<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron stroked his hand down her arm, leaning in to kiss her lightly.  "I rather adore the feel of your skin as well, bright heart -- but I would not wish you to catch cold, nor to feel uncomfortable in your bed.  Still..." he dropped a kiss on her neck.  "If you wish it, we can don sleep clothes in the morning, before Leticia arrives.  After we've sated our morning appetite," he added, his lips curving against her skin.<br/>
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With some effort, he stepped away from her to begin working on his own clothes.  It seemed rude to leave her alone in her nudity.  "I keep waiting for the awkwardness between we two to begin," he confessed quietly.  "I am delighted and puzzled that it has not."</span></span>