“Maybe shewhat?”
“Sleepwalks.”
“What in the unyielding span of the empire does that mean?” The warden appeared nearly offended by the word.
“Just what it sounds like,” Tasha said. “When you get up and walk around in your sleep. Some people even eat in their sleep. Or have sex.”
“What the blazes…”
“Zabrians don’t sleepwalk, I take it?”
“Certainly not,” Warden Tenn scoffed. “I have never heard of this before in all my life! Is this something I now need to worry about you doing? If I’m to be constantly on alert for the moment you wander off into the night wearing nothing but your jamdingoes, I will never be a rested man again!”
“You are so dramatic,” Tasha said with a sigh that somehow sounded both loving and long-suffering. “It’s fine. I don’t think I’ve ever done it.”
“And what about the other things?” he grumbled. “The sleep eating. The…The sleepytime relations…”
“Have I ever had sex with you while I was asleep, Tenn? Because I’m pretty sure you would have noticed that,” she said dryly.
It was at that point that I acknowledged this truly was one of the strangest dreams I’d ever had. Maybe it was the fancy, heavy meal I’d made and eaten last night. I was used to simpler fare. Clearly, my body’s attempt at digesting the dinner was resulting in these deeply unnatural thoughts.
“No, you are right,” Warden Tenn replied on a smooth sort of growl. “You’re far too mouthy and loud when we are coupling to be anything but awake. And your eyes are open. Until they roll back in your head when I make you-”
“Shh!” That was Tasha again. “You’re going to wake them up!”
I really was feeling very awake now. I was aware of the temperature of the room, aware of the stiffness in my back from laying here.
Aware of Shiloh, who now began to stir against me.
Aware of my own body’s reaction to her. Her proximity, her movements. Her scent.
I was getting hard.
On the off chance that this was not a dream, and contemplating the horrifying possibility that my unruly cock was about to humiliate me very badly (not to mention the likelihood that I would deeply offend Shiloh) I swiftly rolled away from her.
My hat was nearby, on the floor. I sat up, grasped it, and positioned it in what I hoped was a casual fashion on my lap.
Scrubbing a hand down my face and accepting that I was indeed awake now, I blinked away grogginess to see Shiloh slowly sitting up as well. Her hair was piled atop her head, a shiny strip of fabric coming loose from where it seemed to have been tied around it.
“What time is it?” Shiloh asked, looking blearily around.
“Dawn,” Warden Tenn said.
“When did you get here, Shiloh?” Tasha asked, extending a hand for Shiloh to take. Shiloh clasped it with a grateful-looking smile, rising and wincing.
“Are you hurt?” I asked, jolted by guilt. How could I have slept all night like a dolt while she was here? Why did I not awaken, and bring her back to a proper bed?
“No, no,” she insisted. “Think I just slept with my head at a funny angle. My migraine definitely seems to be gone though. So that’s good.”
That was indeed good.
What else was good? The fact that she was not hurt, and therefore I was not required to stand up just yet. I kept my hat in place, willing the blood to drain from my cock.
But having her awake, even with this distance between us, was not helping much there. She looked so soft and sleepy. Like she’d just come from spending a night in my arms.
Because, apparently, she had.
I cursed myself for not being even slightly aware of it while it had happened.
