Mason walks up behind Andie with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, opening it and wrapping it around her (hands still in his pockets, the cold hands never leave the pockets) then rests his chin on her head and mutters "You're warm."
Felix's eyes sparkle with mischief, "Andie, I love your new coat and matching hat. Very stylish."
"Thanks," she quips back, "it's vintage," rolling her eyes up toward Mason.
"Hey, some things only get better with age, sweetheart." With Mason's chest pressed against her back, every word reverberates through her body.
"It really spoke to me," she continues, ignoring Mason's comment, "I can really feel the previous owner's presence."
"Ha. Ha." Mason deadpans. Then without another word, he leans down and picks up Andie, still wrapped in his coat, and carries her away, feet playfully kicking a few inches off the ground, from a laughing Felix.
Andie saunters up to Mason with her hands behind her back and with her best bedroom voice says “Wanna try something new today?”
Mason bites his lower lip returning the smolder “What did you have in mind sweetheart?”
“I think you’re really going to like the way this feels.” Then hands him the softest pair of long johns she could find.
Before he can do more than get out a withering stare, she then pulls out a pair of ice skates and beams at him “You said you wouldn’t mind.”
“I can think of better ways to keep me warm that don’t involve extra clothes or leaving the warehouse.”
She leans forward, batting her eyes “But what if I fall, I might need someone to hold me steady”. Standing on her tip toes, she tries to get close enough to whisper in his ear, “And then I might need someone to kiss all the places I have bruises later.”
“That I think I could manage”
What Andie doesn’t tell him is that she’s an excellent ice skater and rarely falls. She plans on skating circles around him all afternoon.