Gwendolyn slept comfortably, enswathed in soft blankets and in the arms of her love. It was the sudden and brief absence of his warmth next to her that roused her-- just a prickling of consciousness that penetrated through her sleep. When the bed dipped again with Cameron's return, Gwen inched closer to him, the fabric of his nightshirt scratching against her cheek.<br/><br/>Sighing and her eyes still closed, Gwen burrowed into Cameron's chest, seeking comfort and familiarity in his embrace.. "You've put on clothes," she mumbled sleepily, "how rude."