“Why are you awake?” You hear from your doorway. You look up from your laptop, seeing his shadow peeking through the small gap between the door and it’s frame. He’s come to check on you.
“You can come in,” you sigh, closing the laptop as he opens the door, hesitating to cross the threshold.
When he does enter, he awkwardly sits on the edge of your bed, hands folded in his lap, looking st the wall.
“You should be asleep.” He grunts, cybernetic eye glinting as he shifts his gaze to you.
You sigh again and shrug. “I know, but. I can’t seem to shut my mind up. There’s so much going on, I just....I can’t focus on relaxing.”
He “hm”s in thought, before standing up and gesturing for you to do the same. You stand, and he walks out of your room, and you follow him, all the way to his...
Oh. To his room. You’ve never been in here before. He opens the door and lets you enter first. “Lay down,” He commands, and you do as he says.
You don’t get to focus on the trappings of his space, because he’s stripping off his shirt and getting into bed beside you, and your eyes widen at his muscled form.
“Um,” You stammer, looking at him timidly. He looks you in the eyes and pulls you close to him, holding you in his arms, his large, warm hands rubbing circles across your back and shoulder blades. You hiss as your muscles start to relax, and melt into his strong hands.
“There, see? Doesn’t take much. You just need a man who knows what he’s doing.” He smirks at you, and you swear he winks, but you can’t be sure.
“Nathan,” you breathe as he nuzzles you, slowly rubbing the length of your nose with the tip of his, and then lightly kissing your temples, hands still working on relaxing your back muscles.
“Hmm.” He replies as he lifts a hand to smooth your hair, trailing down your cheek, making you blush. He uses his index finger to gently stroke the space between your eyes, always in a downward motion, and it makes your eyes heavy, makes you start to feel sleepy.
“Used to do this to my little girl,” He murmurs. “To help her sleep.”
You smile. “Nathan?” He grunts in reply. “Why are you doing this?”
He pauses for a moment. “You needed help. I’m trying to help.”
You open your eyes and look at him. He looks back at you and rests his forehead against yours as you timidly wrap your arms around his bare torso, feeling his warmth and strength.
“But why,” You whisper, reaching up with one hand to gently trace his lips with your finger tip.
He looks at you and kisses your finger, before grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. “You know why.” He whispers.
And then he kisses you. Gently, but firmly presses his lips against yours, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer. The kiss intensifies and soon he’s trailing kisses down your neck, holding you still as you squirm against him.
“Answer your question?” He asks when he finally breaks away from you, using the back of his hand to stroke your cheek.
“Yeah,” you sigh happily as he leans in to nuzzle you again. His hands begin stroking you again, this time across the length of your side, gently gliding from your shoulder to the swell of your hip, resting there and rubbing circles with his thumb. Eventually, you relax enough that you can feel sleep creeping closer in on you.
You fall asleep next to him, his hands slowly, gently sending you into a peaceful slumber somehow despite your heart hammering at what he’s revealed. The two of you crossed the line from friends and comrades to something else, something new and fresh and scary.
You dream of him, and somehow, he knows it, watching you sleep, memorizing the peaceful look on your face, never wanting this night to end.
You don’t hear his whispered confession right before he falls asleep. But there’s always tomorrow.
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