The next time she woke, the moon was up, and she was in a bed she did not remember getting into, wearing clothes she did not remember putting on, pressed against a man whose shirt had disappeared at some point between unconsciousness and now.
Their legs were intertwined and her back was against his chest like it belonged there.
She blinked, disoriented.
"You're awake." He kissed her temple.
Aegon: Do it again.
Heat crept into her face, but she liked it and he knew she did. He could feel it.
Aegon: She is flustered.
Everything his instincts told him to do had been right so far, so he wasn't holding back.
"Where are we?" she asked, sliding her hand over his, intertwining their fingers.
"We are in my quarters. I moved you with a portal. Saves me trips."
'Saves me trips' was doing an enormous amount of heavy lifting for, 'I refused to let you out of arm's reach and moved you in here while you were unconscious.'
"Dex…"
"What?"
