Shireen fought off her desire to straddle her husband and continue where they left off the previous night and reluctantly got up and began dressing. She was still feeling pleasantly sore, and she knew Jon was inexhaustible and could go on for hours without tiring. Should she start anything now, there would be no stopping. And today was the last and most important day of the tourney, and they had to be there to open it, so she reluctantly got up from the bed.