OOM: The Morning After With Oswin Oswald

Tahno wakes refreshed, his arm around someone who smells absolutely delicious. He glances down to see whose hair he'd buried his nose in, whose soft body he'd curled around for the evening. He lifts the downy, black bedspread to look at his bedmate, and remembers with a start that her name is Oswin, and that she is indeed a total screamin' genius.

He looks over her body again, running his hand down her ribs to rest on her bare hip. She's so short, he thinks.