It doesn't take long for Fred to acquire what she needs.

"Well," she countered, reappearing in the doorway and openly taking in the scenery. She might be in possession of every scrap of blankets and sheeting but it had very little to do with the warmth in her gaze. "The fig leaf would really be for my benefit, and I can assure you that I'm just fine."

Still, she lingered.

"And it'd have to itch."

She closed the distance between them then. And despite Fred's graceless exit from the bed, there was something coordinated and purposeful about the way climbed back onto the mattress -- an aged case following her. Recognizing the chill, Fred lowered one shoulder to send part of the sheet cascading down. A corner she graciously offered to Wesley.

The dance concluded in a lingering kiss.