For once, Ash slept soundly. His dreams pleasant and focused on his younger years when they were just best friends. Becca had been so warm and inviting, he felt like he never wanted to leave. Maybe their friendship would grow to a new level, which is what he always wanted, yet the harsh reality slowly invaded his dreams and he knew that being a werewolf around her would be dangerous.<br/><br/>Ash slowly woke, taking a moment to realize he was still in Becca's apartment, and another to realize she was still lying on him, a warm blanket was drawn over them both, and her arms wrapped tightly around his which he was embarrassed was still covered in fur. Still, the smile on her face made him want to leave it the way it was, yet careful his now sharpened claws didn't touch her.<br/><br/>His eyes widened when he spotted the clock on the wall and it was well past noon, yet he couldn't move without waking his sleeping friend by his side. Frankly, he didn't want to move. Her warmth against his body was inviting, her gentle rhythmic breathing soothing to listen to, and her scent, even with his heightened senses was the most pleasant thing he had ever smelled. This was nothing short of heaven, yet he was too well rested to drift off to sleep, and he turned a slight shade of pink when his stomach growled loud enough to wake a sleeper in the bedroom down the hall...