“Warming each other up of course.” She chuckles softly. “I think we could start with a glass of whiskey. I know you have a bottle of the sweet cherry whiskey I like somewhere. It warms my belly quite nicely.”
Immogene grins at the terrapin. She would not pass up an opportunity to tell the Brute how she wanted to spend time with him. She liked warming him up. Watching those eyes of his go molten. “In survival courses the say the best way to keep warm is to lay naked together. Skin to skin.” Her lips quirked and she looked at him with what could only be a coy look on her face. “Not a survival situation, but I am always ready to play make believe.”
He watched her slip in from the doorway, hips swaying, devilish grin what a god damn site. He stood from his lounge chair, the frame protesting from the weight as Raphael moved to the bar. The door opened and the brute reached to the back pulling out just what she had implied. A bottle of cherry whiskey came into view and he poured them a finger each giving hers just a splash of sprite.
"Oh baby girl anything with you skin to skin is always a must for me. Lets see how this whiskey warms your belly while something a little... stronger warms your insides in another way."