The sound of moaning woke Yeo wool from her slumber.
She glanced at the clock. It was 2:34 AM and there was only one possible source from where that sound could have come from.
She didn't hesitate. In only the tank and boy shorts she customarily wore to bed, she walked down the hall and opened the door to his room. The night light was still on, and she could see him clearly, curled into a ball on the bed, the sheets in disarray on the floor.
He moaned again and the muscles in his upper arms clenched as his body jerked in the defensive posture.
Trapped in what was obviously a nightmare, he reminded her of a dog she had found once in an alley. It had been one of the times she had run away as a child, and she had taken refuge from a downpour under the eave of a building. The moaning coming from the trash pile near her had alerted her that there was a creature even more pitiful than herself.
From the blood on it's side, it was clear the animal had been badly wounded, probably repeatedly kicked by someone. It had wandered off into the alley to hide, and even at at her young age, Yeo wool had know that the injuries were too severe for it to live.
Then, as now, the sounds have been awful, too terrible to ignore. Though she had been cold and wet herself, she had done her best to make the dog comfortable in its final hours. She constructed a bed with cardboard and rags she found in the nearby trash, and filled a bowl with rain water so it could drink. For hours she had stayed by its side until the evening dusk. Then, it's moans had grown weaker and more infrequent. Some final hacking coughs marked the end and then the dog had went silent.
She had cried over it's body until a passerby had found her and called the police. They had brought her back to the group home and the Administrator there had beat her so badly that she couldn't walk for a week. She had wondered then if she too was going to end up like the dog, hacking and then going silent forever.
Yeo wool cast the unpleasant memory aside. Observing Cap, she considered her options. She didn't want to wake him. He needed sleep.
She started by covering him again with the blanket. It was a cool night and the room was not heated. From a brush of her fingers on his shoulder she could tell he was chilled.
That was completely unacceptable to her. For months while he was in prison she had imagined him in the cell in solitary. She knew from researching the prison that the solitary rooms at that prison were little more than dark holes, with no light or heat, and no contact with anyone for days or weeks at a time. She'd had her own nightmares about him being there and the helplessness she felt in not being able to reach him had torn at her.
The knowledge reinforced her determination that he would be kept warm tonight. Unfortunately, this presented more of a challenge than she'd originally estimated. Within minutes of covering him, his tossing had again thrown the blanket to the floor. She repeated the process, this time tucking the ends underneath him to secure them in place. This, however, seemed to agitate him, as if the feel of being held down by the blanket was worsening the nightmare. He tossed fitfully until the blanket once again was in disarray.
Yeo wool lowered herself carefully onto the edge of the bed and held the blanket on him. This seemed to work. At her touch, his movements stilled and she wondered if she had woken him.
"Cap?" she tested, to see if he was awake.
Nothing. He no longer moaned or turned.
Sighing, Yeo wool continued to hold the blanket but knew that this wasn't a long-term solution. Even if she was willing to maintain this position to hold a blanket on him the entire night, the exhaustion from the day has weighing upon her, she was going to fall asleep soon herself.
She made her decision.
Moving as quietly as she could, Yeo wool eased herself down on the bed until her front was near Cap's back and then covered both of them with the blanket.
In this position she could keep him from turning so much that the blanket fell off and she could sleep. As she shifted closer to him, the warmth under the blanket increased, and she could feel the heat from his body radiating out towards her.
She breathed in deeply to try to relax, and his scent washed over her. The soap from his earlier shower mixed with an earthy scent that was all male, and she found that she liked the mixture a lot. In the quiet, she could hear his breathing begin to even out, his chest rising and falling in a slower rhythm.
The last thing Yeo wool thought of before sleep took her, was how nice it was to hear him breathe.
Yeo wool was a deep sleeper, and she came out of her dream slowly. The dream had been intense but without form; slow whispers of touch against her body, warmth, and comfort. Very nice.
The first thing she became truly conscious of was that she was truly warm. Since leaving her heated luxury apartment her accommodations had been more about security than comfort, and the feeling of waking to a cold room in the morning had become her new reality. But this morning, she felt heat all around her. It was a delicious sensation, like being wrapped in a heated blanket, and she was loathe to desert the dream-like state of it.
Experimentally, she stretched her arm a little and found that it was weighted down by something heavy. The blanket maybe? In a rush, the events of last night returned to her and she came to full awareness.
A brief survey of her limbs found that she was fully tangled up in the bed with Cap. It was if in the night they had entwined each other. Her legs were scissored around one of his thighs, her breasts pressed against the hard muscles of his chest, and her head resting in the crook of his arm. One of his arms was curled around her back keeping her pressed to him, the other hand rested lightly on the smooth skin of her stomach, just above her shorts where the tank top had rode up a little. She slowly tilted her head back and found his eyes closed, the relaxation of this facial muscles suggesting he had not yet awoke.
Yeo wool lay there quietly for many minutes, breathing in deeply. The position was not uncomfortable, but it was extremely intimate. She had never been in bed like this with a man before, and the experience was a little overwhelming.
But as she adjusted to it, another experience was developing. She could feel the juncture between her legs pressed against his groin, and felt a hardness there. Yeo wool was inexperienced in normal adult relations, but she was not naive. She knew from overhead discussions with foster brothers and from movie references that it was normal for that hardness to happen first thing in the morning. She tried not to think too much on it.
But apart from that feeling Cap's body reactions, she was also trying to assimilate her own body's response to his closeness. Her breasts felt heavy, and her skin felt overly sensitive.
As she tried to analyze the changes in her body, she felt a sense of wonderment that she could feel them at all. She had been so sure that these feelings, things she had only read about, would never apply to her. Not after the what had happened...
..her thoughts were interrupted by the stirring of Cap's body as he woke. His stretching body rubbed against her and a soft groan escaped her lips. It felt like her whole being was responding to him, without her conscious control. There was an answering ache between her legs that signaled she was aroused.
At the same time with Cap's movement, Yeo wool returned to reality a little. What would Cap think if he awoke and found her in bed with him like this? The last thing she wanted to do was to betray his trust by making him feel like she was taking advantage of him. Would he consider this a betrayal?
With that thought, her body cooled a little, and she started to gently move her arms trying to extract herself from her entanglement with Cap. But the movement was hampered by the tightening of Cap's hold on her.
Yeo wool tried again, this time trying to move her legs. Again, Cap's body prevented movement, his legs clamping down on hers, making escape impossible. In panic, she looked up at his face to find his eyes open and staring down at her with a peaceful expression on his face.
"Please stay." he asked.
Yeo wool relaxed her body into his and said simply,
"I'll stay."
And with that, Cap and she closed there eyes again and went back to sleep.