There were no dreams.  No nightmares disturbed her sleep for the first time in a very long time.  Irene woke up curled with Sam and rested.  She didn't move for fear of waking him.  She just turned her head enough to allow her to look at him.  His hair had fallen over  his brow.  He looked younger, less troubled by the world.<br/><br/>She thought about the information gathering the day before, how she'd enjoyed working with Sam.  Somewhere in her pile of clothes was the badge he'd given her.<br/><br/>He'd wanted to read the marriage license.  But, other concerns took precedence.  Slipping her hand behind her, along Sam's belly to his cock, she had to smile at the hardness.  All that love-making and he still woke up hard as a teenaged boy.<br/><br/>Moving carefully, Irene sat up.  She pushed Sam to his back and then straddled him, bracing her hands on his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Sam?  Wake up, love.  Morning is here.  I'm here..."  She rubbed herself along his cock, enjoying herself as she woke her husband.<br/><br/>"We're wasting sunlight, Sam."  She was whispering in case others still slept.  She bent to kiss his chest, continuing to rub herself over him, growing wet from the very contact.   For a moment she considered the possibilities.  Then, she reached down and placed him at her entrance, sliding down as he filled her.  "There we go," she murmured.<br/><br/>Irene grinned, flinging the sheet from her body.<br/><br/>