Casper & Fiona - the next morning
It was quite a bit later that they finally curled up together to sleep, and she slept deeper, calmer, and longer than she had in longer than she wanted to admit. It was later in the morning than she could ever remember sleeping when she wasn't ill, and she woke up groggy and disoriented, not quite remembering where she was or what she'd done at first.
Her body was sore in a glorious and yet unfamiliar way, and the memories slowly filtered in out of order. When the full picture of the previous night formed in her mind's eye, her eyelids flew open, a soft squeak slipping from her lips.