It probably would have been more like spooning if she put her arm around him, but she had made a no groping without permission rule, and that might be construed as groping if she did it without asking. And she was a bit too sleepy to ask. So instead, she tucked herself against him, feeling her shivers disappear with his warmth right there.
"I like spoons." Really witty conversation but hey, she was comfortable like this and it was making her even sleepier. "I think if I was silverware, I'd be a fork. Curvy, but also with sharp edges. Sharp-ish edges. For poking."