With the way that Hallbjorn stroked her hair during the movie, Kara was half asleep at the end. She grumbled a little when he left the bed, then pulled his pillow into her arms and pressed her face against it. She was so sleepy that she wasn't even thinking about changing for the night into one of her pajamas.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn's voice had her peeking up from the pillow, and even with how tired she was, Kara took pleasure in the sight of him wearing only his boxers. His hair was free of the braid, and she wanted to dip her fingers into that platinum blond length.<br/><br/>She felt only a hint of alarm when he began to undress her, but this was her mate, and Kara was grateful that he was taking care of her. While he worked on removing her dress and bra, her fingers moved up to tangle in his hair and she sighed happily. “I love it when you wear your hair lose.” She hoped he understood her her sleepy murmur.<br/><br/>If he had not worn her out so thoroughly, Kara's body would have burned with need as it was revealed to him. As it was, she could hardly keep her eyes open. She was more then happy to wear his shirt, and even lifted it to her nose so she could take in his scent. She went eagerly into Hallbjorn's arms when he joined her on the bed again. His big body felt like it was surrounding her and protecting her, and in seconds she fell asleep.<br/><br/>The only dreams she had were of that temple carved into the rose colored stone. Kara woke up after four hours of sleep, though she felt like she slept the whole night. Her attention was not on the open curtains, or the afternoon sunlight that filled the room. It did not hurt her at all. She wasn't even thinking of her thirst when she awoke.<br/><br/>Because as she woke, she became very aware of Hallbjorn's hands upon her. A quick glance confirmed that he still slept. Desire rushed through her body, and she struggled to remain completely still. That didn't stop her breasts from growing heated, or her nipples becoming hard little nubs against Hallbjorn's shirt. His hand was so close to her breast, and the need for the heavy weight of his palm to capture her breast had her panting softly.<br/><br/>Even worse then that torture was where his other hand was. She could feel the heat of his hand on her mound. If Kara shifted her hips even a tiny bit, she would be able to rub herself against that hand.<br/><br/>Frustration welled within her, because her shirt and panties were separating her skin from the feel of his. She wanted them off at once, hating the barrier they provided. Her own hands rested on the pillow beside her head, and her fingers curled into fists as she tried not to move his hands right to where she wanted them.<br/><br/>Kara needed a cold shower. The coldest. Or to sit in a tub of ice water. That might cool her off. She started naming the different kinds of plants that grew in Arizona, but she was so flustered that she couldn't recall a thing.<br/><br/>She didn't want to wake up needing him and feeling starved for his touch. He'd given her a glorious release just last night. Kara wanted to give him the same. Her lips tingled as she imagined kissing a line down his chest, and then putting her lips on him lower. Taking him into her mouth.<br/><br/>Gah! She started reciting the constellations in her head. Kara would not take advantage of Hallbjorn in his sleep. She demanded that she show some of the restraint he had. Regardless of her wishes, her body started to move. Her hips pressed back tightly against him and she started to writhe. “Hallbjorn.” She gasped his name, her voice thick with a little worry and a lot of sexual frustration. If he didn't save her, she was going to pounce him.