"Yeah. I just need a few hours of sleep and then I can drive home." Her voice had grown softer, breathier, as the fumes she'd been running on finally started to run out. She wouldn't have called his overly-muscled thigh an ideal pillow but she had no complaints. He was warm, and his touch was soothing, and even though she hadn't even taken her shoes off yet, she was comfortable. Her eyes were closed, and she was entirely incapable of reopening them.

She was steadily sliding into sleep when she heard the text alert from her phone. She blindly reached for it, assuming it was Storm wanting to know why she wasn't home yet. Her fingertips grazed the edge of the coffee table, then her arm fell limp as she lost what last tiny grip she had on consciousness.

Unfortunately for Steve, Storm wasn't the kind of person to just sit and wait. The name "Aurora" would continue to flash on the screen of Kate's phone, until her level of concern grew past texting and she started to call.