Board Thread:Ships/@comment-4199666-20141103123950

a/n: i was going through dumb "imagine your OTP" prompts and was originally planning to write some julian thing and i found one that i liked but i was like no this is defs a mian one and every title i came up with for this was stupid so here's the untitled thing

She walked in, head sore from all the pulsing music, every part of her smelling like sweat and alcohol. People who didn't show up to work were annoying enough, but having to cover for them on one of the busiest nights of the year was downright torture. As she stumbled, in, she headed straight for her boyfriend's bedroom, noticing the light still seeping out into the hallway, and she gladly kicked her shoes off, knocking at the door as she walked in. He shot up from his dozing, spinning in his chair to the sight of his girlfriend, red hair tied back and covered in sweat. Any other time, he would have made some playful comment, teasing her in the way that they did to each other. They were like an old married couple like that. She collapsed on his bed, lying backwards and mumbling through her lips which were too lazy to separate that he should lie down with her.

He sat up, accidentally knocking the computer mouse as he did, and blinding himself in the glare of the computer screen; the manuscript no closer to being finished than it was five hours ago. The cursor blinked at him as he yawned, and he allowed himself to spin around, looking over to her half-asleep on the bed. His body ached for the bed too, but he had a deadline and publishers to appease. He frowned as he looked over, weakly apologising that he had to finish the next three chapters in two days, and she mumbled back that she didn't care. She did care about his writing, even if she'd never admit that she read it and noticed her likeness in the main character, but right now she only wanted him there, in a time and place where nothing else could matter. Not their jobs, not publishers, not even the pounding headache beating in her skull. He apologised again, trying to adjust his eyes to the computer screen, thinking of nothing other than how much he wanted to join her over there. He hovered his fingers over the keys, waiting for the words to come to him, when he felt a hand on his shoulder, then another. She spun him around in his chair, before dropping down onto his lap and wrapping her hands around his chest.

He smiled and kissed her, gently tugging at the hair tie in her hair and sliding it off her soft hair, so that it framed her face. He kissed her once again, finally happy that he'd let her distract him from her book. Her petite frame fit easily on his chair, but he could feel the heaviness in her, and moved his lips up to her forehead, gently planting a kiss there too. She smiled, half-heartedly, still trying to fight off the urge to fall asleep right there and then. She leant her head down and kissed him back, and he finally made the effort to ask her how her work was, which came with an unamused look, and a loud sigh, which he knew was a sign to leave it as it was. He moved his hand up to her shirt buttons, carefully trying to undo them without having to move his other hand from her back. Each one got easier until her shirt easily slid off her shoulders, and fell down to the ground in a small heap. Had she had any more energy, she would have told him she wasn't in the mood, but as he helped her to her feet and pulled another shirt out of his wardrobe, she started to realise what he was doing, and she let him continue as he unhooked her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders, replacing it instead with the baggy comforts of her boyfriend's shirt. She smiled a little wider, moving her hands up to his face and resting her forehead up against his.

Without so much as opening her mouth, she managed to convince him to join her in bed, curling herself up against him, and sliding her limbs across his chest, taking in his warmth and the comforting rhythm of his chest, expanding and shrinking as she let her thoughts sink away. She slid her leg across his lap, as he picked up her hand in his and pressed his lips against it, smiling as he watched her succumb to her tiredness. Unlike most other days, this time, she wasn’t even putting up a fight, she just fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow, and although he’d promised to make another chapter by the end of that night, he didn’t feel the urge to get up anytime soon.  