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Waking up from sleep to loud tearing noises next to your head was not a good way to get up. Yawning, you rubbed at your eyes, pushing yourself up with your other arm, waiting until your eyes adjusted to the darkness of your shared bedroom.
Immediately, you pushed yourself up with a curse, surprised to see your girlfriend tearing her pillow apart with her sharp fangs. Standing up, you quickly ran around to the other side of the bed, reaching an arm out, careful in case she attacked you in her sleepwalking.
Shaking her shoulder softly, avoiding the whip of her heavy shark tail, you called out her name, brow furrowing in your worry. It took a few moments before she drowsily came to, blue eyes darkened, almost black. Hissing at you through her mouthful of pillow and feathers, still overcome by animalistic instincts, you took back your hand before carding your fingers through her bangs, smiling at her.
Shaking her head, she brought a hand to her face, gaze lighting up slightly. With a grimace and a cough, a few feathers escaped her lips. She sent you a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of her head.
"Heya."
Snorting, you reached over again, plucking a feather from behind her ear. You wasted no time asking her if she’d had a nightmare. Shaking her head, her cheeks turned a bit pink and she sat up, crossing her legs, tail whapping quietly against the mattress.
"Nah. Sit with me?"
Smiling, you did so, leaning against her, wrapping an arm around her waist, tapping your fingers against her hip. Giggling, she slapped your hand softly, tugging it away from it’s spot and tangling her own fingers with yours. Nuzzling against you, she hummed once, still a bit flushed.
"I was having a good dream."
Wondering what about, you leaned your head against hers, soothed by the familiar smell of salt and the faintest hint of fish. Mumbling against her hair, you asked her to tell you more. Huffing once, she squeezed your palm.
"....french fries."
Unsure if you’d heard her right, you nudged her head with your nose, grinning wide, asking her to repeat herself. Immediately, she took her other hand and slapped it lightly over your smug grin, pushing you away.
"Stop that, you goof, y’look stupid."
Pressing a small kiss to her palm, you smiled, throwing your entangled bodies back onto the bed, sending feathers flying. Cuddling against the smaller shark girl as she hummed, you closed your eyes, yawning and exhaling deeply against her collarbones. The last thing you felt before you fell asleep was a small kiss pressed against your forehead, followed by a fond snort.