It had taken longer than anticipated for Cecil to set the date for the wedding to Jane. He had written to his father advising him of his engagement, hoping that his outstretched hand would be a means to a reconciliation. Although he had never quarrelled with his father and there was no animosity between the gentlemen, the Duke had taken to his town house in London, only to become a recluse following the death of his wife. The Duke had found it intolerable to stay in the company of his son, who bore a striking resemblance to his beloved Claire. Every time he would look upon Cecil, he would see the same emerald green eyes looking back at him and his heart broke once more.

It was, however, not to be. On receipt of his son's correspondence, the Duke responded saying he could not at this stage bring himself to gaze upon the face that reminded him so much of his late wife. On seeing this, Cecil realised that his father was still in a very dark place and had a long way to go before he came to terms with the fact that she was gone. Cecil had put a hold on any arrangements until he heard back from his father, hoping to arrange the date around his papa's availability.

The month of April passed quickly and most of the preparations had been completed, trips to the nearby town of Chesterfield for the sisters were made frequently, in order for Jane to visit the modiste and procure other items for her trousseau.

Sitting on the steps of Pemberley one evening, Cecil and Darcy were discussing the venue for the wedding breakfast.

"Cecil, I have been discussing the celebrations with Elizabeth last night and we would like to offer Pemberley as a venue for the wedding breakfast."

"That's very good of you Darcy, but surely it would be better at Hampton House?" Cecil said, thinking it better they have the celebrations at his home rather than the home of his new brother and sister.

"There are a few reasons I offer, the first is, although it will be a small party attending, most of the guests are Jane's family. Also, Georgiana and Richard will be there, so it only seem fair that it is at Pemberley."

"It will seem rather lopsided at the church, I must admit. I have very little family, father has refused to attend and it will only be Aunt Cecilia," Cecil said with sadness.

"I had hoped your father would have come around by now, but seems he is as depressed as ever. Have you sought medical intervention? Are there any physicians who may be able to help?"

"No, we have already tried that, the physicians we procured were all highly qualified doctors from London, they all said it would be just a matter of time, but that was years ago. Father cannot be forced to move forward with his life and he refuses to see me to help him. What are the other advantages of a Pemberley wedding reception? You said a few reasons?" Cecil enquired, hoping to change the subject away from his estranged papa.

"Well, Elizabeth has it in her head that she does not wish to travel more than ten miles at a time, she was in a bit of a quandary over travelling to Chesterfield, but will not go as far as twenty miles, she thinks the movement of the carriage ride will do harm to the baby, and I will not push her into travelling that distance if she feels like that."

"I can see that she will be stressed out if she was forced to travel, the alternative is to miss her own sister's wedding."

"The last reason is something you will fully appreciate. When myself and Elizabeth wed, we wanted nothing more than to leave, almost immediately after the ceremony. Once you gaze upon your bride in her finery, you will want nothing more than to get her out of it. If the festivities were held at your home, you cannot ask the guests to vacate before you take your bride, at least you can leave when you wish this way." Darcy grinned.

"I feel like that now when I see Jane, remember I have had a small taste of what it will be like on our wedding night," Cecil said mirroring Darcy's grin.

"Well, at least you did not take her, although I cannot condemn you if you had, otherwise I would have to give you permission to call me a hypocrite," Darcy blushed.

"Ha! I did pick up on what your wife had confessed and you did acknowledged that little revelation. So what happened?"

"I don't know if I should tell you, it's personal."

"I am sure Jane knows, she did not flinch when your wife mentioned it and as her husband I will ask her and she will have to tell me." Cecil said now laughing at Darcy as he had pushed him into a corner, he had little option than to confess all.

"Cecil, if you really must know, we had many secret liaisons for about a month before we wed. It was not a time I wish to ponder on as it had been tainted by circumstances, that I do not wish to discuss." Darcy said now with his hands covering his face. Cecil could see that he had brought up some not so happy memories and tried to change the subject.

"So, have you bedded anyone other than your wife?" Darcy's head flew up and looked his soon-to-be brother in the eye, he had not expected a question like that. "It is only that I feel rather guilty in that aspect, Jane does not know of my past history with women. I am not sure if I should divulge all to her saying it's part of this society? If I said that then she may look at me in a different light."

"Good lord Cecil! How many women have you bedded?" Darcy said in astonishment. Having thought that his friend had been either very limited in the knowledge or not at all, like himself.

"Erm… I am too ashamed to say."

"Come, out with it!"

"In total, three and twenty," he said now bowing his head in shame.

"Three and twenty! Where the hell did you get time to bed all those women?"

"Most were when I was travelling, women seem to fall at my feet and being of such a young impressionable age I sort of accepted their advances. The remainder were bored wives or widows, whom sat for my portraits, being in their company for days on end, they took a fancy to me. I have not looked at a woman for over a year now, and I wont now I have Jane," he shrugged.

"Good grief! I should not tell Jane that, if you do, say two or three and to answer your question, I only have bedded Elizabeth, you know how I have little to no social skills."

"Yes, it is a wonder you managed to entice your wife," Cecil laughed.

"I nearly did not, it took months of heartache and several chance encounters before we came to an understanding. Now enough of this, what do you say at Pemberley being host?"

"I will discuss it with Jane, I however think it's grand, I like the idea of escaping quickly, so I can have Jane all to myself."

Elizabeth was sitting in the gardens a few days later when Jane approached, she sat down beside her and Elizabeth could see she was in some sort of turmoil. "Jane what is the matter?"

"I have just had the talk with mother, I am shocked at how she approached the subject. If it had not been for what you have already told me, I would have run out of that room screaming and refusing to marry."

"That bad? I thought my talk with mother was quite funny, obviously I knew everything there was to know but the way mother described it was quite amusing. Did she mention the cucumber?" Elizabeth said, trying to keep a serious expression.

"What? No she mentioned courgettes? She must be going through the whole of the farmer's market."

"Jane what did you do with Cecil that night? Only you may wish for me to fill in the blanks, I know mother's descriptions were not the best and I would imagine with that and what I have told you, you would still have questions."

"Cecil has seen me bare, he has touched and kissed me in places…" she shied off from completing her sentence.

"Over your breasts and between your legs? That is where men like to caress. It is heavenly though as you probably found out." Elizabeth said.

"Yes, it was exceedingly pleasurable."

"Cecil obviously thought so, after I came in and spotted his spillage on the bedding," Elizabeth said.

"During all this Lizzy, I did not see his manhood, he did not undo his robe, although it may have opened, but my eyes were shut during most of it."

"Jane, you will find it more enjoyable if you look at your husband during the coupling, you will become very aroused watching his actions, believe me. To have your husband's head between your legs and the feelings he will produce in you, will send you into a state of ecstasy."

"His head? You did not mention this before!" Jane said in surprise. Elizabeth had indeed confessed what went on between her and her husband in London, however she did not tell her about the acts of oral stimulation.

"Oh Jane, I am sorry, I did not explain that to you. Men like to use their tongues to caress you… down there."

"But is that not rather sordid, something a lady would not do?"

"Did mother not explain that part to you, I must confess I only picked up on what she said because I had experienced it. I do not think you would have realised what she meant." She said looking at her now frantic sister, "Oh Jane, do not write it off before you try it, I am assuming he has touched you with his hands there?"

"Yes."

"And did you enjoy that?"

"Exceedingly."

"Well, his velvet tongue will feel a hundred times better, you will scream out your release when he does that to you, afterwards, you can return the favour."

"With what?"

"I did not do this with William until after we were married..."

"And…"

"Erm? You caress his yard with your mouth, this is very intense for the man and he will spill into your mouth, when he does, I suggest you swallow it."

"I do not even know what it looks like, and I am expected to do that!"

"You may be rather shocked at seeing it for the first time, as it will probably be standing proud from his body, this is his way of showing you that you have affected him. Did mother mention the wetness you will experience?"

"Yes, she said I will become lubricated."

"It is only like the saliva in your mouth, he will probably want to lick this from you at some point, when he is between your legs." Jane squirmed at the thought of this, "Jane it is pleasurable, please believe me, I would not give you false hopes for the wedding night and any other night from now on for that matter."

"But it is all so wanton, I cannot be like that!"

"Of course you can, with your husband you are privileged to act that way, you will see."

Jane woke the following day at the cottage, she had returned home the previous night as she was to be married the following day and wished for her betrothed to first set eyes on her as she entered the church.

"Jane, Jane, hurry my dear, I cannot allow you to sleep in any longer, you need to ready yourself for your love," Mrs Bennet said, as she flew into the room in a tizzy.

"I am awake mama, I am just waiting for the bath to be prepared."

"Yes dear, you need to take a bath, I have instructed the servants to put some rose essence in the bathtub. I am sure Cecil will be salivating when he sees you later."

"Mama, you cannot say things like that!"

"Why ever not, you have received the talk and it will be a matter of hours before you are truly in the know."

"I am very anxious at that, mama," Jane confessed.

"There is nothing to worry about my dear Jane, it is all very natural."

"Even when he has his head between my…" at this, Jane silently chastised herself for saying such a thing to her mother.

"That is natural Jane, you will see. It all sounds rather vulgar now but you will be of a different mind by this time tomorrow, mark my words. Now make haste and get up!" she said pulling the bed covers off of her daughter.

Two hours later and Jane was holding onto Darcy's arm outside the church, she felt like she was about to faint with nerves.

"Thank you for walking me down the isle, William."

"It is my pleasure, dear Jane, I am proud to hand you over to my friend. I take delight in knowing it was me who introduced you two," he grinned.

"Yes, and I thank you for that also."

"You are more than welcome, now Miss Bennet, shall we go and make you a Lady?" Jane nodded and within the hour Lord and Lady Hampton emerged from the church to a shower of rice.

The trip back to Pemberley was very brief, although the distance could have been made on foot, Darcy saw fit to have his carriage take the newlyweds back to the house. During this time, Cecil had already made his bride flustered with a passionate kiss and lucky for Jane, the guests had not returned from the church.

It was not long before Cecil realised that Darcy was right about one thing, that he wished nothing more than to take his bride home. He had anticipated he would be aroused on seeing her in her wedding gown, but did not expect his heart to flutter to such an extent. He was captivated by her beauty already, but seeing her so alluring had him almost dumbstruck, to the point of stuttering his words during the ceremony.

The wedding breakfast was a joyous affair, Richard had travelled up from London for a couple of days, which pleased Lydia and Kitty for he was dressed in his full regalia. On watching all that was going on, Elizabeth turned to her husband, "William, why is Richard not married yet? I am sure with his looks and connections, he would have acquired a wife by now. Even with him saying he would need to marry money, I am sure being a second son of an Earl would sway even the most eligible of ladies his way."

"His heart lies with someone already, he will not look at another."

"What do you mean? Is he already betrothed?" Elizabeth asked in astonishment at this new revelation.

"No, he says he cannot afford to marry her. His income from the army is not enough to support a wife or family, even with his rank he does not feel it is enough to support more than himself."

"That is such a shame, we have found love and now has Jane with Cecil, it is a hard life for those who are to earn their income. Can we not do anything for him?"

"I had already thought about it in the past. Do you realise Lizzy, he is the only member of the Fitzwilliam/Darcy family who has to work to earn his income, everyone else has income from investments and estates or dowries, in the case of the women in the family. I had thought about looking around Pemberley at some of the treasures that have little personal meaning, selling them and, if Richard will accept the money, invest the money in the five per cents. If that is enough then he could sell his commission and live comfortably off the total income. We can always provide a place to live, here at Pemberley. The dowager house is still empty? It only has three bedchambers, so was not ideal for your family, but it will do for Richard," Darcy said looking at his wife for some sort to reaction and he was not disappointed when a rather broad smile appeared.

"I think that would be marvellous, I would love Richard close by. So who is this woman he loves?"

"That is the difficult bit, he is in love with Grace, has been for years," Darcy said with a slight edge to his voice.

"Grace? Oh!" Elizabeth said in shock, "The lady who has the parlour, that Grace?"

"Yes, the one and same, he would not be able to marry her and stay in London, that is for sure, but if they were to come and live in Derbyshire then no-one will know who she was. I doubt his family will accept her. I, however, will have no issue and Georgie is oblivious to the situation as are your family. He will be turning his back on his own parents if he goes through with it as I cannot see them accepting her as a daughter in law, his brother however will not mind, he is a rake after all and cannot lecture his little brother on the rights and wrongs of this world."

"And are you sure he loves her?"

"Oh Lizzy, you just have to look at them together and know they are both madly in love with each other."

"So you know Grace?" Elizabeth said, now worried that her husband had frequented her parlour.

"Only on occasion, where I have seen them at the tea rooms, he takes her out to dine sometimes but they have to be careful where they go for fear of an altercation." Darcy observed his wife's expression, she had a look of worry on her face, which he could read all too well. "Lizzy, you do not think that I have bedded Grace, do you?"

"Well… it had cross my mind. I am not ignorant to think you came to me without experience. It would be very unusual if you had, I don't think it is very frequent that a gentleman in your position came to a marriage at nine and twenty still untouched."

Darcy stood there in shock, he had not touched a woman other than his wife, he thought she knew that, but her declaration had quashed that notion. "Lizzy, you are the only woman I have laid with, believe me. I told you I did not have the social skills that seem to come so naturally to most. Surely, it would only follow that I could not interact with a woman in that manner, even if I paid for it, I would go into total shut down of my faculties."

Elizabeth smiled at his declaration, she was pleased to hear she had been the only one he had and will ever bed. However, she could not let the opportunity go, "So you are telling me you have never done what you did to me at Darcy House before? Your caresses were not that of a man who had not experienced the touch of a woman."

"Lizzy, are you doubting what I said? Please believe me when I say I was inexperienced when I took you," he said in a panic, thinking his wife did not believe a word he had said.

"Well, I do think that the skills you had were either from experience or you are a very well read gentleman, who may have practised somewhat on a peach."

"A peach!"

"Yes, a peach. I can imagine you suckling on one, with the juices and all." She said, stifling a giggle, "Your oral skills are rather advanced I would imagine, although I have nothing to compare your ministrations to, but you do please me exceedingly," she said with a bright smile.

"Oh my darling, you are teasing me, you do realise that your little speech on peaches has aroused me somewhat," Darcy said shifting himself on the seat, so as to adjust his half formed arousal. "But getting back to Richard," Darcy said to steer the subject away and hopefully flatten his reaction, "You are in agreement that we should start looking at what we can sell, I could liquidate some investments but feel it much better to sell a few treasures to fund this, it will also make room for our personal items in the future."

"Yes, I agree William, I wish to see Richard settled once and for all. I am shocked his family has not thought about this before."

"His father did think at one point, but he spends too much money and Aunt is very happy to spend all her allowance on new gowns each month. I think it falls to me to see him straight."

Whilst the Darcys were discussing their cousin, Cecil was becoming rather overwrought with a wanton need, "Darling Jane," Cecil purred, "When do you wish to leave for home?"

"It is too early my love, maybe in a couple of hours, we have only been here for an hour, there is still much merriment to be had."

"But I need you," Cecil whispered in her ear. The sensation of his hot breath on her ear made Jane's core immediately clench and her head tilted in to meet her husband's, where she nestled it against his own. "Please Jane," he said with more urgency.

"Can we just stay another hour, until everyone has at least finished eating."

"I think I can bear that, but not more than the hour, or I will resort to throwing you over my shoulder again."

At this Jane sighed, remembering a few weeks previous where he had picked her up and carried her back to the main house, like a cave dweller. She also remembered the slap on her rump, which again sent a signal to her core. A feeling she could not fathom, a physical chastisement would make her wanton was beyond her comprehension.

The hour was almost up, Cecil was becoming rather impatient and needy, he had taken to grasping his wife's thigh under the table and had moved his hand as far up her leg as he could without disturbing her skirts. Jane was also feeling rather breathless and on Cecil's request yet again, Jane accepted the fact that she needed to leave.

After they said their goodbyes, the Hamptons left Pemberley in the stylish carriage that Cecil had sent for. The Darcy carriage had been luxury beyond anything Jane had experienced, but this carriage was far superior.

Sinking back into the plushness of the seats, Jane sighed and proceeded to remove her shoes. Cecil, on seeing this, bent down and took hold of her foot, placing it on his thigh. He proceeded to massage her toes and gradually move up her leg, smiling as he noticed the lack of stockings. Jane had decided not to wear any as it had been a rather warm morning, so decided to leave them on the dresser, along with her garter ribbons. She smiled to herself when she noticed her husband's reaction to the bareness of her legs, "Did I do right, my love?"

"Yes, indeed Jane, it is one less thing to take off of you when we get home." Cecil looked up to his wife and took her foot and placed it to his lips, he kissed the sole and licked his way up to her toes where he placed her big toe into his mouth and sucked, sending a tingling sensation up her body. Cecil placed her foot back down in his lap, where Jane could feel his reaction. She felt courageous so commenced rubbing his now prominent bulge in his breaches with her toes, making him groan. Cecil moved a hand up her skirts and was making a bee-line for her core. Jane slumped down in the seat and effectively removed a good six inches from the distance that her husband's hand needed to travel. He reached his destination and proceeded to rub her there with his thumb. Jane gasped and slid further down on the seat, nearly falling off. It was only the quickness of her husband that he managed to push her back with the other hand.

"Darling, it may do wise for you to sit next to me," Jane requested.

"I can do better than that, sit on me Jane, and rest against my chest."

The manoeuvred themselves as elegantly as a couple aroused in a bouncing carriage could, once seated Cecil hitched up his wife's skirts and run his fingers over her thighs, this made Jane's body go limp and Cecil could feel her dead weight on him indicating that she had relaxed. Parting her legs by using his own, he moved one hand to her creases and caressed her as he had done that night at Pemberley. He held the other around her waist, knowing that she would more than likely slide down his body. You need to be tied down my love, he thought deliciously. "Do you like this Jane?" Cecil said in a soft seductive tone. He continued for few seconds waiting for his wife to reply, eventually she responded that she did. The headiness of her reply made him smile, she was relaxed, wanton and aroused. This will surely be a magnificent night to remember, he thought.

They arrived at Hampton House, there were no servants waiting as Cecil had requested that they all make themselves scarce for the day and only allowed his valet, Mrs Harris, to give them entry.

When the carriage stopped, Jane was fast asleep, Cecil had given her pleasure twice, he was shocked at how quickly she had recovered from the first only to peak again within seconds of the first. She had however, fallen asleep in his arms, so he took delight in carrying her bridal fashion into the house and up the stairs, where he placed her down on the bed to rest whilst he dis-robed of his attire and put on his banyan.

Being rather impatient, he took to sitting on the edge of the bed and tickled the soles of his bride's feet, she flinched at his initial touch and then sat bolt upright in bed. "So my Lady, do you wish for me to undress you?" he said with such desire in his now darkened eyes. Jane's heart began to race, seeing him as she had that night in nothing but a white banyan and his hair loose, he looked like a god, like Eros.

Sitting up on the bed, Cecil stood and held out his hand. Pulling her up with a jolt made her fall into his arms, he held her tight to him, so much so that she could feel his reaction on her belly. He moved his hands around her back and proceeded to pull the fastenings open, not caring where the buttons flew to. He pulled the bodice of the dress down her small frame and over her hips where it cascaded to the floor in a silken pool. Jane was breathless and had to lean into her husband for support, placing her cheek against him. His banyan slipped open, allowing her to nuzzle his chest, biting and teasing his hairs as she went and so making him growl in response.

Cecil made light work of her stays and threw them over his shoulder, the rest of her attire ended up on the floor on top of her gown. He quickly unpinned her hair allowing her golden tresses to cascade down her back in small ringlets. She stood there naked as the day she was born, a goddess for the god. "You are so delectable Jane, I love you so much, that it hurts."

"Oh Cecil, I love you too, please take me, I long to be yours," she pleaded. Jane, at that moment recollected her talks with her sister and mother, yes it felt so natural and not wanton at all.

Cecil picked her up and placed her on the bed, he did not let go but lay down next to her, "You know what will happen, don't you."

"Yes, I am fully aware, I am not scared, it should not hurt me, not now." She said trying to remind him of her mishap and so not worrying him when there was no blood.

"Do you wish for me to check?" he asked, but before she had time to reply he had moved down the bed and pulled her legs apart, he buried his head in her core and proceeded to lick her, there!

A guttural groan was heard indicating that all was well and she was not put out by his abrupt actions, he could not take it any longer and had to just do it. He could feel with his tongue that had been paying particular attention to her core, that the barrier was indeed breached, he knew that this would be an advantage, as he would not hurt his bride during their consummation. He moved forward slightly and started to pay particular attention to her nub, which was now swollen and wet. Jane flinched at the new sensations but it was not long before she relaxed again allowing the waves of pleasure soak into her body. Within minutes her legs started to tremble, indicating her climax, Cecil stopped and moved into position, Jane had automatically parted her legs further and tilted her hips up to an angle. Cecil slowed his breathing down to calm himself, he had nearly spilt himself once more on the bed at his wife's reactions to his caresses, but managed to pull back from the brink. He rubbed the tip of his yard along her crease, making him wet with her arousal and pushed the tip into her entrance but not all the way. This, he found made his bride moan, so he repeated the process of dipping his yard into her and stroking it along her folds of lush, wet goodness several times until she pleaded with him to take her. Slowly he pushed himself completely into her core, as he did she tilted her hips further and lifted her rump off of the bed, allowing him to deepen his thrust. He was now kneeling between her legs, his backside resting on his heels and her thighs resting on his. He moved slowly in and out of her at a steady rhythm, knowing if he moved with more haste he would erupt inside of her immediately.

Jane was in a trance, absorbing the sensations as though she was an addict to this pleasure. She felt her husband pull her up so they were face to face. She was now sitting on him, holding her against his body and bearing her weight on his. He was thrusting into her now at a vigorous pace, his hips flexing into her core at the same time he pulled her onto him.

He did not wish for the moment to end, but it was becoming torturous and he needed a release. Cecil felt her tighten around him, "Yes! come for me Jane, my beautiful girl!" he cried. Jane on hearing her husband's plea, ignited into a paroxysm of pleasure and squeezed him tight. The feeling was glorious, he could feel the ripple of her contractions around his member, pushing him to and over the edge and he erupted violently into her. This had been like no other he had taken, he loved this woman in his arms, his previous encounters meant nothing compared to his wife.

They stayed together, embracing, allowing their breathing to return to normal. Cecil had buried his head in the crook of her neck as he calmed himself, he felt a slight movement and looked up to gaze into the loving eyes of his wife.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Cecil asked.

"Yes, I am very well, I am sure I will be exceedingly well by morning," she said with a giggle, indicating that she could very well repeat the act before daybreak.

Jane reluctantly lifted herself off of her husband, she felt his seed trickle out of her and gasped. "All is well Jane, it is only my seed, you are not bleeding," he said to sooth her concern.

She lay back down onto the bed, beckoning her husband to lay down next to her. He accepted the invitation without hesitating and lay next to her and encapsulated her in his embrace. Cecil felt his yard stiffen again, "Dear Jane, could you bear my attentions again, I seem to be in need of you already," he said as he rubbed his body against her.

Jane parted her legs to allow him access, but Cecil had other ideas. He rolled her over on the bed, so that she was flat on her front and moved behind her. Jane gasped as he abruptly pulled her hips up and found herself on all fours. "What are you doing?" she asked, but the answer she got was a light slap on the behind followed swiftly by her husband's penetration. The angle was such that she cried out on his initial thrust, he had hit a delicious spot within her, she groaned at each thrust and found herself pushing back onto his yard, wishing for him to go deeper. Cecil was losing control and had to slap her on her behind again, so that she would stop pushing back. This had the opposite effect that he was hoping, it made her moan even more, nearly sending him over the edge.

He slapped the other cheek and as he did he felt his wife clench him tight, "God, this isn't going to last long, if you do not relax, sweetheart!" he cried out but the urge to spank her again was too great and he slapped her twice more until Jane erupted over her husband, spilling her arousal down her legs and onto the bedding. Seeing this, Cecil yelled out his climax, he had never had a woman react in such a way, but knew that some women could drench their lovers as she had. The experience had such a profound impact, it had aroused him exceedingly.

However, Jane collapsed in embarrassment at the thought of having lost control in such a way, "Cecil, I am so sorry, I do not know what happened, I have wet you!" she said as she cried into her pillow. Cecil laughed and took hold of her into his arms, rocking her back and forth, "Jane, you did not wet me in that way, it's arousal, it is because I took you from behind and hit a certain area inside of you, do not panic at what happened."

She looked up at him, he looked in good humour, "Why is this normal, I have weed on you, the bedding is soaked! You are soaked!"

"It is not wee, I can discard the bedding, I have more in the Ottoman at the foot of the bed if it gets too bad. Regarding ourselves, well... there is a bath prepared but it will be cold by the time we are finished." He said hinting that the night was not yet over.

They made love for half the night and fell to sleep due to exhaustion around three in the morning. Jane still in the position of their final coupling, lying across her husband's spent body with her legs either side of his. Neither of them wished to bath and wanted nothing more than to bask in the essence of their lovemaking, until they both drifted off into a deep sleep.