She's warm.

She's warm and soft, and she fits perfectly against you when you both cuddle close on your human bed. Her arms loop loosely around your middle and her cheek presses against your chest. You're pretty certain she drools, but you don't mind.

Her mouth is open, her lipstick is smudged everywhere, and her hair is an absolute mess but you still find her the most beautiful girl in the world.

Your face presses into warm, raspberry-scented blonde curls and you just breathe in the scent of her.

How she can stand your colder body temperature and just love snuggling with you is beyond your imagination.

She adjusts and mumbles your name in her slur of words and you chuckle, pulling her closer as you tuck her into you more. Her fingers curl in the back of your shirt and you tangle your legs with her's, shooshing her gently as you loved on her.

Your fins flutter gently and she whines a bit in her sleep, wiping her face and drool all over your shirt before getting comfy again. She's like a little heater that you can cuddle and that just makes you smile like a giant dork (her words, not your's).

You kiss her head a few times and tell her softly that you are in love her, even if she can't really hear you.

You rest your head against the pillow again, cradling her gently against yourself as you waited for her to wake up.