"Your bed's really comfortable," she mumbles it into his chest and he's glad the smug expression he expects is on his face is lost in the darkness. As if he hadn't picked the mattress that was just on the side of "too firm" for his own comfort. As if he hadn't noticed she didn't sleep well on the overly soft beds of their one or two hotel hook ups. Not nearly as well as she did in cat naps on the rock hard Alliance issued beds and, on occasion, the floor. And he isn't going to say it, because despite knowing that he still hasn't figured out how to work around the angles of whatever goes through her head when he knows her too well on his own. So instead Kaidan grumbles, "I'm not sure how you can tell, you spent the whole night sprawled on top of me," punctuating it with a kiss to the top of her tangled curls and a tightening of his arms so she can't squirm away.
