Still wrapped up in a dream she wouldn't recall, just before dawn, Lucy lay on her side nestled in the crook of Tim's arm, her face buried in his neck, and her arms tucked under her against his side. Sheets and blankets off, as the heat between them was apparently all they needed last night.

Her one leg draped possessively over his, she began to wake and stretch her legs out. Tim, still asleep shifted slightly under her, inadvertently bringing one leg up flush between hers. His arm pulled her tighter against him at the same time. The subtle combination of movements hit Lucy in just the right place, and even through the layers of clothes between them and her grogginess she felt it at her core. Just a ripple, a beginning of something, but a soft moan escaped her lips before she realized what was happening and snapped fully awake.

She was frozen in place, and immediately broke out into a sweat. She was dizzy from the rush of being woken by that feeling, add to that, just being this close to Tim. The stubble at his jawline brushed against her lips and the smell of that soap he used, she felt like her whole body was on fire, and she immediately felt herself getting wet. What the hell, she thought. She was barely touching him yet her body was having this ridiculous reaction, and it wasn't stopping, clearly it was growing stronger.

How they'd ended up tangled in each other like this she had no idea.

This kind of intimacy was the last thing she expected to wake up to, no matter what dreams she may have had before this... as good as it felt, she needed to pull away from him fast before he woke up and realized what was happening. She would be mortified. She wasn't some hormone crazed teenager but this was how he made her feel. Without even trying.

At that moment Tim, still asleep, used his arm to pull her even tighter against him. His arm against her back, squeezing, and his thigh pressed against her, her body reacted on reflex or instinct or whatever you wanna call it, she rolled her hips forward grinding against him. One time. A quick moan escaped her again, she froze there a second. It felt so good, before she had time to think rationally she slid back, and rolled her hips forward a second time slowly grinding against him again. Gasping at the friction, one hand grabbed a handful of his shirt. Her eyes shutting against the pure pleasure this was bringing her. It was only for a few seconds but she nearly came undone in those few seconds.

This can't be happening.

Then she felt his body stretch next to her, and she realized he was waking up. She somehow managed to stop herself from doing it again, though she was still flush against him, still so close to the edge. She was panting against his neck, gripping his shirt tightly. She tried forcing her body to calm down. She felt his body heat up several degrees as well as they lay there frozen for a few seconds.

As he woke Tim realized he was holding her to him and released his grip on her which allowed a space between them to form. Lucy felt that loss of contact with him and forced herself not to reach out and bring him back to her to finish what had started. It took an incredible amount of self control. She let go of his shirt, leaving it wrinkled where she'd been holding so tight. What was he doing to her?

She sat up quickly, and pulled away from him bringing the sheet up to her face so he wouldn't see how flushed she was.

"Oh God I'm sorry" she managed to croak "I have no idea how we ended up like that" she was trying to calm her breathing and still her body.

Tim knew he was to blame for them waking in this tangled mess of limbs, but Lucy had slept the whole night peacefully in his arms with no more bad dreams so he wasn't sorry. His heart was beating out of his chest though because even though he was barely awake he was putting together what had almost just happened in the last few minutes. He heard and felt her reaction to him, if this is what happens when he's sleeping, imagine how it would be if he were trying...he cut that thought off before it went any further.

"No, I'm sorry" he said sitting up as well "last night you were having a bad dream. I couldn't wake you up so I..." he stopped there not knowing quite what to say. Lucy dropped the sheet from her face but still didn't meet his eyes.

They just weren't ready to deal with this right now. Neither one of them. Not yet anyway. Best to distract her. And keep him distracted from it too.

"Look, I would've done anything to keep those nightmares at bay" he started "it's not a big deal, and you slept the whole night right? I call that a win". He slid back over to his side and got out of bed. Maybe if he played it off like they were just holding each other, then she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

"C'mon lets go for a run on the beach". He says casually as he puts his watch on.

She looked up at him, trying to figure out if he was saving her the humiliation of admitting what just happened or if he really couldn't tell.

"Now"? She asked "I haven't even had coffee yet". Her heart rate finally slowing a bit.

He walked over and pulled her up out of bed onto her feet on the floor "Come on Boot, meet you downstairs in 5". He headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and splash some serious cold water on his face.

"You mean Lucy" she called after him, rummaging through the boxes for some shoes. Finished in the bathroom Tim grabbed his shoes, and bent down to where she was still digging in one of the boxes "Lucy". He called her name, smiling at the goosebumps that appeared on her arms as she straightened and he quickly turned and headed to the stairs.

Lucy froze in that moment, did he know how he affected her? He seemed to, and seemed to be enjoying it. She made the bed, lifting her pillow and taking a deep breath when she realized it smelled just like him now. Stop it, she told herself. Get it together.

She finished dressing also splashed cold water on her face. Finally her body seemed to be back to normal. She headed downstairs, maybe the run would be good for her. A good distraction.