A time for every purpose under heaven. 

Winter, Giles decided, was perfect. The tiny, draughty flat, with its abysmal excuse for central heating offered no protection from the numbing winds and the chill from the seemingly endless drizzle of near-frozen rain, or from the sharp, bitter bite of the frost-laden air that continued to keep them trapped in this bed. Warmth, comfort, pleasure, all these things were to be found within the narrow confines of what after three days should be a prison rather than the warm haven it had proven to be. Ethan’s elegant fingers trailed slowly, teasingly up his leg interrupting his deliberations and Ripper smiled to himself as his cock once again twitched eagerly to life. Yes indeed, perfect.