Elsa and Sieghard
Elsa's look of panic and bewilderment quickly turned to one of embarrassment when Sieghard woke up with her sweaty hand clamped around his.
So what do I tell him now? Will he think I was just having a nightmare? Was I?
She took a deep breath. "I... um... there was, um..." she mumbled, her heart still pounding in her chest from terror. Her sleepy mind raced for a way to explain why she had woken him up. A way that would not make her sound like a raving lunatic or a frightened child.
The best idea she came up with was to lean forward and glue her lips to Sieghard's.