Laying upon his body, still impaled, with the weight of the blankets settling against her back and trapping their warmth in with them... it wasn't exactly being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Yet as her head nestled upon the front of his shoulder, feeling his breathing making her own body rise and fall, and hearing the muted thud of his heart, she could not help but wish, as her eyes drifted wearily closed, that it was another man entirely that her nude form was pressed against.<br/><br/>She slept, and dreamed of Owen.