God damn is she pretty… 

Joseph’s thoughts were muted and quiet, dulled by the sleep that was threatening at the edges of his mind. He was coming down off of a recent high, and just now was his absolute exhaustion hitting him. 

He didn’t say anything as he adjusted how he lounged on the couch, simply lifting her arm and laying his head onto her thighs. His breath caught in his chest as he waited for her to push him off or tell him to move. To his relief, she didn’t. 

She was soft and warm, and smelled of musk and cedar underneath her perfume. The scent was gentle, comforting both him and the wolf inside as his eyelids drifted shut. Her breathing caused the shirt she was wearing to rub against the back of his head, but that was inconsequential at the moment. Joseph felt, for the first time in a long time, safe. 

As he let sleep overtake him, a sensation followed him down into dreamland, pleasantly surprising him; was it–fingers in his hair?