[He moves in his sleep, shifting with a stifled groan, whatever juice the taser knocked out of him finally wearing off.
At first he doesn't remember what the hell happened. He's in a bed that feels too small. Naked, so that probably means he changed. His muscles feel a little stiff, as if there was a fight or--
He sniffs the air trying to get any useful hints, and the whiff of her scent both sends his senses running wild and brings back an idea what must have happened. His eyes fly open and he sits up in bed, staring at her with disbelief.]
...Fuck. And here I almost thought you weren't real.
[Well some kind of crazy nightmare certainly would've explained a lot of things.]
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At first he doesn't remember what the hell happened. He's in a bed that feels too small. Naked, so that probably means he changed. His muscles feel a little stiff, as if there was a fight or--
He sniffs the air trying to get any useful hints, and the whiff of her scent both sends his senses running wild and brings back an idea what must have happened. His eyes fly open and he sits up in bed, staring at her with disbelief.]
...Fuck. And here I almost thought you weren't real.
[Well some kind of crazy nightmare certainly would've explained a lot of things.]