Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough

Edy was a relatively light sleeper. It came with the territory of having been raised in a training compound, and while the not-teenager loved a good nap, she also loved the spike of adrenaline that came when her carefully cultivated senses work her up. With fire blooming below the surface as she lay within the sheets (it could be nothing after all and she wasn't going to scorch these lovely sheets for no reason), the second she heard the timbre of Bastien's voice as he called out, she relaxed and grinned against his pillow. Cackling brightly as he scooped her up into a net of blankets, Edy faux-struggled valiantly, her fists gently beating against her cloth prison. "HEEELLPPPP." She cried playfully. "I'm being attacked by a zombie! It has its undead hands all over meeeeeeeee" Edrei You know I talk too much Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up