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The feeling of warmth, rearranged slightly underneath her. Her tail curled back slightly, adjusting in her sleep, and with that, a new position for her legs, her rear, so suddenly she was sitting in a warm spot that she'd made, but in a different way. A little shivering thrill, feeling the fur on her arms and legs standing up, the unconscious twitch in feet and legs and arms to stre-e-e-etch...

A squeak of air. Tiny little beads squished against one another, styrofoam.

Sounds. Little things. Wait. That was the beanbag over by the computer desk. But that didn't feel quite like the beanbag. That felt like - ah. An arm. Oh yeah... that's what'd happened. Coming home, bags by the door, the slump, the sigh, and the hug. That made piecing it together easier - arms around her shoulders, chin on her head and - oh yeah.

Then the breath on her right ear, which flicked, and she felt the tip of it bump her eyebrow, because of course it did and dangit -

"Stopppit."

"Heh."

"Jerk." she grumbled, turning slightly. His arms squeezed her close, turning her so she could sink into him a bit better. It was just a hug, but it was the kind of hug you could nap in. Even if just for a moment. Even if only to show that there

"You doin' okay? Y'fell asleep mid-hug, so I'm figuring... pretty tired?"

"Jus' a bit more."

"Okay." And the hand on the back of her neck rubbed gently. "For now... you can just relax."