In the morning, Bane was the first to wake, but he didn't move a muscle, staring at the figure in his arms. The same arms that were wrapped around Lysia's much more mature form, pressing into her now much larger and softer body. His face was pressed into her hair, and his hand was pressed against soft skin that was being barely contained by the night dress Lysia was wearing.
Bane knew he was in hot water, but any movement was sure to wake Lysia. Still, getting out of the bed was Bane number priority because his body was also older. The precarious position he was in was starting to stir things inside of him. He hadn't been awake long, but it was more than enough time for the blood to begin rushing.
"Ah, dammit," Bane grumbled, but then a soft moan escaped Lysia's mouth, and he froze, or at least more of him did.
"Stop poking me in the back so hard," Lysia grumbled, still clearly not awake yet, and then she shoved her much more shapely ass into Bane's hips.