There was one thing Ithacles was very very good at, well two things now that she was thinking about it. The first thing was being in charge, the second was kissing her. The being in charge part was for the better because she was completely devoid of any other thought then keeping him right where he was and doing what he was doing. Her breathing hiked immediately when he pulled her up and then pressed his mouth to her neck. Her hands wandered and her held her head back tilted enough to give him as much skin to work with as possible.
She was trying to think, and failing. Over and over again.
He's a prince!
He certainly is!
No! He's a Prince.
It didn't matter how much she argued with herself, her fingers were trying to pry his jacket open and get to more of his skin, while her body was trying to press as much against him as was possible without ruining the idea of getting his jacket open. It didn't bother her in the least bit that they were in a pile of snow. It should have bothered Vedette. Should have.