As he spoke she chuckled softly, lifting up to press her lips to his in a soft loving kiss.  "That's my favoritest way of all to wake up " she assured him.  Her lips pressed to his again, and tired or not she was more than willing to make love to him, eager even.  Gone were the days when she'd been shy about it too, she'd grown comfortable in his bed, and in his arms.<br/><br/>Slowly her hand trailed down, and just as he'd caressed her she began to caress him.  she didn't pull him from his boxers yet, but used the fabric to her advantage, teasing him through the cloth as her expressive eyes watched his face.<br/><br/>"Make love to me?" she murmured softly, a look that was almost a plea in her eyes.  Fatigued or not, she wanted him...  she always wanted him.