Blue heard him come in, naturally, but she didn't bolt upright and run in panic when he did. She didn't even open her eyes, recognizing Omega's scent even before the door closed behind him. Her ears followed him around the room, however; she heard the minute squeak of bed springs when he stretched out atop it.

A few minutes later, Blue finally deigned to turn away from the sun and shift about a little, the better to gaze at her mate, not oblivious to the picture he painted just then--a magnificent predator, lounging in deceptive repose, a book in hand.

Noting the title, Blue's mouth quirked just slightly. She crossed her legs, Indian fashion, tilting her head as she watched him, a small fond smile teasing the corners of her lips.

"That's a really good book, by the way." Long dark hair spilled over one arm as she shifted. "I think you'll like it."