She had sat basically naked in his fully clothed lap on the floor of the living room for long enough that she had drifted asleep. Apparently so soundly that he had moved them onto the couch at some point and covered her with a blanket. Soundly enough, she had to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth. The upside of him being clothed was he was less likely to notice it while she still had to face him. The downside was he would surely notice the little drool stain on what she was sure was a stupidly expensive fabric when he took it off. 