You're asleep when you feel her climb on top of you. You open your eyes to the dark shape of her as she settles on you with intent, hands pushing up the front of your shirt, feeling over your ribs and your chest.
"Are you awake?" she asks you softly.
"Yeah, I'm awake," you answer fuzzily. Your body already strains to meet her hands, an automatic response to her touch.
She runs her hands idly back down your exposed body, her eyes following after.
"No," she says, soft again. "You're asleep."
The fall is sudden and deep. Your body goes immediately slack under her probing hands, and a soft sigh escapes you as your eyes roll back and your eyelids flutter.
 "I'm aslleee..." you try to echo but the words turn to mush in your mouth.
"That's right," she murmurs, her hand slipping down the front of your pants this time. "You're so deeply asleep for me. But you're going to feel everything."
The words sink into you, and you can only helplessly feel, and be felt. You're asleep, obediently deeply.
