He fell forward next to her on the bed where they both lay gasping for several minutes.

"You got your stuff in my hair," she finally laughed, giddy in the aftermath of the lovemaking she'd wanted for so long.

"Complain too much and I'll aim for your face next time," he threatened, reaching an arm around her and pulling her in to his chest.

"That might not be so bad," she replied cheekily. They rested a few more minutes until, lifting her head, she kissed him. She recoiled in mock horror. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you need to go brush your teeth. All I can taste right...