He isn't above sneaking up on her, but fortunately she's always ready for him. It took more than persuasion to get her on her back in this snow drift, but another thing Cross isn't above is a little tickling. Chun-Li half-glares up at him, defiant even wearing a half-smile, and it's then that he decides he enjoys few things more than surprising her.
"It's cold, you know."
Her voice tries hard to sound irritated. Cross pays it no mind, just reaches up and slips loose the ties in her hair, watching her dark locks fall atop the snow becomingly. He's always one for aesthetics.
"Won't be a problem for long." Not if she keeps failing to protest as he leans in, lips brushing her jaw in a not-quite kiss.
"Listen, you --"
Whatever Chun-Li was to call him remains unspoken as Cross holds her slim waist and turns them over, landing her atop him with those long, lovely legs around his hips. He thinks he'd like them on his shoulders, later.
"Much better," he notes with a grin. With his thick coat between him and the snow he's removed from the cold, and all he can feel is the heat of her against him and the softness of her hair between his fingers. "You were saying?"
Chun-Li's surprise turns into a grin of her own. "Nothing at all."
And then she shifts, just so, enough to draw a tiny sound from his throat. Even more than surprises, he does so enjoy when she plays just as dirty.