Neither planned to fall asleep on her couch, but the length of their case and the number of late nights they both had lulled them to sleep as soon as they had something mildly comfortable beneath them. She rested against him and his arm gently held her close as they slept, his head falling back against the couch as he snored softly.
He woke first and shifted his arm around her; she settled into his side more, her head resting on his shoulder. He smiled down at her just before a loud yawn fell from his lips. He glanced at his watch to see it was just before midnight and he yawned again. She stirred in his arms and looked up at him, sleepy green eyes meeting his own.
"Tired?" she asked softly, her face softened by her worn down makeup and absent glasses.
"Only as tired as you are," he murmured in response, his smile widening briefly as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"It's been a long few days." She leaned up and kissed his cheek, a smile forming on her own lips.
"Yeah," he agreed softly. "I should head home so you can get some rest." He unwrapped his arm from around her and moved to stand up, but she looked at him and gently grabbed his arm.
"You shouldn't drive home this late. You're tired," she said after a moment of hesitation.
"I'll be fine. It's not that long of a drive." He shrugged and moved to the edge of the couch, but she still didn't let go of his arm.
"I'd feel better if you stayed here tonight. We have tomorrow off and I really don't mind. Rusty won't mind either." She looked up at him and slowly let go of his arm. "I have room," she added.
"You're sure you don't mind?" he finally asked, watching her closely. He had grown used to Sharon's condo as home when he stayed after his injury, but he had stayed in Rusty's room or the couch.
"I don't," she confirmed softly. "Let's get some sleep." He stood up and offered his hand to her. She took it and led him back to her bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind them. "I think I have something you can sleep in."
She disappeared into her closet and emerged in her own pajamas, a bundle of fabric in her hand. She offered it to him and he took it with a small smile, his head shaking a little.
"I've been looking for this shirt."
"You left it here and I keep forgetting to give it back." She smiled apologetically and ran her fingers through her hair. "You're welcome to the bathroom—you know where everything is."
"Do you want to use it first?" He gestured to her bathroom with his free hand and she shook her head.
"Go ahead. It'll take me longer and I don't want you to have to wait." She turned to pull back the duvet on the bed and he nodded before retreating into the bathroom.
Before long, they were both settled in bed with the lights off. He was mindful of how much space her took up, but Sharon slowly shifted to the middle of the bed and then on to his side. He looked at her in the darkness, making out the outside of her head, shoulders, and side.
"Sharon?" he asked softly.
She stopped moving immediately and looked up at him, biting at her lower lip. "I'm just… getting comfortable," she explained slowly, her voice as soft as his.
He watched her for a moment and then opened his arm in a silent invitation. He felt her watching him for several moments until she shifted into his arms. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist and she settled against his chest, absently adjusting the blankets so they were both still tucked in.
"Comfortable?" he murmured, his head resting near her hair. He resisted the urge to press a kiss there.
She nodded and rolled over so her back was spooned against his chest, his arm still gently around her waist. He felt her body relax against him and he gave in, pressing a firm kiss to first her hair and then her shoulder.
"Goodnight, Andy," she told him softly.
He smiled and allowed himself to relax into the bed. "Goodnight," he murmured, the scent of her shampoo filling his senses.
It didn't take either of them long to fall back asleep.