For a moment, Meg stared at him incredulously. Then, feeling lighter than she had since he'd arrived, she laughed. A real laugh, that didn't come from sarcasm or malice or any of her safest places. She was, for the moment at least, actually happy. The kind of happy only mortals usually got to experience.
"Hadn't planned on going home?" she teased. "You're making me feel cheap, feathers." Cheap was the understatement of the year. She'd never worked so hard for a connection to another being in her life. And yet, it had been worth it. It would always be worth it. Every tortuously slow step they took was absolutely worth it.
"But you're not sleeping on my couch," she added, her eyebrow raising in an amused way. "Come on."
Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him off the couch and dragged him back towards her room. She didn't need it after all. The most action her bed had seen had been as a place to rest her head while she healed, but she'd never slept in it. The damn thing was so nice, it seemed unfair that it didn't get any use. Abandoning him by the bed, she went to the back wall closed the door they'd thoughtlessly left open before pulling the heavy drapes across the glass.
"I don't have any men's clothes that will fit you," she commented over her shoulder. During the brief period when she'd been a man, she'd been much shorter than him, and it was highly unlikely that anything she had left over would fit. "But if you sleep in your boxers, I promise not to peak. Much."
As she moved past him towards the hall, pondering what she could do for the rest of the night that wouldn't disturb him, she paused. standing on her tiptoes...he was so damned tall...she pressed a light kiss against his cheek. "Get some sleep," she instructed quietly, before leaving him to his own devices and retreating to deal with her own feelings in private.