"Shut up! Just give it another day." Yvonne said.

Selma rolled around on the bed, trying to find a spot untouched by heat. "Bed" being a bare mattress in the middle of the floor.

Yvonne drank her fourth litre of cold water, which would simply become sweat in a few hours. They both wore shorts, sleeveless shirts and nothing else.

"Fuck it." Selma dragged herself off the bed, ploughing through the hot air that filled the room.

"Where are you going?"

"Shower."

"Jesus, your fourth one?"

"No! Third!"

As the water ran, Yvonne looked at the thermometer on the window. It was 38 degrees. She shifted in her chair again, trying to loosen the clothes that were sticking to her skin.

Five minutes passed before Selma came out again, this time wearing slightly different clothes.

Another five minutes passed before Selma was hot again.

"Fuck! How hot is it now?"

"Fuck you I just told you!"

"No you didn't! I was in the shower."

"Ugh," Yvonne's brain misfired. "38! It's right there!"

Selma flopped around again on the mattress before deciding how else to waste time. She went to the fridge and took out an ice cube, and sat in the middle of the room in seiza.

"Wow, shit."

"What?"

Yvonne turned to look at Selma with the least possible amount of effort to see the ice cube melt on her skin. It was water in about 20 seconds.

"Fuckin' physics."

Then they heard a familiar sound.

"Wait, Yvonne was that you?"

"Uh,"

It sounded like something being cooked, only very, very quiet. Almost inaudible.

Suddenly, Yvonne's left leg slipped forward, away from her body. A transparent, viscous liquid leaving a thin trail behind.

"Really?" Selma moaned. Yvonne just sighed.

"I think our glue is useless now."

"Ugh. That repair man better fucking hurry."

Another uneventful thirty minutes had passed. Yvonne tried to read, and Selma listened to her MP3 player. She stood up to get more water.

"Uh, Selma." She twister her head quickly to look at her. The sound was there again.

"Selma!" She yelled, but it didn't matter. "Whatever." The book was more interesting.

Then there was a thump. "Fuck!"

Selma's entire arm fell off, the shoulder going with it, leaving a slight indentation where it used to be. Part of her shirt was damp with the thick, ineffective adhesive. She bent over and picked her arm up, setting it next to her friends detached leg. There was no point in fixing themselves in this heat.

They both pushed their body parts into themselves, trying to get them to stay put, but it was in vain.

But it was only another twenty minutes before there was more trouble.

"Damnit!" Selma's other arm slid off her body. Yvonne lost her other leg and one of her arms.

"Ugh, floor time, I guess." Yvonne carefully lowered herself onto the floor, somewhat clumsily.

"Can you help me out here?" She asked.

"Uhh, uhh," She said, mockingly. "Like fucking what?"

"Like get these shorts off? My arm could fall off any minute now."

"You can do it yourself."

On her back, Yvonne leaned forward and whisked her shorts off of her. Some of the melted glue was left behind on them.

The doorbell rang.

"Shit. You do it, I'm in no shape."

"Fine." Selma stood up and walked to the door.

"H- Hello. Your air conditioner is malfunctioning?" The repairman was glancing at Selma's shoulder area, trying to keep his eyes off.

"Sigh, yeah. It's in the other room." Thankfully away from Yvonne. Selma balanced on one leg and closed the door with her other foot.

She checked back in on Yvonne.

"He's working on it... Oh, Yve..." Her last limb had fallen off, rendering her quite helpless.

"Help?" She squirmed.

They had been grumpy most of the day, but they were now at a point where they had to set it aside. Selma sat on the floor, balanced herself on her butt, and held Yvonnes torso between her feet and lifted her just enough for her to sit up.

"Thanks."

She waddled as best she could towards the wall, and leaned against it.

Selma just pushed their limbs under the bed, and walked to the other room.

"So, how is it?"

"It looks like a part has malfunctioned, but it's a common one. I'll just replace it with one of my spares. Shouldn't take very long."
"You'll put on max coldness when you're done yeah?"
"On a day like this? Of course."

She hoped that'd be the case, she could already see a small seam beginning to form along the upper part of her left leg. She went back to the other room.

"Well?" Yvonne asked. She didn't want to be seen by the repairman if she could help it. She felt vulnerable and insecure when her limbs were off.

"It won't take very long, he says. Do you have money?"

"What, like cash? No."

"Ugh, fuck. Wait."

She went into her room and found her wallet. It was a little difficult, but she mustered up enough motor skills to grab the zip with her toes and pull it open, her other foot holding it down.

Sadly, there was not nearly enough for the repair.

"Fuck, I don't have any Yve!"

"Well, write a check then."
"For fucks sake, do I look like I can write a check?" She wobbled her shoulders around for emphasis.

"Better than me." Yvonne squirmed with contempt. "Use your damn toes."

"It works!" The repairman shouted from the other room.

"Here goes..."

Selma took an undamaged cheque from the cabinet in her mouth and went towards the coffee table in the other room, where the repairman was packing up. She dropped it on the coffee table.

"So, how much should it be?"

"45, thanks."

She set the paper and pen on the table, and brought her feet up. She didn't do this very often. Selma took the pen between her two major toes, and went as slow as possible.

"Um, that's readable, yeah?" Selma asked. The repairman took a glance.

"Uhhh, yeah, should be fine." He smiled nervously. Selma could sense that he was afraid of offending her. "If it doesn't go through, I'll call yeah?"

"Sounds good. Thanks."

However, just after the repairman left, Selma's left leg became loose, and fell to the floor.

"Fuck!" Selma almost fell down, but she managed to stay standing.

"What now?" Yvonne shouted. "Doesn't it work?"

"No, it's not the air conditioning, it's my fucking leg."

"Well, let's just wait a bit and get ourselves sorted after, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Selma focused for a few seconds, and found her new centre of gravity. She had experienced every configuration of her body, but she never needed to stay a certain way for very long. She sat down on the chair near the coffee table to regain her composure.

"Do you need anything Yve?" Selma spoke towards the other room. "There's only one limb between us."
"Uhh, it'd be too hard to move me like this. Just turn on the radio, I guess, to pass the time. Leave the glue near me, just in case."

Selma stood back up, quickly readjusting to her new way to move. She hopped over to the glue bottle, took it between her teeth, then hopped into the other room, sat on the table and turned the radio on with her foot. Adjusting the knobs wasn't very difficult with her toes.

Yvonne seemed content, but she was trying hard to maintain her patience. Selma got back up, and hopped to the kitchen. She was thirsty again, and she was clever enough to leave her glass on the counter, where she could easily grab it with her toes and set in the sink to fill.

After she alleviated her thirst, she went over to the couch and started to fiddle on her tablet. It was actually getting easier and easier for her to use her foot to do simple tasks, but she would be relieved when she got herself back together. 

An hour had passed, and the apartment began to feel cool again. Selma found the body glue, and brought it to Yvonne, hopping into the room with the tube in her mouth.

Sitting down in the middle, she set the tube in the middle, and brought her foot up, grabbing the cap with her toes and twisting carefully. Then, setting it down and squeezing some glue out, leaning her shoulder in. A maneuver she was barely able to execute.

"Aren't you going to do me first?" Yvonne asked, still pillow shaped.

"Hey, I did all the work today."
"Psh, do I look like I could have done anything."

Ignoring her, Selma thrust her foot under the bed, pulling her arm out from under it. She moved it onto the stool, and leaned her shoulder in like before, her arm sticking fast.

"There we are." She said happily, moving her arm about to test it.

"Yay, great." Yvonne said with no inflection. "Do me?" She squirmed for emphasis.

Selma went on to attach the rest of herself, before standing proudly above Yvonne.

She looked up at her, and began to laugh.

"What are you laughing about?"

"I remember what happened, last time we did this."

"Oh, did you enjoy it?"

"I might need a refresher."

Selma leaned forward, grabbing Yvonne by the head and pulling, removing her head from her truncated body. Though the room was getting cooler, her glue was expiring.

"Ohhh, you're such a jerrrrrk Selma!" She laughed.

"For being a bit of a twat this morning, I'm punishing you by keeping you from you body until the next morning."

"Uh, you were a twat too dear."

"Well, I was the better twat." She stuck her tongue out at her. "What are we eating tonight?"

Soon enough, Selma got some pasta going in on the stove.

"Sorry I was such an knob this morning." Yvonne said, looking down at the counter she was set on.

"We were both knobs." Selma leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "We were both stressed out."

"This situation makes me wonder, should we get used to having our limbs off?"

"That doesn't seem necessary, I think."

"I know it's cold enough here most of the time, but we should be prepared for these hot days when the air conditioning doesn't work. What if the repair company had been backed up with 50 other requests that day? We could have been waiting a week if we weren't lucky."

Selma acknowledged her point, and put some salt in the pot.

"It's a good thing we live together, isn't it?" Yvonne asked with a calm tone.

"Yeah," Selma said. "I guess it is."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, you know."

Then, Selma calmly turned the stove off, and whisked Yvonne away.

"Whoa," Yvonne's perspective shifted with the sudden movement. "what's going on?"

Selma sat on the couch, set Yvonne in her lap, leaned in, and kissed her.

"Oh."

She kissed again, feeling the inside of her cheek, massaging her tongue with hers.

Selma rotated Yvonne, until she was upside down, and kissed again. This time dragging her tongue against hers. Making sure that she caressed and tickled the understand of her neck.

"Jesus." Yvonne whispered when she had some air.

They continued, her flat neck stump being massaged as they kissed.

"Goddamnit, put me back on my torso at least."

Selma ran with her to the other room, and stuck her head onto her torso with the glue.

She took her panties and t-shirt off easily, and threw her on the bed, before removing her own clothing. She brought her chest against hers, holding her body to hers as they continued to make out.

Selma's fingers danced against her face, dragging them down, along her chest and down her stomach, barely touching her labia, and making her squirm aggressively.

She tickled her clitoris for a few moments, and started to tease with her fingers, soon bringing two in, getting more aggressive. More movements, more frequency.

"NNnnnnnn. Don't stop. Don't stop." She moaned, Yvonne was getting thoroughly processed. "Ahhh!!"

Selma threw herself onto the bed, wrapping her arms around Yvonne's nude, sweaty, limbless body and hugging her tightly. Giggling, occasionally giving each other light kisses. Recovering from the surges of serotonin and oxytocin.

They lay for several moments, enjoying each others warmth. Heat far more enjoyable from a body than a sun.

But their food was getting cold.