[ She doesn't care that he doesn't sleep, so long as he isn't singing and she needs something to curl up against anyway. He's got a nice back which is good for shoving her face into and her hand covers his mouth before she passes out, squeezing him into submission.

Her tail is tight around his crotch. One wrong move and he might suffer intimately too.

But, six hours later, she does stir a bit, yawning in a kittenish manner before she blinks and looks over his shoulder. ]

...

[ Oh, right. She finally lets go, which means giving him a slight push as she sits up. ]

Do you always let women drag you into bed to use you as a body pillow? You did so well as one, I might want to do it again.


[ Oh she's grinning evilly now. ]