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Tammy couldn't find her fuzzy slippers anywhere. She had looked in all of the closets, under the bed, in the bathroom, even, with no luck. Her feet were ice cold and simply putting socks on wasn't going to cut it.
And then she saw Hannah curled up on the couch, a blanket in her lap and her nose buried in a book. From where Tammy stood, it looked like she had made some serious progress in that book, meaning she had been there for a while.
Warmth, Tammy thought to herself.
Quietly walking over, she casually sat beside Hannah and invited herself under the blanket, ice cold feet touching warm skin. Hannah inhaled sharply at the sudden intrusion.
"Tammy you're freezing!" She protested, attempting to move away despite already being tucked in the corner of the couch.
"I can't find my slippers," Tammy pouted.
She turned so she was fully facing Hannah, the right side of her body leaning against the couch and she shuffled her feet directly under Hannah's butt instead, sighing contently at the hot spot she found there.
Hannah hid her face in her book as her cheeks grew warm from Tammy's foot placement, relieved to see that, when she glanced up, Tammy was too busy enjoying regaining feeling in her feet to notice the change of color on her face. She wouldn't say it out loud (though the fact she hadn't moved kind of gave away) that her feet weren't so bad to manage since there was clothing in the way to protect her from them.
Several minutes passed before Hannah felt movement on the couch again and looked up from her book to see Tammy pulling away, immediately missing the contact.
When Tammy put her feet back on the ground, she felt her left foot move something along the floor. She only saw a glimpse of it when she looked down, prompting her to bend over to investigate further. Reaching beneath the couch, her hand came in contact with something very familiar: her slippers.
"Huh," she smirked as she put the slippers on, toes wiggling happily as they settled into the fuzzy warmth. "Found my slippers. But thanks for the free warm up."
Tammy reached over and patted Hannah's knee through the blanket, squeezing it as she stood and left to go back to whatever she had been doing before.
Hannah reached for her mug of camomile tea on the coffee table once Tammy was out of sight, sighing internally when she discovered she was empty.
"I need a gallon of this when she's around," she mumbled, cheeks still pink from the fresh memory as she closed her book.