[morning after this discussion]

She has been awake for hours by the time the sun begins to peak through the windows. As it turns out, humans require a lot more sleep than Timeladies. Which, if you asked Jenny, isn't such a bad thing. It has, in fact, given her ample time to instead think on their pre-sleeping activities as she found herself in and out of Bart's arms during the night. Her speedster's warm body made a much better blanket than the one he stole from her.

So: lots of time to think about human relationships and how fun sex actually did turn out to be fun, pesky rubber aside. Enough time even that Jenny has developed a conclusion: it happens to be almost - almost as amazing as running. At the very least, in her expert opinion, experimenting was good enough to try again.

But not now. Because now, she decides, with the sun up, it's an acceptable time to start poking Bart awake. Giggling, Jenny gently prods his stomach, watching him with happy eyes as his chest rises up and down.

Patience, clearly, is no where to be found in her psyche.