Re: Top Deck, away from the bridge
She wasn't quite as chilled, now that his body was blocking her from the misty wind off the water, especially when she made sure to duck down so only her legs were exposed to the breeze, where they wrapped around his back. Her fingers were also cold, where they finally inched up to press to the back of his warm neck, drawing a pleased sigh from her at the difference in temperature. "Somewhere warmer," another repetition, though it came out as an agreement. "Promenade is enclosed," she whispered, the closest thing she could think of. "Or inside. Elevator, baths, other rooms." Each option was punctuated by a press of her lips against his neck, jaw, the soft hollow beneath his chin.
Or they could stay right where they were. She wouldn't argue that either, even though she still shivered with the chill in the air and against her back, where the wall refused the warmth from her body even though she had been pressed there for several minutes. It brought another shiver along her spine, one not caused by his hands or mouth, and she tried to pull him closer with her legs. "Inside might be good."