"J'espère que votre tapis matches les rideaux. Rouge et chaleureux," the French dribbled off his lips before they pressed back against hers, tongue pushing forward to invite himself inside her mouth. The hand on her cheek ran through her hair, down the back of her neck and over her shoulder to her chest. Fingers light to cause a chill before pressing firmly along the side of her breasts, thumb rubbing the cloth over one nipple. His other hand began charging his coat, warming her up from the other side. No sense leaving her terribly cold when her clothes finally came off.