<i>"Really, you're reducing to this?...Fine. Up you get then."</i><br/><br/>Lyfe didn't need any further encouragement. The muscles in his legs coiled as he his body naturally dipped in preparation to jump. As soon as she created a space for him, he let the tension wiring his frame buoy him into bounding happily onto the bed. It was a graceful motion, that he put some concentration into so he didn't accidentally shove her with his large frame as he landed. The moment he made contact with the incredibly soft mattress he sighed in contentment, and let his ligaments fold under him. His side dropped into one of the pillows, while he let the rest of his body naturally conform around Raelyn.<br/><br/>Instinctively she nuzzled into his chest; and the familiarity of the action made him smile even in wolf form. He wanted to hold her as a man; to run his fingers through her hair-- and make up for 10 lost years of contact. But he'd done this with her before too. Let her find comfort in him as a wolf. She pressed a brief kiss to his snout, that made him lightly rasp his tongue against her nose before she tucked into his chest. And embraced sleep. It took Lyfe longer to do the same, because not too long after her breathing evened out; Raelyn lost herself in dreams. Nightmares her own subconscious had made to remind her of a past she couldn't change.<br/><br/>His eyes softened as whimpers escaped her.<br/><br/>And when she went into the fetal position--his body completely wrapped around her. Tucking himself so she could prop her legs against his hindquarters, and she was burrowed into his chest. It was his way of encircling her in warmth. And granting her more contact--even in dreams Raelyn seemed to be subtly aware of him.  He found himself licking away the tears falling down her face. Tenderly so he wouldn't wake her before it was time. He knew from experience she functioned better if he didn't wrench her completely from a nightmare; She had to come out of it naturally. Otherwise she seemed more shaken.<br/><br/>Lyfe didn't even realize he'd been up with her most of the night. Trying to safeguard her from memories that he couldn't fight until he too fell asleep--subconsciously shifting to his human form sometime in the early morning. When he assumed the form of a man, he was still wearing pants; and he was still completely entangled with Raelyn. She was drawn flush to his chest, while his arms remained hooked possessively around her waist. His head had fallen into the crook of her neck as he slept, so he could feel her stirring; hear the small intake of breath as she said his name. "Lyfe? ...What the hell"<br/><br/>His grip tightened around her defiantly. He'd slept maybe 2 or three hours and didn't wanna move.<br/><br/>And yet he would simply to be a shit head.<br/><br/>Out of the two of them; he was the one that could always be a morning person no matter how much he needed sleep.<br/><br/>His hands roamed up from her hips to slide up her spine--tracing over the skin not protected by lacy lingerie. And he smirked; craning his head to murmured into her ear--- "Hey, Rae; Finally woke up huh? Was wondering when you would recover from the great time we had last night." He all but purred, purposefully seeping as much innuendo into his voice as possible. "Remember jumping me?" He drawled, letting his lips ghost across her ear; while trying desperately not to cackle. He was bullshitting hard right now and it would take her tired mind a minute to catch up. He just wanted to see her reaction; and distract her from any lingering feelings her dreams might heave left her with. Anger was a good outlet for her.