Maybe he's just a sad old man these days - maybe there's no helping it, and this is where he was always destined to end up. Not in bed with a time-traveling ex-girlfriend who apparently wants to suck him off - that seems unpredictable by any measure - but looking at his life with more regret than contentment.

It's really having to fight for dominance at the moment, at least. There's anticipation in there, too, and an affection so overwhelming that when they finally wear themselves out, he's going to hold onto her all night. If he can't sleep, he'll still stay there in bed, breathing in her scent and letting her slight frame rest against him.

He watches as she moves down his body, moving a hand over her hair with the hint of a smile playing at his lips. Beneath her, his cock's half-hard, and at the moment, he's got the faint hope that he'll manage to get harder.