A sharp gasp escaped her half-open mouth as her stomach and chest pressed against the cold tile floor, and goosebumps raced across her skin. She shied away from the unpleasant tile into his back, until her fevered body warmed them. She whimpered, tilting her pelvis back for him as he slid back out and in. A shiver, starting from his moan ran down her spine. Another soft whine as he shifted inside of her, and she managed a half-twist with her hips in response. She leaned back against his kiss to the back of her neck, panting, her jaw clenched.<br/>As he dragged himself from her, she moaned, mourning the loss of his heat, the hot, full feeling of him. His words didn't even register in her mind, as the room-temperature air hit her back. She began to shiver, teeth chattering.<br/><br/>The brief moment in his arms nearly undid her, and she buried her face in his shoulder, hand weakly curling around his upper arm, before he set her in the (to her) frigid water. She yelped, and began to shiver anew, hands fisting as she half-curled up, trying to avoid the dribbling water. It didn't take long for her body to numb, and her temperature start to drop. Her body had managed to heat the water in the bath until she was comfortable. Her brows furrowed, and a headache began in-between her eyes. She was still too hot, but it was much better. Her eyes opened, and she stared up at him, a frown marring her face. She wasn't quite sure what to be irritated with him for. She remembered, it was her fault. She'd started it the second time.<br/><br/>"I'm c-cold." She finally told him, her arms crossing over her breasts to both hug and hide her body, a flush staining her cheeks as she remembered exactly how she had been acting. What in the world had she been thinking?