[Suggested song for this chapter, Apocalypse, Cigarettes After Sex]
Delphi stirred in Alton's arms, but each time she stirred, she felt that she was wrapped in warm arms that she somehow knew were safe, and she drifted back to sleep.
She could feel a familiarity in the strong warm arms that were wrapped around her, that just felt right, and at a deeper level, her sub-conscious recognised that indescribable masculine scent she knew and loved.
Every time her brain tried to kickstart itself awake, her sense of smell and touch kept lulling her back to a deep and dreamless sleep.
It was dark by the time she finally really shook herself awake.
She could feel Miro's familiar gait that was so different from that of a horse; and so much quieter than the 'ba-da-dum' of galloping hooves.
She opened her eyes and peered up into the darkness. Under the moonlight, she immediately recognised Alton.
