She felt the hand on her knee again, her mild exhaustion being too much to really do much else then curl in close. She tucked in with her head against his shoulder and Dodger let out a murmer of agreement before she was out like a light. Dodger shifted, her hand on his after she curled in closer. She had crashed hard and her body leaned more against him, lips parting as she sunk down at his shoulder.
By morning, they were collapsed together on the bed roll, her head on his stomach and his own on her bedroll pillow. The cloaks still lay draped over them and there was a faint frosting over the heavy cloth by morning. Eyelashes dusted with ice, she felt her alarm clock start to nose and push at her head, snorting into her hair softly and lip at her face. She lifted her head a little and groaned, dropping her head back down lightly and curling up in the warm cloth. “Sherlock stop…” she complained as he paced around them and returned, nosing her again like he was delightfully saying, “time to get up!”
Eventually the night decides to fully take over and the last glimpses of sunlight from the sky leave. Dan’s just spent the full day riding with her on horseback, and as crazy as it sounds he’s ready for a whole other day of it. When she crashes he decides he to rest his eyes only for a moment, and when he does the fire flickers and finally goes out, with it Danny’s conscious body, and he crashes just as hard as she does. When morning comes he finds himself pulling her closer to him before his eyes open at the sound of her voice.
“I’m up, I swear.” Sitting up, Dan let’s out another roar of a yawn and rubs his eyes. That was the best night of sleep he’d had for centuries, and seeing as how it was on a freezing cold mountain side with a woman he’d met only days prior, it spoke to him a lot about how much he felt he could trust her subconsciously. "How did you sleep, gorgeous? Comfortably I hope.“