As rays of light from the morning sunrise crept through breaks in the curtained windows, Jemma reluctantly stirred as something shifted beneath her. Blinking blearily, she groaned and felt around for the nuisance disturbing her slumber. Her hand came into contact with something unexpected… something fluffy and undeniably soft. Something that felt suspiciously like a tail.
She froze. Memories of the night prior flooded her mind, and she realized with a jolt it hadn't been a dream. She was, in fact, naked in bed with none other than Liron, who she was supposed to be safe guarding from a distance. For a moment, she panicked. A glance down reminded her that she was still safely in disguise and would remain so until she consciously made the effort to shift back into her natural form. The knowledge helped her breath again.
