Bedtime ritual here involves me standing naked beside the bed asking him (already in bed) if i may join him.
We keep our house on the chilly side, and since our bedroom is over the garage, it hovers around 56 all winter. In all fairness, the reason he is in bed first is because he warms the sheets on my side of the bed, then i get into a not-so-shockingly-cold bed.
That is indeed very sweet of him to do, especially because once i get in, he has to scoot over to his still-very-cold side of the bed.
But back to me standing naked by my side of the bed asking permission to get in.....
When i am exhausted and sleepy and it has been a long day, i really, really want to be in bed. I can feel the warmth, i can feel myself melting up against him, my body and my mind letting go and allowing sleep to carry me off. Oh how i want it.
And, when i am so tired, I have less than usual cold tolerance - remember i'm standing there naked.
So i stand and wait permission (usually permission is granted after some talking, or groping, or tweaking, or testing of some sort). So i stand there and try not to bat his hands away, roll my eyes, whine or complain, or point out how unfair and utterly stupid this whole thing is.
Not a glad heart sort of arrangement at all.
And i'm not sure it will ever be - at least not in the winter.