Anya's alarm sounded bright and early.  She awoke, groggy, and yawned, wiping away the sleep-sand that had accumulated in her eyes. 

“Wha?” she said, feeling a body against her.  She looked down to see Morozko asleep beside her, his arms wrapped round her waist.  “Huh?  What in thrice nine kingdoms?”

Morozko stirred.  “Go back to sleep.”  He grunted.

“Why are you in my bed?”

Morozko looked at her with cut-glass eyes.  “Don’t you remember last night?” he said.

“Of course I do.  We argued over the dance and... oh.  Right.”  Anya blushed.  “You kissed me?”

“Absolutely.”  Morozko grinned like the Devil.  “And I will do it again, to remind you...