"I'm no princess to have my sleep disturbed by a pea," Regina murmured to counter his tease, and her voice sounded thick and syrupy with warmth and love and encroaching sleep. "Or a mountain of muscle."

Once again, she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, self-soothing (for the pleasure of it, and no longer for need) and nestling closer. "You always seem warm to me, like there's dragon fire beneath your skin." Dragon fire and his own passion, passion for her she thought and smiled into the firm muscle beneath her cheek.

"But I don't mind being a blanket. For you, anyway."