She was in a deeper sleep than usual, and did not feel the cup of Matt's hand on her breast.  She shifted slightly, her backside pressing against his groin unknowingly, and wriggling back into a more comfortable position.  Still wearing only the little, sheer dress, it didn't hide much.  In her dream, she was imagining either something erotic or frightening, as the smell of feminine arousal was sifting between them, and she was wet.  It was a fear reaction as well, but Matt might assume it was him.<br/><br/>She whimpered in her sleep and her foot hooked around his, body pressing all the closer and her back arching to shove the entire breast into his hand; he could feel the tight nipple against his palm, begging to be touched and tweaked.<br/><br/>Still, she slept.