"I'm rather warm," she said. The only part of his skin exposed to the air was his face. So with her hands over his he leaned forward, pressing his cheek to hers.
"You are, actually."
"You're going to turn into an Ithaclesicle one of these days."
"You're not that funny, though."
Not much else to do though, right? Only one option seemed plausible. He fell back into the snow beneath a great yawning pine and dragged her with him. Gloves around her back he pulled the woman on top of his chest and held her close, pulling her bottom lip in between his own.