She'd held him, while he'd napped, in post coital bliss. Running her fingers through his hair, trailing her fingers over his skin, those little things that leave a sense memory. Something to keep, when all was said and done.

She'd considered many things, as they lay in the dark. Mostly whether she'd done him wrong, by giving in to her...well, needs really was the right word. She'd needed to touch him, to express her feelings, to give him everything she had. Because this might have been her only chance. So fuck it, no regrets. You can only ask her to be so virtuous.

She watched him, as he stirred, in that reluctant way, that humans have, when it's dark, and their bodies and minds don't agree, about getting back up. There was barely any light in the room, just what filtered through the door, from downstairs, but she could see him perfectly. All touseled hair and muscles, under rumpled sheets. It was everything she could do, not to pull him back down, and make him forget everything but them.

"Quarter after eight," she said instead. "Still early. We have time to see your family."