Tempest closes her eyes enjoying the stroking of her hair, her hands still ever so gently stroking the soft supple skin beneath them. No real thought to why it was so soft, only to the gentle touch of the hand and lips upon her. her eyes never leaving the ones that gazed into her. Her lips brushing his no hesitation or shyness behind the intimate touch.<br/><br/>The smooth motion of the carriage only adding to her relaxation. "And how can I keep you warm?" she asked softly her hand shifting to stroke his neck. She smiled as the sent filled her nose, and the warmth of the body over her spread along her body.