Chris woke up curled up against something broad, firm, and very warm. She grunted in dissatisfaction as sun hit her eyes, burying her face in... oh yes, Halbjorn's shoulder. The previous night came back in vivid if scattered detail. There had been more mead, a lot of very nice incidents of hands and mouths all over, and more than a few scratches delivered in the heat of the moment due to an impromptu transformation.
That in particular had been more fun than she'd ever considered.
All in all, a girl could have hoped for a lot worse for the first time out. She stroked a hand over Halbjorn's chest. "The evil daystar offends me. Go kill it, please?"
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