Ice cold to the touch, he wrapped his arms around her and moved them up and down her arms under the blanket. She had to have been out here for hours to get this cold. Desmond pressed his cheek to hers and shut his eyes for a brief moment, savoring the conflicting temperatures surrounding him.
Offering her a sympathetic smile, he began mouthing and signing his response, ‘Seven. Almost dinner time.’ Sometimes he did this to practice with her, but right now he just didn’t want to shatter this silence with his mellow voice. He preferred to be a man of few words anyway, electing to listen more than speak. They should probably get going soon even though he just got here because Castor was no good at cooking. He could play guitar and sing beautiful melodies all day, but cooking wasn’t his strong suit even though he tried. Des didn’t want to say it though, so he relished in the moment for as long as he could.
An audible, pleased hum escapes her throat. Though, she doesn't really try to hide it.
She nuzzles against his neck and cheek as he rubs heat back into her skin. Loathes to pull away when he answers her question. She would spend all night out here if it meant they could stay like this. No matter how cold it got, they would keep each other warm and safe. She's sure. Rubbing her cold nose, she stares up at him through heavy lashes. Her eyes were like saucers, a feature she shared with Gemini. Sometimes she wonders if that's why he liked her so much, because she was the most like her sister. Physically, at least.
Letting out a little sigh, she leans up to kiss him. It's soft, and she means to pull away after a moment but she only ends up playing with the hair at the nape of his neck before pulling him closer.
