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When you wake up, you find the bed otherwise empty. It’s likely he’s already up and working, though it’s supposed to be his day off. That is, if he hasn’t already been called in for an emergency.
Peeking your head from the bedroom, you can’t help but grin at the sight of the dim lamp light and quiet sounds of the keyboard in the living room. He’s still here!
Slinking into the room, you buzz with excitement, but still manage to approach him without making any noise. As per usual, he is so focused on what he’s doing that he doesn’t look up for a second. And when you come up behind him and drape your arms around his neck, he acknowledges you with a tug at the corner of his lips and a small kiss against your forearm.
“G’morning,” you greet him, eyebrow raising when his typing doesn’t cease for a second.
“Good morning. Though it’s still quite early. You should go back to bed,” he says, his voice a mixture of affection and ‘doctor orders’ at the same time.
“But what if I wanna stay up with you?”
He acknowledges your somewhat rhetorical question with a hum, his eyes partially blocked by the light reflecting off the laptop screen as he types out a quick email and sends it off.
“Then you’ll have to keep yourself occupied a little while longer. I can’t provide much entertainment for you for at least three more emails.”
He still hasn’t taken his eyes off the computer once and you find yourself pouting about it, even though you know that most of the time when he does his emails this early it’s so he can give you his undivided attention later in the day, which you really appreciate.
The thought makes you want to squeeze him tighter, but you resist, settling on placing a quick kiss on his cheek. Lifting your head, you lean over his other shoulder to place a kiss on the same spot on his other cheek.
Back and forth you move, showering your good friend, your doctor, (the love of your life?!) with the affection you feel bubbling out of you. You are a little dejected, however, when he still gives you little more than a head tilt in response.
“Wow. Sometimes I’m impressed by how professional Dr. Zayne is. He really gives me no reaction at all when he’s in ‘the zone’,” you tease.
“Are you trying to get a reaction out of me?” he asks, clicking through his tabs before stopping on one with what looks like the results of someone’s EKG. When he is concerned about something he sees, he’ll spend a long while examining these kinds of results, his fingers steepled, his eyebrows furrowed. Today the patient appears to be lucky, as he glances over them briefly before sending it off to Dr. Greyson.
You ignore his question, “Are they having a busy morning without you or something?”
Silence. Then, “I had some trouble sleeping, so I offered to look over a few things before attempting to go back to sleep. However, it’s been about an hour or so since.”
Nightmares. That would explain the reason he still has yet to look at you. The reason he has yet to respond to your kisses. He’s right, however, that you would like a reaction from him.
You resume your playful kisses. This time, however, he sighs softly, slumping into the chair just a bit, placing his hand over your forearm.
“I wish I could fight your nightmares for you,” you murmur and he finally looks up at you, his eyes slightly humored behind his glasses.
“I imagine you would if you could, though the image of your attempt might be sufficient in chasing them away, as well. If nightmares were sentient things, I could easily imagine you putting it in a headlock and bullying it into doing as you wish.”
Heat creeps into your cheeks, “Is that how you see me? As a bully?”
He shakes his head slightly, his hair brushing your cheek, “Not a bully, exactly. But you have a tendency to get passionate about things. For example, you sneak into the room while someone is working and shower them with kisses from behind.”
“Oh? So you think I’m passionate about everything when it comes to you?”
“Certainly. I know that for a fact,” he murmurs, clearing his throat as his ear turns warm against your cheek.
Giggling, you concede that it’s true.
Lowering your head, you place a kiss against his jaw, just below his earlobe, causing the blush in his ears to deepen. You are quite pleased with the reaction you’ve finally gotten out of him.