They rarely share a bed, but when they do, Conner always falls asleep first, and they're always spooning. M'gann doesn't mind though because that's how it happens in her books and tv shows. You're supposed to fall asleep in each other's arms.
His chin is right behind her ear, so the pattern to his breathing is easily heard. His inhalations are slow and steady, but when he exhales it's a giant puff of air that tickles her skin. It's followed by a short pause.
One...
Two...
Three...
He inhales again.
It's a steady pattern that always calms her. With each breath his chest expands, flush against her back. Most nights he sleeps shirtless, but M'gann couldn't think of being so forward and never sheds her short-sleeved nightdress. Still, the thought of him next to her without a shirt is enough to cause the blood to rush to her cheeks.
She wants to turn over to look at his face. Maybe it's as calm and happy as hers, but she doesn't want to disturb him. These peaceful moments are few and far between, and she'll be lulled to sleep by the steady sound of his breathing soon enough.
When she wakes up she's on her back with her hands up by her head. Something lightly fluters against her palm, and when she looks over Conner's hand is lightly gripping at her finger tips. How he manages to always keep a hold on her during the night is beyond her, but it's clearly a sign and she smiles to herself. Her books and movies never mention how great it is to wake up this way, but she'd much rather experience it than read about it.
She squeezes his hand and leans over to kiss his nose.
"Good morning, Sleepy," she whispers. He mumbles a good morning and kisses her in return. The perfecr morning.