By the time he awoke in the morning, he'd found that he'd shifted Damita's body so that she now sat nestled between his thighs, her bare body leaned back against his, the fur still covering them both. She still slept quietly, peacefully. Part of him wished that she'd awoken first; he doubted she would care if he was sleeping or not once she realized just what had happened.<br/><br/>Everything about her body against his felt so right, though. His morning erection was nuzzling the small of her back innocently. The memory of her body..her milky breasts, her bucking hips..all of it was now so clear in his memory. He found himself wishing things had gone differently. He slowly slipped his arms around her waist, one hand raising to gently nudge her sleeping face enough to give him access. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Damita.."