She doesn't relax, although after a moment she turns her head slightly so it's easier to breathe. Tensely waiting for the feel of his touch - in her mind or otherwise - sleep slowly creeps up on her, encouraged by the light weaves that she hadn't noticed, they were gentle enough.
She had intended to move elsewhere as soon as he was asleep, but somehow she drifts off before she can call up the willpower.
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Date: 2006-08-01 10:59 pm (UTC)She had intended to move elsewhere as soon as he was asleep, but somehow she drifts off before she can call up the willpower.