Fireplace

"It's still coming down" Reaper stated, he stepped away from the window and back to the tiny living room where Widowmaker was sitting. "We wont be able to get a drop ship until it ends", he said, sitting accros from Widow. It was an odd sight seeing her shiver ever so slightly, 'for someone who claims to feel nothing, she sure seems to feel the cold', Reaper thought. Widow avoided eye contact with the dark figure accros from her, trying to keep her shivers to minimum. Reaper finaly broke the silence by saying, "are.. are you cold?". Widow shot him a sharp glance and growled slowly, "no, of course not..". Reaper rolled his eyes behind his mask and rebutled with "your shivering begs to differ". Widow snorted, "please, its not that bad". Reaper sighed and slowly made his way next to her on the couch. "Wh-what are you doing?" Widow stumbled on her words as death himself started to cuddle her. "Preserving heat" he answered, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He felt like a fire place, and it brought Widow a slight tingling feeling insude of her. For a woman who never feels anything, this is the most warmth she has ever experienced. Without knowing, she maneuvered herself onto his lap and rested her head on his shoulder. "Warm yet?" A deep voice said, interupting her moment of total enlightenment. "Oh, uh yes.. thank you" widow said silently.

The blizzard passed the next day, but they stayed there for the rest of the week ; )

Also this is the only part..