It was subtle at first, something that Samara realized only a tiny bit at a time. The more nights they spent together, though, the more that the covers slipped out of her reach, vanishing to the other side of the bed, Adele all bundled up with only the top of her head and brown curls visible. Usually by this point, Samara would get up and meditate, but only for the first few nights.
It had been practically an inch a night of covers that vanished. Having been such time since she’d had a mate, it took a bit of getting used to when it came to personal space.
Funny, though, because Adele always started sleeping facing Samara, face rested into the curve of the Justicar’s neck and legs locked together, their fingers laced in the gap between their bellies. Adele was soft, always snuggling up close, breathing in Samara’s scent and smelling equally of either sweat or Alliance requisition soaps. She slept in a tanktop and sweats, cozy eno