Joseph's POV
The familiar blend of warm spices fills my senses as consciousness returns, along with the now-familiar pressure of my arousal against Dorothy's soft curves. Her body molds perfectly against mine, every inch of her warmth pressing into my scarred skin like a balm I never knew I needed.
A quick glance at the clock tells me we've slept through most of the afternoon again. These long stretches of rest feel foreign after years of constant vigilance, but with Dorothy in my arms, sleep comes easier than it ever has.
My hands begin their exploration across her bare thigh, trailing upward over the gentle curve of her stomach before finding the swell of her breasts. Her skin feels like liquid silk beneath my calloused palms, a stark contrast that sends electricity through every nerve ending. She responds even in sleep, her body arching back against me, creating a friction that threatens to undo my restraint entirely.
