[Thanks, everybody,] says Bella, later, to the local Jokers. [That was the best date venue ever.]
She laughs, rolls over onto him, and snuggles up. For warming purposes. "One of these days we might need to try actually making it to a bed of some sort."
"You wouldn't be cold in one," she points out, idly tracing shapes on his chest with her fingertips.
By the time they break apart, they are in her bed. She doesn't use it as much as typical humans do, but she does use it, and it's nice, blue and white sheets of exquisite softness and plenty of room and snuggly pillows. She squares their skates off.
"We should do this more often," he announces, some time later. "The ice skating, and the you tasting like sweets, and the sex. Definitely the sex."
"Okay." Snuzzle. "It'll be easier to schedule dates if you don't mind if I quietly take care of empire stuff by brainphone. I don't like to be unreachable for more than an hour or two at a time."
"...I would sort of rather you weren't empressing during the sex part?" he says. "But the rest of the time it's fine."
"Do you have any plans for the sex part to last more than an hour or two at a time?" she inquires archly.
Snuggles. "Oh, maybe. Some quiet day when nobody I should avoid snubbing is asking me to obliterate Israel or curse their wayward grandchild or eradicate pornography from the Internet."
"I can when it's some random nutcase, it's a little harder when it's the king of Saudi Arabia."