<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You are more than I ever hoped to deserve, my love," Cameron whispered against her lips, returning her kiss.  His hand though moved to hold her leg still against him.  "Rest, dear heart," he murmured.  "There is time enough for lovemaking on the morrow."  He had two vague notions running about his head -- that she was surely sore from their less than gentle romp this morning... and that she still had not seen a cleric.  It was one thing to tempt fate in the heat of the moment -- it was another (far more titillating) to consider chancing it in the light of knowledge.  </span></span>