Grey woke slowly, his mind surfacing through the kind of grogginess that made it difficult to tell whether his eyes were actually open yet. Something warm was pressed against his chest and shifting every few seconds, almost like it was trying to burrow deeper into him, and Grey frowned before finally forcing his vision to focus.
Elowen was curled against him.
That by itself probably wouldn't have been enough to short-circuit his thoughts, but she was also completely naked, one leg tangled with his while her face was buried against the side of his chest as though she'd decided sometime during the night that he was a particularly comfortable pillow. Grey stared down at her for several seconds, his brain immediately trying to take the situation in a direction that was not remotely useful.
'Nope.'
