[saber is out like a rock, never dreaming of anything but darkness. he's unaware of shauna and how he'd reached around her waist in his sleep until she's got her hands at his throat. it takes a lot to wake him up outside of his usual sleep cycle, but that will definitely do it. one hand darts up to return the gesture with his eyes closed as if she's pressed a button that says start, waking a trained machine that now has a large hand around her throat.

a three step process happens: his grip loosens the second she's biting out a demand, his eyes open, and he's looking half-apologetic and half-amused as his arm drops to the bed.]

Shiiit. Sorry, sweetheart. You okay?

[he's laying comfortably with her hands around his neck. he swallows, sure she can feel his adam's apple bobbing under her grip, voice slightly strained from pressure but entirely unbothered.]

You must be new. Might wanna get your hands off me, hm? Unless you wanna kiss me.