She kisses him. "And then I had it a few days later, so."

Mmmmmm kiss.

Kiss. "That face you make when you're really turned on is really great."

"I'm glad you think so." Kiss. "I love you." Kiss. "I want to rip you to pieces but I like this bed."

"...Yeah, and I really want to talk to Hank about the tiredness thing before playing with regenerating a significant fraction of my body mass."

"Yeah, that's sensible." Hug.

Hug. "Oh, I know something we haven't done yet."

"Oh?"

She grins, and crawls down under the covers, and--demonstrates.

She is good and he loves her.

Good. That is Correct, both as a general state of affairs and as a response to demonstrativeness.

Mmm.

"Love you," she says after, a little breathlessly.

"I love you too." Snuggle.

Snuggle. "I am so very glad I'm not superstitious enough to heed warnings about bugaboos in the woods."

"Me too."

"Kinda wish I hadn't conked out so long after the shower. It's way too late to go back downstairs and try doing something productive now."

"Mm. Oh well."

"Oh well. Flight tests weren't going to be today anyway, Charles and Erik have mostly been working with Alex."

Snuggle.

Snuggle. "'M probably gonna fall asleep again soon if we just keep cuddling like this," she murmurs.

"Would that be bad?"

Snuggle. "Nah. Just didn't want you to decide you wanted sex again only to be surprised by me being asleep."

He laughs.

"Love you," she mumbles, kissing his cheek.