Tegan remained silent, letting the moment stretch, curled close to him, the cool sheet against their heated flesh, his warm leg wrapped in hers. Her fingertips ran over the hills and valleys of his muscles, smooth flesh, soft, the bristle of the hairs on his leg coarse against her smoothness. His heartbeat thudded against her own, slower than hers, deeper. She tucked her head beneath his chin, relaxed, and her breathing slowed to mere whispers, deepening as she slowly drifted into half-sleep, exhausted, sated.<br/><br/>The sun was only dipping to meet the horizon, now, she would likely wake halfway through the night. Her mind, and body was calm as she slept, full lips parted lightly, an occasional soft rasp escaping her throat. His warmth, his protection covered her, cradled her in er sleep, and her dreams were quiet this eveing.