He smiles, kissing her back. This... this is something he never thought he'd have. He wants to savor it. Still, it doesn't do her any good to be cold. He grunts and reaches out for the blanket on the other bed. With a hard tug, he pulls it over and covers the pair of them up.

"There, can't have you catchin' cold." He teases, holding onto her. He doesn't want her to move. Though, they never did finish that dance. He's still finger combing her hair and holding her gently. This, this is something special to him and he'll never forget. The rings on his fingers symbolize a lot to him. Not just marriage and faithfulness, but a chance at something normal.