I pant down at her, my skin crackling faintly. That wasn't an all-out, hard-fuck session, so the power didn't make it's presence known very much. We usually can't make love without bonding on some level, though. Sometimes a quickie isn't enough, but then, it's called a 'quickie' for a reason.

"I love you, Sarah."

I pause and listen as well, for the same reasons. I hope the twins are still asleep. They didn't think 'Mummy' was coming home until tomorrow, so they aren't expecting her. Her presence will be a surprise at breakfast.

"Homecomings mean you have to leave first, though," I point out, smiling slightly. "And that's always tricky." She slides her legs down and stretches. I should pull out and grab a robe and go peek at the wee ones.

"I'll make pancakes for breakfast," I state.

Oh, I can think of food at any time, day or night.