Oh Look. An Adult.

There wasn't much else to be said after that. I made him sleep on his end of the bed while I curled up on mine. I also made him fix the bedding so that I could remain warm and comfortable all night without having to borrow body heat. The nights were surprisingly cool and just having my arms and shoulders exposed for part of that conversation had already given me a chill. It didn't help that there weren't any coverings on the windows. Shutters are important, people!!!

In any case, the faint rays of the sun shining through the window woke me initially, but I found a deep lethargy was set in my bones. My body refused to move from its position beneath the covers and wedged against an especially warm, hard surface.

It took a moment for me to realize I was laying my head on a thickly muscled arm, with another one wrapped around my belly, holding me firmly. I could feel the soft, steady breaths of a sleeping person on the top of my head and feel every line in his chest, belly, and thighs as he conformed to my every curve.

Gharret had coiled into me while we slept and cuddled me like I was some sort of giant teddy bear. There was a fifty-fifty chance that he did it in his sleep, but then again…it may have been purposeful.

I wanted to shove him away and yell at him and possibly flick him in the forehead again…

But this felt IMPOSSIBLY good. If it were possible to get drunk off of coziness, I think this might be it. All I wanted to do was lay there and drift back off to sleep. Was this what the 'afterglow' felt like?

He shifted even closer – SOME how… - and pressed his hips into mine. It was then I felt the rather intrusive bulge in his pants grind against me. My face went red and I suddenly became VERY uncomfortable. Geez, even in his sleep, he had great aim.

Gharret's hand drifted down over my belly, spreading his fingers and gaining a better grip. A little snore told me he was still fast asleep as he began grinding more.

Ooookay, enough was enough. I punched my elbow into his ribs a few times, gently at first, then with increasing severity.

"Gharret! Wake up, damn it! Stop humping me!!!" I huffed.

He only growled in response as he adjusted his grip again, this time finding one of my breasts and gripping it. I squawked in surprise and slapped at his hand.

Sure I'd considered this scenario…but he was supposed to be pantless…and awake. I finally was able to twist a little in his grip and bring my palm down on his cheek. He yelped and startled, freezing as his eyes snapped open and the line of drool down his chin slowed. I REALLY hope he didn't get any of that in my hair.

"H…huh…?" he mumbled. As he came to, he began flexing both his hands and frowned as he squeezed my breast again.

"Can you NOT?!" I snapped, causing him to look down and jump again, eyes wide with surprise. He let go and immediately backed away, giving me room to sit up.

"What the hell kind of dream were you having, anyway???" As I clutched the covers against me, I glared. All the grinding had set me off, but being assaulted in that manner just made me angry. He blushed and refused to answer as he glanced away and lifted his chin out of pride. I noted he also shoved blankets over his little 'friend' trying to escape his pants.

"It…was nothing…I don't remember…," he mumbled.

"Lies don't get very far with me," I growled at him, showing my seriousness at the egregiousness of the situation he'd created. He snapped his head back at me and grimaced a little before giving a sigh.

"Fine. I was dreaming that I was mating with you. Vigorously. For an extended period of time." I blushed hard. As my face lit up, he smirked…then grinned wickedly; one of his fangs hung over a lower lip as his tail swished behind him. Ah, yes…the look of a predator who'd just discovered a weak point.

"You were screaming for more. I was on the verge of impregnating you. We had been mating all night. The entire village could hear your cries of passion and ecstasy…" He seemed to be prowling across the bed back toward me as I covered my face.

Ugh. I hate how good he is at dirty talk. It's almost evil. When he got closer, I reached out and shoved my hand against his face hard. With the resounding smack, he stopped and pouted.

"Ow…," he grumbled against my palm. I honestly hadn't meant to slap him that hard, so I pulled my hand away, noting the red print I'd left behind. He rubbed his nose. "You're rather violent for a female…"

"You haven't given me a reason not to be." I huffed at him and crossed my arms. "Even when you sleep, you're a dirty pervert."

He frowned and settled on his butt again, curling his tail around.

"I'm starting to believe I may understand what you mean by the word 'pervert'…and I don't understand how the only female I've ever expressed an interest in could label me as such." He sniffed and stuck his nose in the air arrogantly…as his other hand snuck under the covers and began stroking my upper thigh.

I whipped the covers back and slapped his hand.

"So you're telling me that there aren't other women you grope and assault like this?!" I huffed. He retracted his hand, looking somewhat hurt, though, given the gleam in his eye and the way he played it, I knew he was faking.

"You're the only one." His grin became wolfish as he leaned in to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear.

He just wasn't taking no for an answer! I grumbled in frustration at him and bounced my hand off the top of his head…

…just as a little old lady walked in and squealed with delight.