She smirks at him, and without hesitation, worms her way under the covers, nestling into the crook of his arm.

'Someday, we'll look back on this all, and have a good laugh about it.'

It takes more effort than she'd care to admit not to slip her hands under that t-shirt while snogging him blind. But she's a grown woman, and her Id can just sit on its hands for the moment.