Leeloo couldn't help but shiver at the feel of his hands, cool against her warm skin, but it was a good kind of shiver. Her lips broke contact with his in a soft gasp, back arching beneath his touch; her body rocking gently against his as she rubbed her cheek against his stubbled chin, kissing the side of his throat.
She wanted to breath in the scent of his skin, to taste it; but she could only get so close to him, lying in the snow. She'd just have to take what she could get.