[Oh god she suffocated him--no no she didn't. Samus remains like that on top of Adam, observing him for a few long moments just to make sure it's simply sleep and rest that has caught up with him. He probably drained some of his energy in the fight, and the rest spent healing his body.
Samus is pretty sure this is the case, but she didn't feel content leaving his side. What if something went wrong with the repairs? What if whatever he picked a fight with tried to track him down and finish the job? What if it was late and she was a little tired herself and didn't really have anything pressing going on back at the apartment...?]
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[Carefully, Samus rolls off to his side, slipping an arm under his neck, settled her chin on top of his head and curled up next to him. Ice-cream, she probably wouldn't dream about, but it felt... nice... sharing a bed with someone. Hopefully she wouldn't get used to it.
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Samus is pretty sure this is the case, but she didn't feel content leaving his side. What if something went wrong with the repairs? What if whatever he picked a fight with tried to track him down and finish the job? What if it was late and she was a little tired herself and didn't really have anything pressing going on back at the apartment...?]
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[Carefully, Samus rolls off to his side, slipping an arm under his neck, settled her chin on top of his head and curled up next to him. Ice-cream, she probably wouldn't dream about, but it felt... nice... sharing a bed with someone. Hopefully she wouldn't get used to it.
Sweet dreams.]