my frosty toes

Lillith looked equally as surprised as he felt that she'd managed to reverse the grapple and get him in a pin, but that shock quickly turned to giggling triumph. He grinned as he stared up at her beautiful face, silhouetted by a cloudy gray ski as fat snowflakes fell down around him. With her victory now secure, Lillith gave a little well deserved boast that she'd told him so, and how right she was. Roman had not been expecting a second loss at the paws of a fae half his size! Let this be a learning lesson to him on humility and caution. He slowly unfurled his paws to rest them on her waist while she remained straddling his waist, unable to keep his silvery eyes from glancing down her svelte form perched perfectly atop of him and feeling a heat and certain urges rising within him.

Lillith grinned when he asked what she wanted for her prize, then reached over and began gathering up a pawful of snow. Romulus' brow raised in curiosity while he watched her shape the snow with dainty paws, wondering what she was up to until he was presented with the snow heart she had made for him and commanded he eat it. Laughing softly to himself, he shot another grin back up at Lil. "I bet you think you're so clever, don't ya?" he remarked with a wry smirk. Still, he took the snow heart from her and made a show of holding her garnet gaze while he opened his mouth and popped the entire snow heart inside. He crunched down—then immediately flinched as the cold ice hit his palate and began to melt. He crunched the snow down, feeling it melt into water almost instantly in the humid cavern of his maw before swallowing it down.

Determined to not be outdone even in defeat, Roman opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show he'd eaten it all, then danced his toes along the edges of Lil's waist and sides, targeting those ticklish spots he knew about just enough to make her squirm a little on top of him. "Get what you wanted, champ? You like making me eat things, huh?" he teased her, beaming up at her and curling himself to sit up enough to place a slow lick on the end of Lil's muzzle.

"Speech"