His eyes flutter at the move, letting out a soft sound of unconscious approva. Equally unconsciously, he tangles their legs and nudges an arm around her, nuzzling his way onto her pillow. He remains like that until morning, still sleeping soundly far past his usual waking hour. It's too pleasant -- too warm. A part of him is trying to push its way through, but the rest keeps getting dragged back under. Without any awareness, his first conscious thought is that he doesn't want to wake up at all. That whatever is happening feels too good to end now.