As she snuggled up to him in bed, she gently wrapped her arms around him. He was sound asleep already, something that was like a victory song for him, surely. It was a crisp night, and they had a large comforter over them, but that wasn't the warmth she wanted, missed, longed for on those frozen nights in her cell.

She nuzzled his chest, just relishing in his scent and his warmth. THAT was the warmth she had missed. She lightly kissed his chest and tried to fidget herself closer to him. She was so giddy with just cuddling up with him again-she knew she wouldn't sleep much tonight, but that wouldn't matter.

"Sweeetheart, what's wrong…" His voice seemed groggy with sleep already-he must have been sleeping pretty hard- but she knew that it wasn't hard to wake him up without the haze of alcohol. "What're you ritchin' around for…"

"Hmm? Nothing, hon." She kissed his cheek and settled down again, snuggling close to him. "Sorry i woke you." She reached up to stroke his hair, and let her hand rest against his stubbled cheek.

"mm….S'fine…" He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him yet, and bringing a rush of warmth through her body.
Yes, she had definately missed his warmth.