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Albedo was taking notes with his left hand while he held a vial in his right, observing the reactions going on in it. He shook it a little, peering more closely at it, when Sucrose squealed behind him. He startled and dropped the vial, whipping around to see what had happened.
Sucrose was waving her hands at a cloud of bright pink smoke. Albedo pulled his shirt up hurriedly to cover his mouth and nose and sprinted over, pressing a stopper into the beaker emitting the strange cloud. Sucrose coughed and waved all the smoke out of the lab with some Anemo.
Albedo waited a moment before taking his hand away from his face and fixing his shirt. He wheeled towards Sucrose and grabbed her face in his hands, turning it this way and that.
"Oh dear," he muttered. "That's not good." Sucrose's face was flushed and she was burning up where his gloves met her skin.
"M-mister Albedo?"
"What were you trying to make?" Albedo hurried over to a shelf, extremely sure of what had happened.
Sucrose watched him rummage through vials. "T-the warming bottles, s-sir, but I- I accidentally put in Sweet Flower extract i-instead of Whopperflower nectar..."
Albedo nodded. "I thought so. You accidentally created a very powerful aphrodisiac—"
Sucrose paled.
"—Which can be flushed out of your system easily. You only inhaled a small amount, luckily. A simple mistake, but a terrible one. Here," he said, handing the poor girl two vials. "Take the diuretic first, then the emotic. It'll be unpleasant, but it's all I can do for you."
Sucrose nodded, already feeling lightheaded, and accepted the vials, then hurried off to the lab's restroom.
She came back around ten minutes later, looking very worn out. Albedo startled when the fluffy girl slumped against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his slim chest.
"You poor thing," he murmured. "Let's get you to bed, hm?" Sucrose nodded, but didn't budge. Albedo hummed as he thought.
"I'm going to carry you, is that okay?"
Sucrose nodded again. Albedo was quite small, but managed to carry the worn-out girl back to his own quarters and set her on his bed. He removed her glasses, hat, gloves and shoes, setting them to the side.
Sucrose sleepily grabbed his wrist, amber eyes looking up at him. "Could we... Could you, uhm."
Albedo pressed a kiss to her bare palm. "What is it, my sweet?" he murmured, making Sucrose blush.
"Could we cuddle?" she whispered. Albedo smiled. "If that is what you desire." He removed his coat and boots and went to lay down, but Sucrose grabbed his hand again.
"Can you take off your gloves, too?"
Albedo was a bit taken aback, but complied. He lay down next to Sucrose, who entwined her fingers with his and snuggled close to his chest.
Not a word was spoken as they lay there together; not a word was needed. They had each other to themselves, and this moment was one that they both wanted to remember forever.
"Albedo?"
"Yes, my sweet."
"Can we... can we do things like this more often?" Sucrose held their hands up. "I really like holding your hand," she whispered. "And lying with you is..." She smiled bashfully and hid her face in his neck. Albedo chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her ear.
"Of course we can. Goodnight, my sweet."
"Goodnight... I- I love you."
Albedo smiled and slipped his free arm around Sucrose's waist, letting it rest there comfortingly. "I love you too."