Rose Hathaway (roza_) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-11-07 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | cinderella's prince, rosemarie hathaway |
Who: Rose and Tom
When: November 1st
Where: Rose and Lissa’s apartment
What: Halloween Celebrations
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 - adult situations.
Status: COMPLETE
Tom was dressed as the best Captain the USS Enterprise had ever seen. He didn’t do a William Shatner impersonation, though. (Sorry to the ladies.) Unless he was reciting Rocket Man. That might come later. After some beers and shots.
For the moment, though, he was sober, dressed to the nines in his Captain Kirk garb, and was walking up to the front door he’d gotten from Rose. Party, right? He could party. He even brought some beer.
After doing a quick check of himself, he knocked on the front door and waited for someone to answer.
The party was going quite well if Rose was to be the judge of that. A large group of people from her gym and people from Lissa’s classes and a handful of people from the network. It was a good time to be had despite random people turning into their Halloween costumes and Rose was thankful it hadn’t happened to her at all. She was currently dressed up as a cereal killer, which consisted of bloody boxes of cereal on her tshirt and holding a fake knife.
She heard the knock on the door over the noise of the music and made her way over. Her smile was bright when she saw it was Tom, “Hey there, captain. How’s it going?”
Tom straightened his spine and lifted his chin at the word captain. He could really get used to that, actually. “At ease, Lieutenant.” He said, grinning cheekily. “...Did I miss the party?” He asked, holding up the six pack.
That comment earned a soft laugh from her as she shook her head. “Nope, not at all. Right in the full swing of things, so come on in,” she pushed the door open wider so he could see the group of people that were in there and let him enter in front of her before closing the door behind him, “And free beer is always appreciated.” She took the six pack from him, placed it over on a nearby table, and grabbed one for herself.
Tom moved with her back through the door and took a look around. “Hey, no problem. Thanks for inviting me. I’m sure I’ll grab one of those, too, eventually.” He gave her another cheeky grin, then leaned over to kiss her cheek in greeting. “You having a good Halloween Weekend, Sweetheart?”
The kiss on the cheek brought forth a smile and she cracked open the can of beer and took a sip, “It’s been...interesting and exhausting. This is my fourth and final Halloween party and I think I may just want to sleep until Thanksgiving after this. You’re looking at Remy LeBeau’s newest bodyguard and apparently that includes having to follow around his whims to attend as many parties as possible. What about you?”
Tom raised an eyebrow at her new job. He gave a laugh. “Remy LeBeau hired you to be his personal bodyguard? Well, good luck with that.” Tom shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose, if he really wants a bodyguard. He must have gotten a kick out of hiring you.” He moved with her further into the party, and took a beer for himself as well. “...Congrats on the new job.”
“I think he’s paranoid since he got shot, so it kind of makes sense,” Rose wasn’t going to mention that it was paying incredibly well, so she’d be stupid not to take the job at the moment, “I think he quite enjoys being able to say he’s my boss. It’s kind of weird, but I’m trying to make sure he tries to stay professional when I’m actually doing my job. But thank you for the congratulations, we’ll see how long I last before I murder him myself.”
She was certainly joking about the last part, but it was definitely something that could happen if Remy did something stupid. She lifted her beer up to his in a toast and grinned. At least right now she was off the clock and could have fun with other people.
“He’s a lot of people’s boss,” Tom agreed. But that didn’t make Remy a bad man. Or even a bad businessman. He had some quirks, for sure, but Remy was an all right guy. To the casual observer. “I’m sure you’ll keep your head about you. You seem like the kind who won’t up and shoot someone just for being… well, Remy.”
"Maybe that's what I want you to think," She teased him before grabbing his hand and pulling him along, "you have to try the punch my roomie made. She is a genius with food and drinks. What have you been up to this weekend? A million parties?"
Tom gave a little chuckle at her enthusiasm. “I’ve got a beer already…” He said, but let her tug him along. He liked it when she tugged him along. “...yeah, kinda? I give out the best candy, so I was at my place for an hour last night. All the trick-or-treaters in the neighborhood know to come and visit my house at least once.”
"So? You'll need a new drink when you finish that one," she explained with a laugh and then smiled at his mention of trick-or-treaters, "That is absolutely adorable. Such a sweetie. What kind of candy do you give out?"
“Rosie, are you trying to get me drunk?” Tom accused playfully, moving with her toward the refreshment table. “Baby Ruth bars.” Full size bars. Not the fun size garbage. Tom was loaded, he could do that sort of thing. “I only get a couple dozen trick-or-treaters. It makes their night.”
"Maybe. Unless you're not into that kind of thing, but I don't think that's the case," she raised an eyebrow playfully and took a sip of her beer, "Those are some of the best candy bars. I generally like the lesser known brands better. Paydays are amazing as well. Remind me to come by your place next year."
“Oh, no.” Tom said, grinning and shaking his head. “You should definitely get me drunk and have your way with me.” He offered, and gulped from his beer. The faster he drank, the easier it’d be for her. “Paydays are pretty amazing, too,” Tom added, nodding. “I’ll have to add those into the mix for next year. And I’ve already counted you in.”
“Why Tom! Who knew you were such a cheap date,” Rose let her eyes get wide and pretend she was scandalized by this news. She playfully swatted at his chest and laughed, “I should just come by and steal the leftover candy you have anyway. I have a serious sweets addiction and I should maybe seek help before I become diabetic.”
“... why would I give you more ammo toward your diabetic aspirations?” Tom asked, then caught her hand near his chest. “I rather like your toes. I wouldn’t want you to lose any of them.” He lifted her fingertips to kiss her knuckles in a very flirtatious and playful way.
"Because I am fairly good at portion control and work out way too much to actually become diabetic?" She countered, her eyebrows raised, and a playful expression on her face. And then he was being all charming and she resisted the urge to swoon and instead giggled, "Well, when you put it like that...."
“I’m right. Now. Serve me this punch and get me drunk.” Tom said, breaking into a bright smile. He lifted her hand up in the air to twirl her under it, and then released it so she could pour them each a cup of punch. While she was busy with that he pounded the rest of his beer and tossed the empty can into a recycling bin.
That earned a hearty laugh from her as he twirled her around. Oh yes, she was slightly smitten with him and he was one of the most fun people she had spent time with. When released she grabbed a cup from beside the punch bowl and filled it up for him before filling up her own. She finished up her beer in a few gulps before throwing her can away. She liked the punch much better than beer anyway, “I promise you will love this. I helped taste test it the other day and it was amazing. So cheers to a lovely Halloween.” She clinked her cup against his and took a long sip.
“All right, I’ll take your word for it.” He lifted the cup, clinked it against hers, then grinned as he sipped from it. It was good. Really good. He laughed. “Back in college they called this sort of thing Dragon Punch.” The kind of thing that would get girls completely floored. Honestly, though, Tom never needed to get a girl wasted to have a good time. He had girls lining up to sleep with him sober. “...I should take it easy on this stuff, yeah?” Grin.
"Dragon punch. Has a nice ring to it. I have no idea if Lissa has a name for it but I will ask her if I see her. And yes, take it easy," she chuckled and grabbed his hand as she pulled him out towards the makeshift dance floor, "come in, time to dance."
Tom was taking another sip when she grabbed his hand to tug him onto the dance floor. He nearly spilled. Nearly. And then he was laughing. “You’re really into this whole party thing,” a tease, then they reached the floor. He put his cup down… somewhere… and prepared to show off his dancing skills.
Of course, Tom could dance. Tom could dance. It was something he did very, very well. Between formal lessons and tons of practice, Tom had figured out exactly what women were looking for in a dancing partner. He read body language, and adjusted his actions to fit the situation.
“I want to have fun. I’ve been to too many parties the last couple days that I couldn’t really have fun at,” she pointed out to him with a laugh as they made their way into the living room where people had set up a makeshift dance area. She and Lissa had made up a playlist for the evening and it was currently cycling through. It also didn’t hurt that she was a little tipsy and so ready to have a little fun. Tom was just the perfect person to have fun with and she held onto his hand as she twirled herself around him.
Tom twirled her with expertise. He gave a little laugh, spun her out and then back in to him, wrapping both arms around her for a squeeze and a little spin. Then he released her again, bopping to the music. He was unashamed. That may have made him the best dancer in the world. He didn’t care what people thought. He wanted to enjoy himself. He spun her again and gave her a deep dip, then stole a tiny kiss before bringing her back up again to her feet and twirling her out once more.
Holy crap, she didn’t doubt that Tom could dance, but actually experiencing it in person was way more amazing. It had been a very long time since she had found someone who could move like this. The twirling, the dipping, the kiss. It was all too much and she was loving every single second of it. “You are far too charming for your own good. I am going to just keep calling you around just for your dance moves,” She explained to him as she moved back to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Okay, she was starting to like him more than she probably should since she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, but it was hard when he did things like this.
Tom laughed, lowering his arms down to wrap around her waist. “I suppose I should have warned you about the dance moves.” He said, expertly guiding her around the makeshift dance floor. Dancing was fun. While the alcohol was kicking in, he was enjoying the ease of the dance. “They’ve made many a girls’ knees weak.”
“Good thing that I’m not like many a girls. My knees are in peak condition and it’ll take a lot more than that to make them weak,” she teased him back as she reached up to play with his hair. She was definitely enjoying this party so far and she had to admit that inviting Tom was a great move on her part because she was having a lot more fun than she normally would, “So, anything else I need to know about your charms?”
“Oh, I think I could weaken them.” Tom said, leaning in a little to nuzzle his nose against the soft spot of her skin just behind and below her ear. Then he tapped a chaste kiss there before pulling back a little. “...just that they’re all yours right now. Shall we get another drink? I’m still waiting for you to get me drunk and have your way with me, you know.”
Fuck him. She should have known better than to play the player because his nose and lips were absolutely knee kryptonite and she could feel them weakening. Thankfully he pulled away just in time and she managed to retain her composure with only a wide eyed look at him. The comment about another drink and having her way with him drew a laugh from her and broke her out of the little spell, “Goodness, Tom, you sound like such a wanton thing. I guess that would be incredibly mean of me if I don’t give into your wants.”
With that she gave him a quick kiss before unwrapping her arms and walking towards the punch bowl once again. She refilled their cups and handed his back over to him with a mischievous smile on her face.
“I can’t help it.” Tom insisted, though in a friendly way. A playful way. He returned that quick kiss as best he could, but it was pretty quick. “When I see something I want, I go after it. And I don’t keep my desires secret.”
Then she was pulling him him through the crowd again toward the punch bowl. He picked up his cup along the way and held it out to be filled. “Cheers.” He said, then gulped down half of the punch in one go. A little more, then he’d slow down. If she was going to be his tonight, he wanted to be able to perform for her.
“That’s a good thing. A lot of people are not assertive enough anymore,” Rose had to admit that she liked dominant men. She was very aggressive in all other aspects of her life and she couldn’t handle having a guy that was too submissive. She wanted to be challenged by someone and if that person just came out and said what they wanted even better because she could get it done. And with Tom it just seemed so easy and she enjoyed the way they played this game. She took a long sip from her drink as well, “Well, was there anything else you wanted to do out here in the party? I feel bad only having you out here for like an hour and then dragging you away, so I want to make sure you get your party fill.”
Tom really didn't give a shit about so many things. Most of the time he had no opinion on where to eat or what to wear. But when it came to women? He knew what he wanted. And tonight, with a little alcohol in him, and the thought of those pesky Dreams pretty far off, he wanted Rose. It was that much better that he thought he might be able to have her.
"I don't need to party. I'd be perfectly satisfied spending the night with you alone." He said. His free hand found hers and gave it a squeeze. "You want to go somewhere and talk?"
“Oh Tom, I know you don’t actually want to talk. Unless you’re going to tell me what you’re cooking for me in the morning don’t even pretend,” She pointed out with a smirk as she reached up with her free hand to grab the back of his head and pulled him down to her. She captured his lips with hers and pressed her body against his. Yeah, she wasn’t having any of that talking bullshit because she knew what they both truly wanted out of this evening.
Hey, he would have talked. If she’d wanted to talk, he would have talked with her. Talking could lead to other things. It was a natural progression, actually. But then she was kissing him. Oh, Good. No wasting time. Blindly, Tom reached over and set his punch cup down on the table so he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her in earnest. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted out of this evening.
He broke his mouth away from hers, but stayed close. His nose nudged against hers. “...Take me to your bedroom.” It was a gentle request, a plead more than anything.
“Aye, aye, captain,” she countered with a broad smile and flushed cheeks. She moved out of his arms, so she could grab his hand, and lead the way towards her bedroom. There were only a few guests in the way and thankfully no one was in her room when she opened the door. She let go of his hand to move to the table beside her bed to turn on the lamp. She didn’t want a lot of light so the small table lamp would provide enough. Once that was done she moved back over to where he was by the door and reached around him to lock it. The last thing she needed was Lissa to come looking for her, or anyone else, and interrupt what was going to happen.
Tom closed the door behind himself in the room, and then took a step in, looking around at her things. He loved visiting girls’ rooms for the insight to their character. Of course, he preferred to bring girls home to his lair room, where there were less distractions, but… he took what he could get. A little smirk crossed his features, and he brought both hands up to cup her cheeks, then drew her face in to kiss her lips.
It was a fairly simple room. There were pictures of her friends all over the walls and few silly posters. Some trophies from competitions from days gone by and a few random piles of stuff. Rose wasn’t one who really liked to clean up her room because she believed in organized chaos. But that was the last thing on her mind when Tom cupped her face and once again they were kissing. She made a happy noise of surprise and reached down to his waist, her fingers slipping under his shirt, and lightly brushing against the bare skin of his stomach.
Different room, same routine. Tom was excellent at this part. Just like the dancing. He moved with her, arms wrapping down and around her waist, pulling her against him. He gently guided her to the bed, mouth on hers. He slipped his tongue past her lips to taste her, gently, letting his desire for her grow. Though, the whole time he reminded himself that he needed to take this slow. It would be better for her if he took his time, no matter how hungry he was.
She parted her lips to him and her tongue greeted his. They moved together to the edge of her bed until she felt the furniture against the back of her knees. She pulled away just slightly to look behind her and then pulled away from him, so she could get onto the bed. There was a wicked grin on her face as she reached out to grab the bottom of his shirt and pulled him towards her and into the bed, “There are so many Star Trek jokes I want to make. You need to keep me occupied, Captain.”
This was his favorite part of the whole process. The kissing. The arousal. The growing closer, getting to know what the other liked and didn’t like. He was pushing her to the bed, sure, but they had time. Time before this all happened. Time to explore, and to experiment. He grinned softly when she looked at him, then gave a chuckle. “Please tell me they’re not where no man has gone before. I’m definitely not sober enough for that.” But his hands were working at her body now, exploring hips, back, the bottom of her ribcage, silently begging permission to travel to naughty places.
That comment earned a giggle as she tried to distract herself with him. Being drunk made her a little sillier than she usually was, but she was focused on Tom at the moment, so hopefully she would be able to control herself. She could feel his hands toying at the edges of her body and she moved quickly to remove her silly costume shirt. And then because she was a tit-for-tat type of person she grabbed his shirt and pushed it upwards. She knew underneath would be amazing to look at and she wasn’t disappointed by what she found. But now that she had removed her shirt she would let him remove everything else since it was the only thing bothering her right away.
Disrobing was always a fun experience. He helped her get her shirt off, then his own, and tossed them to the floor. Yeah, he worked out. Tom knew that he looked good. He was fairly vain, and put a lot of time and effort into his body. And he could tell that she kept herself trim, too. That was pleasant. His hands came back to her body again, warm and strong. They moved along her hips as his mouth found her neck, and tugged the rest of her clothes off.
The mouth on her neck earned a noise of approval as she ran her nails along his chest and stomach. Her body moved slightly so he could get the rest of her clothing off and she did the same thing to his pants. She wasn’t going to waste much time with him trying to be sexy while removing her clothes. No way, she wanted him and she was going to make this happen. With a playful nip to the base of his neck she moved back slightly to remove her hair from the ponytail it had been in and shook her head a couple times to get her hair to fall down before taking a moment to admire him. Her only tell of appreciation was the bite to her lip and her eyebrows rising slightly.
Tom was more than happy to let her admire. He even struck a pose. Playfully. then he pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, giving playful kisses along her chest and up her neck. He pressed his body down against hers, then moved his weight onto one elbow, and let his free hand wander up over her side and to a breast. Because Tom was a breast man.
The pose earned a laugh. She was enjoying this so far because if you couldn’t laugh during this kind of thing then you weren’t the right partner for her. When he pushed her down onto the bed she moved easily, arching a leg upward, as she reached her hands down to run her fingers through his hair. There were soft sighs of pleasure as his lips moved along her body and then her back arched when his hand found her breast. She encouraged him by tugging his hair gently and arched her hips up against him.
Tom definitely took the encouragement and went with it. His hand continued to massage and fondle her breast, but his mouth continued moving downward. Down, down, pressing kisses along her stomach, and down to the point where her legs met her body. Thankfully, the clothes were gone, so nothing was preventing him from delving in, pressing his face into her center. It was one of his favorite things to do for a girl, so he wasted no time. Tongue lapping between her folds, gently at first, finding her most sensitive point with practiced skill. He wasn’t about to stop until she was writhing and desperate for him to just take her already, and even then he’d continue. Wanting to feel her climax under his mouth.
“Oh my God,” she called out loudly when his mouth moved downwards. Oh yes, this had been one of her better ideas in a while. And if he wanted her to be writhing and desperate he was going to get it. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she pressed her body against him with a cry of desperation. He was toe curling good at this and she couldn’t help but cry out statements of want as the pressure continued to build. All she wanted was release and getting there was the most delicious torture. And just when she thought she couldn’t take much more of his she finally went over the edge and cried out his name with a few expletives added.
It was music to Tom’s ears. He didn’t stop, simply let up a little, pulling her through it. But he wasn’t finished with her yet. When he’d helped her through that climax, he nuzzled gently against her inner thigh, waiting for her to catch her breath. “...You want some more?” He asked, fingertips gently trailing up and down her thighs. He’d give her another just like this if she wanted. He was happy to torture himself this way. Or he could climb up her body for a different position.
It took her a couple deep breaths to finally get the ability to speak back. She let out a groan as she sat up slightly and looked down at him, “No more of that, I might die. I need you.” She moved a hand to cup his cheek and gently ran her thumb over his lips before she leaned over to grab a condom out of her nightstand. She ripped it open and raised a finger to coax him up to where she was. Once he was there she captured his lips with a kiss and reached down to put the condom on him.
Tom loved it when a girl took control of the protection situation. Thank God. He had them in his wallet--and went through them regularly enough to know they were still good--but when a girl did this part for him? Fucking sexy. He kissed her deeply, giving a muffled sound against her mouth as she slid the condom onto him. To say he was ready for this was the understatement of the century. His pulse was throbbing under her hand as she rolled the slick rubber tightly around him. Then he turned with her, rolling onto his side, then pulling her above him and laying back against her pillow. Her turn to drive.
Okay, maybe she was kind of giggly during sex, but being rolled around was kind of amusing to her. But she was more than okay with it when it lead to this. She bit her bottom lip as she moved her body into position above him. A hand reached up to push her hair back out of her face as she slowly lowered herself onto him and let out a moan. Yes, this was exactly what she had been waiting for since he walked in the door. Her hips began to move as she rode him and she leaned forward to kiss him hard.
Hard kisses were good. And the movement was good. Tom’s hands were on her thighs, but they moved up to her hips as she started to grind. He let her take the lead, deciding how deep she wanted to go, how fast, how hard. His tongue pushed into her mouth and his hands moved farther up her body to cup her breasts. Oh, yes, Tom was a breast man. He wouldn’t complain if this went on for hours.
Oh he didn’t have to worry because she was more than happy to change up her moves while riding him. She was a little too tipsy to really make it last forever, but she would not complain about multiple rounds once she got to catch her breath. She was hoping she would be able to keep him in her bed until morning. Her hands gripped the sheets on either side of his chest as she continued to kiss him back. But she did have to pull away for a moment to cry out as she found a particularly good spot and she nipped at his neck.
He’d pretty much follow her lead. Fast, slow, deep, shallow, whatever she wanted. He could lift his hips against, her, returning the thrusting motion as best he could with hips and thighs. There was gentle gasping coming from him, fingertips gently pinching her nipples. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed, shifting underneath her. “...God, you’re so hot.”
The compliment earned a smile as she pressed her lips against his neck. She could feel herself coming close to an orgasm and she had to sit back up, bringing his hands with her, as she changed up her motions again. She took one of his hands and moved it down with hers to her clit because she knew he was the type that would probably be upset if she didn’t allow him to help out. Her head tipped backwards, teeth biting her bottom lip, and her free hand grabbing at her own hair as she finally reached her climax and cried out his name again. Once she rode through her pleasure she made sure to continue to moving to bring about his orgasm.
There was absolutely nothing hotter than a girl who knew what she wanted. A woman. One that touched herself, one that enjoyed herself, and best of all, one who let him watch. Or, better yet, be involved. His fingertips found her clit and he moved two there against it, swirling as she rode him, eyes watching her face as she tugged on her own hair. It was amazing. His body grew hot and tense.
But that wasn’t it for him. When he was sure she’d finished, and was calming down, Tom stilled her hips with his hands. He then reached up to wrap his arms around her, and pulled her to him for a long, hungry, sloppy, passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth greedily, his hands drawing her in close. Then, suddenly, he rolled her over onto her back. One arm was still wrapped around her--under her. His weight was on his elbow, his hand wrapped around her opposite shoulder, cradling her close. His free hand came down to rest on her hip, holding her pelvis still. then he started thrusting in earnest. Lips found her neck and he licked and sucked there, before finally taking his release. He groaned and shuddered against her, breath hot on her neck.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she managed to breathe out when he finally slowed after his release. She hadn’t been expecting any of that, but she had immensely enjoyed every single part of it. She lightly ran her nails along his back as she tried to take a few more deep breaths and calm herself down, “I just...wow. I don’t want to be that girl, but wow.” She knew he already knew how good he was at this, but she was so blissed out that her mouth had no filter, but she managed to stop herself before she could continue to wax poetic about his skills.
Tom was spent. That was it. The grand finale. “Thanks.” He chuckled against her neck, then planted a couple of soft kisses there. Even sweaty and post-sex she tasted amazing. He moved his hand from her hip to between them, wanting to hold the condom on while he pulled out. Just in case. Then he rolled onto his back beside her, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders. He tugged her in close and pressed a kiss into her hair. “You’re not so bad at all this yourself, Rosie.”
“I’m so relaxed right now that I’m not even going to hit you for calling me Rosie,” she teased him as she turned slightly onto her side, her hands resting on his chest, and kissed his chin, “No one’s called me that in a long time.” She had put a stop to Rosie being her nickname especially when Rose was technically a nickname in the first place. Her parents used to do it and then when they separated she couldn’t really handle it, but she wasn’t going to get into that with him right now. Not when she just wanted to enjoy the feel of his body against hers and enjoy the post-sex cuddling.
Tom chuckled. He found her hand with his free one, and lifted it to kiss her knuckles. “If you’re gonna hit me I might keep it up.” He grinned, enjoying the closeness. But he had to pull away to clean himself up after all of that, and dispose of the condom. Then he came back to the bed, climbed in close, wrapped the blankets up and around them and cuddled. If she thought he was good at sex, just wait until the cuddling truly began. His arms were strong, his body warm against hers under the sheets. “And if you ask me nicely, I just might hold you all night long.” He teased, before pressing another kiss against her hair.
"You would only enjoy it for a couple minutes, because I do punch hard," she commented before laughing softly at him asking to ask him nicely to stay and cuddle. So, in retaliation she kissed his neck and playfully nipped at him, "Oh Tom, please spend the night with me. I don't want creepy monsters getting me tonight."
“I’ll keep you safe from the monsters. And from the aliens. I’ll set my phaser to stun.” Or some other Star Trek joke. He couldn’t help but grin, smirk, something like that, and wrap his arms a little more tightly around her, pulling her in against his chest. Tom was an excellent cuddler. He almost mentioned how good she felt against him. Almost. But he was exhausted after drinking and all that sex, so. He was already starting to drift off.
Damn him. She buried her face against his neck and she broke out in giggles. He just had to throw in one last Star Trek joke and it was pretty perfect. Once she settled down she snuggled up against him and watched him as he started to drift off into sleep. It was utterly adorable, so she leaned up to kiss him gently and then snuggled up to him with her head under his chin. This was definitely a great way to go to sleep and she was excited to see what would happen in the morning.