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“…ord. Ford.”
“Huah?” he sat up quickly, blinking tiredly. His glasses were crooked, chin wet with drool.
“You’re going to hurt your back like that,” you murmured, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, hand gliding over the soft fabric of his sweater. “C’mon, you need to get up and go to bed.”
Ford blinked disjointedly up at you. The moonlight filtered in through the window, softening your features and casting an almost halo-like glow around you.
His back already hurt. He groaned, straightening up and arching. It cracked several times and felt slightly better, except for the pervasive ache in his shoulders.
“What would I do without you?” he murmured with a teasing smirk, grunting as he got to his feet.
“Hmm… Starve? Shrivel up and dehydrate? Wake up with a locked-up back?” you answered, placing a hand on his lower back and gently guiding him towards the bedroom.
Ford chuckled tiredly, still half asleep. “And you have no ulterior motives in dragging me to bed, I’m sure.”
“Why, I don’t know what you’re insinuating,” you murmured, though your lips quirked up into a smile.
“Of course. There is certainly no benefit to you, in having a warm body to cling to rather than an empty bed.” The sarcasm was thick in his voice, but so was the fondness.
You harrumphed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Just for that, I will refrain from cuddling you.”
“Oh, please, darling,” he slipped an arm around your waist, drawing you into his side and pressing his nose to your temple as he whispered, “You wouldn’t last fifteen minutes apart from me.”
You grinned because you could put that to the test but had no desire to. Instead, as the two of you reached the bed and began pulling back the covers, you hurriedly scooted over to meet him in the middle, your arms winding around him and head coming to rest on his chest.
He kissed your forehead, chuckling softly and petting the back of your head. “Goodnight, my dear. Thank you for looking after me.”