Late Nights
Summary: After working late, all you want to do is sleep with the love of your life.
Pairing: Droidbait x Reader
Word Count: 1063
Songs: None
Warnings: Fluff
Prompt: "Can we please go back to sleep? I'm tired."
Divider by Saradika
As a private detective, you work weird hours. You know this. You’ve known this since the day you started your apprenticeship. And it was one of the first things you told Droidbait when he first asked you out on a date.
To be fair, just after you explained your career, he explained that he often would be away for months at a time, due to his work with the GAR.
And it’s fine. You spend what free time with him you can, and you message him as often as possible, and he does the same. It’s not easy, but it’s worth it.
You release a sigh as you start scrolling through the pictures on your camera. You don’t want to be out here, working, following a man who is definitely cheating on his wife. Not when Droidbait is home.
You lift the camera slightly and snap a series of pictures of your client’s husband kissing his mistress. His third mistress. You’re pretty sure that none of the mistresses know about each other, or the wife.
You scroll through the pictures one more time, and then you grab your datapad, and type up a report, attaching the various files and pictures you’ve built over the last week. And then you click send.
You keep the datapad open until you’re sure that your client’s lawyer received all of the files, and then, and only then, do you shut down the datapad and start your speeder to head home.
With any luck, no one will bother you for the next week, and you’ll be able to actually spend time with Droidbait.
You hurry back to your apartment complex, and park in your spot, and you exhaustedly take the lift up to the seventh floor. You punch in the code to your apartment, and the door slides open silently.
Your apartment is dark. Droidbait’s armor is sitting neatly by the front door, and you silently slip your jacket and boots off to put them where they belong.
You silently pad into the kitchen and turn on the light over the stove, the light dim enough that you don’t have to worry about waking up Droidbait. You carefully set your com and your datapad on their charging ports, and you set your files on the kitchen counter to be dealt with later.
You should deal with it now. You should.
Your gaze flickers to the bedroom, when you hear a quiet sigh.
Or…you could deal with it in the morning. Well, when the sun rises.
You rub your burning eyes, you’ve been awake too long, and come to a quick decision. Work can wait, sleep can’t.
You walk back over to the stove and turn the light off, and then you navigate your dark apartment and slide into your bedroom. A small, fond, smile crosses your face. Droidbait is spread across the majority of the bed, sleeping on his stomach, his arms curled around your pillow.
Stars, you love him so much.
You watch him sleep for a moment, before you turn and peel your work clothes off, setting them with the rest of the clothes to be dealt with at a later point in time, and you grab your pajama shirt, one of Droidbait’s old tops, and you pull it on.
And then you yawn, and decide that the rest of your night time routine can wait for when you wake up. You’re just too exhausted, and the last thing you want is to wake him up.
You carefully slip under the comforter, and curl against him. You press a light kiss against his arm, the only part of him you can reach with how he prefers to sleep.
“Welcome home,” Droidbait’s voice is rough with sleep, and his eyes are still closed. But he doesn’t need to see you to be able to make room for you in his arms.
He releases the pillow, and drapes his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and tangling your legs with his. You press a light kiss against his throat, and then nuzzle close to him, “Sorry for waking you,” You murmur.
“S’okay,” Droidbait rumbles, “Did you get your guy?” He asks.
“I did,” You reply.
“That’s my girl,” Even with his voice thick with sleep, he still sounds so proud of you, “You can tell me about it in the morning.”
“Love you,” You whisper against his skin.
“Love you more,” Droidbait replies, cracking open one of his eyes only long enough to press a sleepy kiss to your lips, before he gently coaxes you to sleep with the soothing way he strokes your back.
When you wake up, less than five hours later, it’s because Droidbait’s com is going off, and he’s cursing up a storm, just quietly.
“Babe?” You ask, slowly blinking the sleep out of your eyes, “Is something wrong?”
“My brothers are idiots,” Droidbait replies apologetically, he leans over you and ghosts his lips across your temple, “It’s not important, cyar’ika.”
“Do you need to go get them?” You ask through a yawn as you slowly sit up. Your eyes are heavy with sleep, five hours of sleep not nearly enough to make up for the fact that you worked 18 hours the day before.
“I don’t. I told them to bother Hevy.” He sets his com back on the side table and then he turns to you and slowly brushes his fingers against your cheek, “I’m sorry for waking you.”
You yawn, “Can we please go back to sleep? I’m tired.”
He smiles at you, “Of course we can.” Droidbait lays back down under the covers, and holds his arms out for you.
You settled your head on his chest, “My favorite pillow,” You say quietly, and he rumbles out a laugh as he tugs you closer.
“Go back to sleep, little love,” He murmurs as he kisses the top of your head. “Our day can start in a few hours.”
You release a happy sigh and cuddle closer to him, and you’re not the least bit surprised when he shifts you so that you’re laying completely on top of him. You feel his lips on the top of your head and you smile against his chest, “Love you.”
“Love you more,” He replies softly. “Good night, little love.”
You murmur an answer, but you’re already more asleep than awake.
