fsmall>[A keening sound escapes her as she settles, the pleasure finally ebbing even though his fingers are still on hers. Still stroking. Still touching. He draws her close, and Regina tucks herself against him for just a moment.

Then she rolls toward him, vibrantly awake, smiling broadly.

Energy courses through her. She no longer feels sleepy or sluggish or even remotely tired. On the contrary, she's suddenly very interested in food. The last time she ate seems ages away. And she wants to - to do something. To move.]

Thank you for helping me wake up. [Her fingers smooth over his chest.] You promised me food, didn't you? [Her fingers walk down his chest, a wicked look in her eyes.] I know exactly what I want.