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He’d notice you looked tired from all the late nights of studying you’ve had recently. You finally finished your last final and wanted nothing more than to hangout with your boyfriend. Peter convinces you to watch this movie he claims is his new favorite, and lays across the entire couch. He’d pull you down and settle you atop him with your head on his chest, facing the television, his arms settled around you with his hands gently rubbing circles on your back, and the blanket from the back of the couch draped over the two of you. You try to stay awake, wanting to see what movie has captured Peter’s attention now. Barely even twenty minutes into the film you can no longer fight the heaviness of your eyes. Peter had felt your slight jerks as you tried not to fall asleep, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes open much longer. He’d chosen a random movie and just wanted you to finally rest. Once you do doze off, Peter mutes the television and tightens his hold on you slightly. He kisses the top of your head and naps with you.
You wake up first, and are confused. The television is now off, Peter’s face is buried in the back of the couch, and he’s quietly snoring. You stare at his face, admiring how relaxed he looks. Eventually his eyes slowly blink open and meet your eyes, his cheeks immediately lifting into a smile seeing you looking the most rested you have in two weeks.
“How’d you sleep?” He asks groggily.
“Amazing, actually,” you smile and bury your face into his chest.
“Sorry I fell asleep,” you mumble, “I know you wanted to show me the movie.”
“I don’t actually know what that movie was,” he sheepishly admits.
“What?” You lift your head up to look at him.
“You looked tired, and I knew you wanted to hang out and not sleep. So, I decided our afternoon together should just be us napping together,” he smiles at you with a shrug.
You can’t help but give him a kiss at that, and you can feel him smiling into the kiss. Once you break away, you also can’t help the yawn that escapes you. Peter chuckles and kisses the top of your head.
“Still tired?” He pokes your cheek.
“No,” you deny as you yawn once again.
“Alright, c’mon,” he sits up under you and sets you in his lap, “off to bed we go.”
“No, you’re too comfy.”
“Baby, you’ll feel better tomorrow if your back doesn’t hurt from cuddling on the couch.”
You groan and let him get off the couch, just to make grabby hands at him. He pulls you up with an affectionate eye roll. The two of you walk through the apartment and crawl into bed. Peter immediately wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him. Your foreheads rest together, legs tangled together, and holding onto each other. The blanket pulled up to your shoulders while the two of you basked in the other’s presence.
The night continues with the two of you tangled together, Peter’s soft snores, and your quiet mumbles.
When the two of you wake up in the morning, Peter’s on his back with you tucked safely into his side, the sun casting lines across his face, and your eyes meet his.