make a mark, plant a flag

The warmth of their breath was slowly steaming up the air under the bear cover, so at least her teeth were slowing their chattering. She started to take smaller breaths, wondering how long the wind was going to keep blowing. At least she was sharing body warmth, she had as much of herself as she physically could touching Ty now. She wondered if he would object if she tried to climb on top of him. She would rather be touching fur then ice right now. She glanced towards him speculative for a moment, and her maw twitched with a grin.

She came away from his neck, and nipped at the offending paw he waved at her. “This trip was your idea, every time my teeth shiver, I'm adding another kiss.” she explained to him. Realising the antlers were hindering and not helping, she fiddled with the clip, and brushed them back so they faced down her spine. It allowed her to get closer yet to him. Her face was, at this point, very close to his. Breathing in the space around his lips, feeling the brush of warm air every time he exhaled. Mmm, warmth. Now she wasn’t sure if he was the hottest thing she had ever seen to date, or the cold was messing with her head. Her duo-toned eyes danced at him, smouldering. It was a very strange experience, her head was toasty, her back was warm, and her butt was colder than a witches britches.

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