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It was rare for Pantalone to lie in, and rarer even for Dottore to join him in doing so. Despite the man's many segmented selves he still felt the need to get up early and brainstorm in his lab all day himself.
Today happened to be one of those rare days when Pantalone had little work to do and could afford the extra hours in bed, and Dottore felt a rare bout of indulgent laziness.
And so Pantalone dozed in and out of sleep, head resting on Dottore's chest as the Doctor ran his fingers through his hair.
It was disgustingly domestic and Pantalone loved every second of it. It almost scared him how much he loved moments like these, he was terrified that one day he'd grow too greedy and too clingy for these moments, moments which they unfortunately truly could not afford to have all too often. Their goal did not allow for it.
But Pantalone ignored these thoughts for today, he felt awfully indulgent and soft and quite frankly he was not exactly willing to let this fleeting feeling go just yet.
"Zandik darling, do tell me if you are free at any point this week", Pantalone spoke softly into the scarred skin of the other's chest. The hand in his hair stopped briefly before continuing its prior motions.
"Oh? Have something planned do we?" The Doctor hummed, his hand falling down from its position in the banker's hair to caress his cheek, "I do believe I'm free this evening if that is amenable to you?"
Pantalone hummed in acknowledgement, turning his face to settle more firmly into the other's open hand. He opened his eyes to stare at the blurry figure of his lover before him briefly before closing them once more.
"I was just thinking it has been an awfully long time since we have been out on a date." He murmured, turning his head more to press faint kisses into his lover's palm.
The Doctor blinked at him for a moment, still for a moment as though he was computing something before moving again. He stroked the outline of Pantalone's cheek with his thumb, coming to his chin and then resting on his bottom lip.
"A date you say? Yes, I do suppose it's been a while now, I can have the segments whip something up for us if you wish. Some wine wouldn't go amiss too, the Delta segment allegedly knows how to break into Pulcinella's vintage collection and I know he has some of that cherry wine you adore." Dottore spoke, though it was less for Pantalone and more for himself as he spoke of his plan, "it's a shame it's so short notice otherwise I would've put in an order for those roses from Mondstadt you're so fond of. Perhaps a relaxing bath together afterwards followed by some more...stimulating activities?"
Pantalone opened his mouth and grasped the thumb on his lips between his teeth, giving it a playful nibble before letting go.
"That sounds divine darling, do make sure dear Delta doesn't get caught, otherwise that wretched Rooster will be squawking at me for days on end" Pantalone chuckled, resting his head back onto his Dottore's chest, fingers tracing patterns along the man's fragmented arm.
They stayed in silence, simply basking in each other's warmth afterwards, their domestic bliss soon shattered by the door slamming open.
"Omega, subject 818 has e-" A younger 20-year-old or so segment burst into the room, voice strained as he spoke but quickly cut off as he stared at Pantalone's half-naked form.
"Hello Epsilon dear~" Pantalone purred, revelling in the way the segment's ears slowly tinged into a beautiful rosy red.
The segment quickly snapped out of his stupor at words and almost tripped scurrying to the banker's side, gently grasping his hand and pressing a fleeting kiss onto it.
"Hello my love." He murmured into the hand in his grasp, he stayed there for a moment before straightening up and returning to his prior position at the door, now facing Dottore.
"Experiment 818 has backfired." He stated, no longer showing any traces of the earlier break in his composure.
"Oh? How so?" Dottore drawled, hand possessively snaking itself over the hand the segment had kissed, fingers rubbing over the banker's soft skin and pinching over where the segment's lips had made contact.
Pantalone rolled his eyes in exasperation at the possessive gesture but the slowly forming grin suggested he did not particularly mind it.
"He blew up the entire west wing of the lab." Epsilon reported boredly.
Pantalone felt his eye twitch at the sentence, his mind immediately racing as he calculated the cost of repairs, his hand turning to capture his Doctor's hand in his own in a crushing grip. Head mechanically turning to meet the gaze of the man he was lying with.
To Dottore's credit, he looked rather annoyed at the revelation too, the man glaring daggers at the segment that had came to deliver the news. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in before speaking.
"Right, listen closely to what I'm going to say I won't be repeating myself", Dottore started, he rose from his previous lying position to sit straight up, delicately manoeuvring Pantalone so he too was upright but still resting against him, "tell this to all the segments, you are to catch and detain 818 and clean up his mess, none of you will bring this matter up to either of us today if I catch even a glimpse of any of you may the Heavenly Principles strike me down before I get my hands on them." He ranted, finger pointing accusingly at the now visibly anxious segment.
"Oh, and Delta to steal one of the Rooster's cherry wine, and leave it outside here." He added as an afterthought, Epilson nodding frantically before scurrying out the door, only to come back very quickly to utter a quick goodbye to Pantalone and run off again.
Dottore let out a sigh, "I'm sorry my love, but for today let's not think about it, let me make it up to you?" He asked, pressing a long kiss into Pantalone's hair.
Pantalone hummed in thought before speaking, "Very well, but I expect to be pampered."
"Yes yes of course my dear," Dottore spoke placatingly.
"If you do a commendable job I may even reward you tonight." Pantalone spoke with a coy smile, looking up from where he rested against Dottore's chest with a half-lidded tantalising gaze.
"Now what could you possibly have in mind?" Dottore asked with a sharp smirk.
Pantalone just smiled and rose to whisper into Dottore's ear. Instantaneously, the doctor shot up, scrambling to get ready.
"Ah, preparations must start immediately then, do be ready by 6 my love you'll have the most splendid night." As he hastily spoke Dottore slid out the door, from where Pantalone sat he could hear the doctor yell out orders to both servants and segments alike.
With a content smile Pantalon lay down once more, basking in the remnants of his lover's warmth and scent. He closed his eyes and began to doze off once more, he would indeed need the extra energy for later that night.