There is no urgency to the press of mouth on mouth this time, only delight, unhurried and luxurious. In some ways that is even more precious than the needy heat of the previous night; to know they are both satisfied for now, that more awaits, that this will not end. It is a thought to warm her through to the bone, despite the chill edge in the early morning air. "I do not intend to keep such a custom," she says, laughter in her voice. "So be warned. I would rather sleep less but remain by your side, particularly with this to look forward to every morning."