She laughs, rolls over onto him, and snuggles up. For warming purposes. "One of these days we might need to try actually making it to a bed of some sort."

"You wouldn't be cold in one," she points out, idly tracing shapes on his chest with her fingertips.

"Mmmm, true. Are we done skating? You could teleport us to a bed."

"Your place or mine?"

"Depends. How nice is your bed?"

"Very. And no one will chide us for not knocking if I teleport us directly there."

He snorts and kisses her.

Ripper takes off his shirt, and then everything else for good measure, and snuggles up.

What a fine idea. Off goes everything else currently being worn in this bed.

Slightly shivery snuggles!

Ripper is all in favour of pretty much any way in which Bella would like to warm him up.

Then he will find her plans satisfactory, presumably!

"We should do this more often," he announces, some time later. "The ice skating, and the you tasting like sweets, and the sex. Definitely the sex."

"Okay." Snuzzle. "It'll be easier to schedule dates if you don't mind if I quietly take care of empire stuff by brainphone. I don't like to be unreachable for more than an hour or two at a time."

"...I would sort of rather you weren't empressing during the sex part?" he says. "But the rest of the time it's fine."

"Do you have any plans for the sex part to last more than an hour or two at a time?" she inquires archly.

"Should I not?"

Snuggles. "Oh, maybe. Some quiet day when nobody I should avoid snubbing is asking me to obliterate Israel or curse their wayward grandchild or eradicate pornography from the Internet."

"Can you not just tell people to fuck off when they do that?"

"I can when it's some random nutcase, it's a little harder when it's the king of Saudi Arabia."

"Mm, remind me not to become an empress," he says, cuddling up.