[ he knows that she won't end up putting much of a fight against this, especially when he hears the bubbling laughter as he rubs cold cheeks to her, the contact of skin on skin instantly melting those tiny remnants of snow so it's just wet and chilled between them.
eventually, he reels back, catching his own breath as his cheeks are reddened, damped on their surface and he just peers up at her with a satisfied grin of victory, humming his own laugh when she kisses him. ]
No, I'm just very good at winning.
[ though, considering he's on his back, it's hard to say that it's a full win. but with the content look on his face, palms finally smoothing over her back in a lazier up-and-down pattern, he hardly seems to mind. ]
[She just lays there for a moment, catching her breath. All that laughter was making her sides ache and her stomach twist in knots. But it passes and she's soothed by his hands on her back, and eventually her breathing regulates.]
Yeah, well... [She tries to find something to grumble about or threaten there, but she lets him have this victory. There's another kiss before she moves to sit up, rolling off of him and into the snow. She huffs as she moves to get up, and offers him a hand in getting up to his feet.]
You're lucky I'm good at losing every once in a while.
[ normally, he wouldn't need the aid to get back up on his feet, but since she's offering (and should probably take some precaution with the slippery surface of the ground, even if he's not sure she has enough weight to propel him up), he takes her hand anyway, chilly in the contact, and tries to steady his boots down to use more of his own strength and less of hers to rise up to stand. ]
Really? No whining or — pouting or anything like that?
[ he's very much teasing, a bit of a subtle smile on his face as he stands in front of her, fingers coming up to her cheeks so he can wipes them down a bit better, bringing up the end of his sleeve so he can wipe the wet spots and help to warm her back up. ]
[She sounds oh so offended as she says it, though she's wise enough to not bother denying the pouting. But he's obviously teasing, and so he's quick to put a smile on her face as he wipes at her cheeks. She nuzzles her cheek up against his sleeve and hand with a laugh (strictly to get warmer, of course).]
I may need you to be a bit more hands on to warm me up completely.
[ he'll indulge her on that, even if he's helplessly smirking about her insistence, especially since he hardly minds that she does occasionally get defensive and pouty. it's incredibly endearing, and even a definitive cute look on her.
but she's cute like this too, nuzzling in against his warming hands that he can resist giving a playful and light pinch to her skin. ]
Well, I could. But someone decided on a little gal pal night. [ he leans down then, bringing his mouth in to press a kiss behind her ear before brushing his lips against her lobe. ] Unless you got time for a little quick warming.
[The responsible thing to do would be to just go back to her room. But with his mouth on her like that, any and all thoughts of being responsible fly right out the window. The goosebumps that rise up on her skin have nothing to do with the slight chill in the air.]
I could go for a quick warming.
[She pauses then, leaning back to give him a look.]
[ in response to her look, he gives one of his own, squinted eyes silently suggesting and "of course not", even if the look does momentarily stray away to peer past her like he might actually consider the idea of sneaking around behind a tree and —
no, he can be sensible. ]
But I can walk you back to your room and take good care of you to make sure you're warmed up.
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eventually, he reels back, catching his own breath as his cheeks are reddened, damped on their surface and he just peers up at her with a satisfied grin of victory, humming his own laugh when she kisses him. ]
No, I'm just very good at winning.
[ though, considering he's on his back, it's hard to say that it's a full win. but with the content look on his face, palms finally smoothing over her back in a lazier up-and-down pattern, he hardly seems to mind. ]
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Yeah, well... [She tries to find something to grumble about or threaten there, but she lets him have this victory. There's another kiss before she moves to sit up, rolling off of him and into the snow. She huffs as she moves to get up, and offers him a hand in getting up to his feet.]
You're lucky I'm good at losing every once in a while.
[That's a lie. She's a terrible loser.]
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Really? No whining or — pouting or anything like that?
[ he's very much teasing, a bit of a subtle smile on his face as he stands in front of her, fingers coming up to her cheeks so he can wipes them down a bit better, bringing up the end of his sleeve so he can wipe the wet spots and help to warm her back up. ]
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[She sounds oh so offended as she says it, though she's wise enough to not bother denying the pouting. But he's obviously teasing, and so he's quick to put a smile on her face as he wipes at her cheeks. She nuzzles her cheek up against his sleeve and hand with a laugh (strictly to get warmer, of course).]
I may need you to be a bit more hands on to warm me up completely.
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[ he'll indulge her on that, even if he's helplessly smirking about her insistence, especially since he hardly minds that she does occasionally get defensive and pouty. it's incredibly endearing, and even a definitive cute look on her.
but she's cute like this too, nuzzling in against his warming hands that he can resist giving a playful and light pinch to her skin. ]
Well, I could. But someone decided on a little gal pal night. [ he leans down then, bringing his mouth in to press a kiss behind her ear before brushing his lips against her lobe. ] Unless you got time for a little quick warming.
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I could go for a quick warming.
[She pauses then, leaning back to give him a look.]
You don't mean right here, do you?
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[ in response to her look, he gives one of his own, squinted eyes silently suggesting and "of course not", even if the look does momentarily stray away to peer past her like he might actually consider the idea of sneaking around behind a tree and —
no, he can be sensible. ]
But I can walk you back to your room and take good care of you to make sure you're warmed up.