"God damn, it is as cold as hell out there,"

Dutch had just came through the door of the cabin you shared with him, walking towards the fire place in the center of the room. He held his hands out and then brought them together to warm up. He let out a soft breath as his dark eyes linger towards you.

"I have longed for your warmth all day, dear."

Dutch sat down in the chair in front of the fireplace and he pats his lap. He gave you an amorous smirk.

"C'mere, sugar, warm daddy up."