[ Doing her part, Grell will dash her palms across her front - and proceed with a far more elaborate job of cleaning over William's. Her fingers trace along the definition of his abdominals, before her hands settle on his hips, thumbing along the dip of his pelvic bones. ]

Mn. I know I'd mentioned breakfast, but what would you think of taking some snacks to bed, instead?

[ She rises onto her tip-toes to place a kiss at the corner of his mouth. ]

Just to lie together for, perhaps, a couple hours more...