An arm draped over her waist. She scoots herself backward, into the warmth of his body and blanket around them. She smiles to herself and tries to will herself to sleep. She knows it won’t happen, but she tries for his sake. Another movement and she moves to drape a leg behind her, over his leg. Another minute goes by and suddenly her arms move from their previous position to one under her head, one on his arm. She knows her bedmate is awake, but she tries hard to ignore him and sleep.
He kisses her shoulder and asks sleepily, “Did you miss me?.”
“I suppose….” She completely rolls over to face him.
“You suppose? What?”
“Yes, and it’s as good as it’s going to get!” She smiles softly and wishes she wasn’t disturbing him. But she’s awake, he knows it, and he doesn’t seem bothered by it at all. He laughs and tickles her side. She gives a small giggle as he pokes her again. “Stop that!”
“Is someone ticklish?” He asks, laughing softly.
“No! I hate it. Stop it!”