Hung over and embarrassed

Lauren's eye's focus on you whilst her lips form a pout.

"Ouch. That wine really got me - my head is splitting. Can you get me some water please?"

By the time you return with the water, she's sitting up and seems a little more with it, though still obviously feeling sorry for herself. She sips the water cautiously, before deciding she can face the breakfast. Whilst she slowly tucks in, you fetch your own and sit down beside her. It seems obvious now that she doesn't suspect anything about the night, but you also wondering if your confidence in your new ability is misplaced. Weirdly, even as you think that, another part of your mind tells you it isn't.

Snapping your mind back, you glance over to Lauren. She seems a little uncomfortable and seems to be fidgeting.

"Are you okay apart from the hang over?" You ask.

"Of course."

"Well, okay. You just seem a bit..." your sentence trails off as you try and put a finger on her odd behaviour.

"I'm fine. Just a bit embarrassed I guess!" Lauren huffs.

"Why?!" You laugh. "I've seen you in a worse state than this!".

"It's not the hang over." Her face blushes. "... it's... well... I obviously was having a dream... I've woken up a bit... wound up."

"Oh, a nightmare?" Sympathically, you reach an arm around her shoulders, feeling her soft body pull in close to yours.

Her blush deepening, she pulls back a bit, before the words come out in a rush. "No... not that kind of wound up... more... urm... well... horny. And, you being sat here, well, it isn't helping."

By now she's bright red and avoiding eye contact. Excited that your plan seems to have worked, you ponder whether to take pity on her or make her do the work.