The temptation to simply climb into bed and allow him to discover her in the morning was all too real as he grunted. She wasn't sure what she expected, but a drunk (if the scent of whiskey was anything to go by) knocked out Jesse wasn't anywhere near the top of her list. And, perhaps if it wasn't Christmas she might've done just that. But, it was, and seeing as she had no other gifts to give but the gift of her presence, Fallon was now determined.
She tapped, then shook his arm, each movement getting slightly more aggressive. Then, when that didn't work, she stood and leant over his pillow to sniff his breath, her long hair likely tickling his nose. It was definitely a whiskey induced sleep, and, if this situation wasn't so comical, she might've used magic to spur him awake. She certainly didn't have the patience to manage gentle wake up long term. A pitcher of cold water could do the trick, even. Merlin knew Jess could use it.
When the sniffing, prodding, and shaking didn't work, Fallon climbed onto the bed, straddling his bare back. If the weight of her body didn't wake him, she was definitely getting the pitcher. "Jess, wake up. I'm back." She instructed again, this time in a firmer tone than before.
She tapped, then shook his arm, each movement getting slightly more aggressive. Then, when that didn't work, she stood and leant over his pillow to sniff his breath, her long hair likely tickling his nose. It was definitely a whiskey induced sleep, and, if this situation wasn't so comical, she might've used magic to spur him awake. She certainly didn't have the patience to manage gentle wake up long term. A pitcher of cold water could do the trick, even. Merlin knew Jess could use it.
When the sniffing, prodding, and shaking didn't work, Fallon climbed onto the bed, straddling his bare back. If the weight of her body didn't wake him, she was definitely getting the pitcher. "Jess, wake up. I'm back." She instructed again, this time in a firmer tone than before.