[Like she cares. She's lost enough, and she refuses to lose him through his own stubbornness. She can out stubborn him and she will. But she'll do it with a playful smirk and a laugh that's become softer over time, no longer the cackle of her youth.

That laugh forms now as he sits up, her hands falling to his shoulders as she gives in to the one around her neck and kisses him. Soft, sweet, and she relaxes, melting into his hold till she rests against him. Relaxed. At ease. Safe. It's funny what he makes her feel. Again she chuckles]

You could still do all that on less sleep. Lazy, lazy... besides there are better things to do indoors when the sun is up than sleep.