Crescent City Institute -

There was no way Tatum could have been more content in that moment. Her brain still wanted to run rampant, rushing with thoughts and realizations as it finally came out of it's lust induced fog, but it was slowly losing the battle. She could barely hold in a yawn as Mack kissed her neck and settled in more comfortably.

Feeling the blanket fall around them and Mack's chin settling on top of her head, Tatum closed her own eyes tightly and snuggled in closer, face against the blonde's shoulder still. The fingers tickling across her skin, slowing by the second, were relaxing her and lulling her into her own state of sleep. She was still exhausted, but extremely content. The situation was a bit of a mess, but her best friend was back. It felt good to be sleeping beside her, though they were usually more clothed.

She laid there with her eyes closed, listening to the blonde's breathing and just feeling the fingers drawing across her stomach, until she was sure the older girl was asleep. Her heartbeat was so even, much more so than it had been during the sex. Tatum's own heart had calmed a bit as well, no longer trying to find an escape.

Sighing slowly, Tatum shifted onto her side just a bit, to get closer still to the girl beside her. Kissing Mack's neck briefly, the redhead pulled the single blanket a little closer to their chins, causing their feet to stick out the end. "You're an asshole," she joked in a hushed whisper, knowing the blonde couldn't hear her. She thought she would lie and wait for a long time, her brain still fighting for dominance, but her exhaustion won out in a matter of minutes and she was contently tucked against Mackenzie as she slept.

Tomorrow would be different, but they'd deal in the morning. She was happy with where she was at least until the sun came up.