Will smiled wryly, feeling the way Essie's bothered shivered beneath his hands. Tracing his fingertips, rough and warm, up her back he let his hand rest finally between her shoulder blades. Tilting his head to look down at her, he reached down to brush his other hand beneath her chin.

"Here we are," Will murmured, leaning down to brush a kiss against Essie's lips. Soft, a little yearning, as he held her closer to his much warmer body. "Do you have to get up soon?"