Mumbling incoherently as Ianto's hand ran over his hair, Sulu twisted his head to bury it against Ianto's neck, still very much asleep but beginning to feel the distant call of wakefulness. And he absolutely, sincerely did not want to get up at the moment. He was comfortable - even if there was hair tickling his face and neck a little - and he was warm, and he remembered that he didn't have any pressing requirements for the day. That just made it harder to move, much less drag himself up to being awake.

He could feel someone watching him, and as he slowly came to a more aware state, he knew it was Ianto - and that they were both in women's bodies, and that the other was probably finding it really kind of awkward, even after a few days like this. He'd tell Ianto not to worry when he woke up, but until then, he'd just have to deal with it.