can I request number 2 of the sleep prompts with Rex again. I love my blonde boi
YES!!! you absolute babe thanks for requesting xxx he makes me wonder if blondes are my type
2: “I can’t sleep, you’ve been gone too long”
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IT’S A DREARY NIGHT ON ANAXES WHEN YOU WAKE. Smothered half by the foreign chill of a midnight dream, and half by the call of sleep you’re begging to come back, you feel for the lump beside you.
The bed is cold.
Your face comes up in a resounding pout, lip curling, and you lift yourself up onto your hands. Rex had gone into the night at some point, leaving you cold in the bed.
You’d slap him the next morning and scold him, maybe, behind some boxes, but you were slightly more worked up about whether you’d have the energy to. This planet sucked, and you’d been desperate to have him beside you every night, a feat that had been accomplished, almost.
There’s not a sound from the small room, but from the refresher, there’s a few hums of activity. The light is on, from the looks of the shut door, and the shining from beneath it. He’s be back soon, you tell yourself, bundling into the blankets that smell like him, earthy and real. None of this half-dreamed nightmare exists now, when you’re enveloped in the scent of the man you love.
The refresher opens up, and you squint, edging onto an elbow to watch Rex approach on tiptoes.
He doesn’t realise you’re awake until he’s a few steps into the room.
“You’re supposed to be asleep. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” He leans down to dust a kiss along your sleep-marred forehead, and brushed his hands over your silky shoulders. You lean into him for a beat, hands finding his own.
“I can’t sleep, you’ve been gone too long.” You murmur into his chest. “I don’t like this planet.”
“It’s okay.” He hums into your hair, pushing two hands through it and nudging you back into bed. He takes time wrapping you both snugly in the blankets and smothers another kiss onto your lips. “I’m here now, doc.” His touch is kind, warm, calloused hands swiping along the dip of your back.
You smooth a hand over his bleach buzz cut and sigh, blinking back into a sluggish eternity. You kiss his jaw with a tender whisper and push your head into his shoulder.
“Yeah.” You’re able to manage, burrowing into his chest, and shut your eyes. You fall asleep to the brush of his hands through your hair, and the gentle hum of an ancient lullaby.
I LOVE THIS???? YOURE AMAZING?!??
