Aerith Gainsborough's is Cold. (Patreon)

The night was cold, shivers ran down the man's spine as he sat in bed looking at the night sky. Suddenly the bedroom door swung open, interrupting the silence. All that could be heard was light taps on the wooden floorboards, as if a mouse had scurried across the room.

Aerith walked in and looked in the direction of the man on the bed. Thier gazes meet. They pause for a moment, taking in the sight of each other. The man's eyes wonder over Aerith's body studding all of her beauty. Aerith gets embarrassed from the expression on the man's face. She hastily grabs her hair, and she begins to play with it. Breaking the tension.

"Uuh mmm, it's quiet cold tonight. Can I trouble you to keep me warm?" asked Aerith in a nervous and shy manner. While she moved around to show off her outfit. The man quickly steadied his mind. He then got out of bed and began to walk to Aerith. He pulls her close, holding her tightly, to share his warmth. Thier body heat merged together and intensified, keeping them both warm and dispensing the cold. 

The only evidence that none of them were cold that night. Was that none of them had caught a cold and that they both woke up naked holding each other in the morning.