That night, Adriaan was passionate, but also careful and tender.  Most of all, though?  He was SORE.  Being almost killed in combat tended to do that to people, a fact Adriaan had forgotten when he'd been hip deep in Kay.  Once he started to ache, all he could do was wrap his arms around Kay and pull her to him before all but passing out.  He slept like a brick.<br/><br/>A few hours later, around midmorning if not woken sooner, Adriaan finally stirred.  He stared at the fuzzy blob in front of him for a moment before he remembered what had happened last night.  Including the...  Adriaan blushed red under his fur as he pulled up his pants.  Then his stomach grumbled.  He wanted to get out of bed and find some breakfast, but the sight of Kay made him pause.  He liked to think of himself as a gentleman, despite his recent display of voyeurism.  So he leaned over and kissed Kay as close to her lips as he could.