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Maebe had long since been decent, after having pulled her pajamas on and crawled back into the bed. Lying there while knowing Dawson would return had almost given her enough peace to sleep on it's own, but when he knocked her eyes widened and she sat back up immediately. She was dizzy from getting up too quickly, but her heart was racing at the idea of having fallen asleep alone.

"Yeah, uh," She muttered, holding her head. It was so hard to think. "Yes. You're my sugar daddy. Although, are you sure you want to claim that title? It means I'm going to start calling you daddy again, and then in the middle of the night I'm going to tell you I've been naughty and need spanks." She nodded her head sagely. "You won't be able to sleep, and neither will I once that boner's prodding into my back."

"Hey, don't look at me this time." She put her hands up in mock innocence. "I've been real good lately. A perfect angel." She had never in her life been a perfect angel over any medium, but she had been less inclined to talk considering the recent events. She felt like a ghost, watching Twitter go by without her input. She hardly wanted to touch it.

The bars, however, were happily accepted. She'd grabbed herself a bottle of water while he was gone, and it sat in her lap now, waiting for the inevitable thirst. Tearing into the chocolate, she nestled down into the bed, and lazily broke pieces off to pop into her mouth as she laid there.

"You'd think this would keep me up." She muttered, her eyelids already fluttering. "But it doesn't stand a chance."

"Dawson, we're not bears." She groaned, finishing off her chocolate and turning around to face him. "But I have to admit, hibernation sounds.. so nice.. right now.."

Her head lolled sleepily, until finally her face planted itself into his chest. There was no stopping the surge of exhaustion that his comfort brought her. His warmth had settled down into her bones, until she felt like trying to stay awake was like drowning.

"You can." She muffled into his stomach, with a voice that warned she was already too far gone to make too much sense. Her words came slow, and tangled up. "Make me fat. Don't care."

If he didn't want her now, being less attractive wasn't going to hurt her chances. She was too tired to care, anymore.

She was too sleepy to joke about sitting on his face. That was how deep she'd already fallen.

She made some sort of long, growly noise into his chest, followed by a sharp inhale and a jolt. For a split second, she snapped back awake, lifting her head with heavily lidded eyes to discern her surroundings. It only took a few more seconds before she fell back down against him, and this time her body snuggled in for the long haul, curling her limbs around him. "What were we talking about?" She whispered, brushing her face side to side just to feel it. The movement slowed, and slowed, and then it just stopped.

"So good." She mumbled, half responding to him and half responding to something she was already dreaming. She hovered carefully with one foot in each, until her dreams lured her into a world that she wished for too deeply.

She was asleep within seconds, breathing slow and even against his body.