Penny had been perfectly content to keep on kissing Orsino for the next millenii, especially when he shifted slightly so that there was more of him for her to explore with her hands in gentle rubs and curious fingertips that skated over his clothes and exposed skin.
The ability to think rationally and clearly had dissapeared when his mouth began its own exploration ; she'd have been hard pressed to chose between the fiercer more passionate kiss and the hot open mouthed kisses that seared into the skin on her throat and sent goosepimples along her arms.
Somewhere in the back of her mind was the thought that this was how all hugging should be ; this state of not thinking and just feeling. It was strange but she'd never kissed someone with stubble and whilst different, she didn't mind the slight scratch of it against her skin.
She was about to make a remark along that lines, when as she opened her mouth, she let out a yawn. Her brain came slinking back at the yawn, the knowledge that she was bone tired and it would probably be impolite to fall asleep under Orsino.
It was decidedly unfair, she thought, that just as she'd had the courage to slide her finger underneath his t shirt to find the warm skin of his lower back, she'd been presented with the ultimate dilema: to sleep or to kiss?
"Sleep," she managed to push the word through her suddenly dry lips "I need to sleep and you should stop that. Sometime. Next week. Yes. Then."
And then to emphasise her words she leaned forward and caught Orsinos lips in a bruising, searing kiss - the type that left her dizzy and would hopefully do the same to him.
Because she meant it. She did need to sleep. Sometime.