Downtime // D. Whitaker
Summary: You bother your boyfriend after his nap.
Word Count: 1195
GN reader
Days off with Dennis like this one were exceedingly rare. Usually we both planned for a date: the movies, a cafe, a day in the park, dinner at a fancy restaurant… Something to remind us that there was a world outside of the PTMC. But as of today, the only world that existed was between us in my bed.
“Mn,” my name left his mouth in a sleepy rasp. “What’re you doing?”
I lightly squeezed his waist under the faded t-shirt he was wearing. “You’ve been napping long enough. I want some of your attention.”
“Not enough.”
I chuckled when he tried to swat my hand away, and pressed my face into his nape. “It’s been four hours, Den.”
He shifted towards me. “Shit. Really?” His body temp ran warm from the time he spent under the blankets. “Kinda feel bad now. Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”
“You needed the rest.” I hooked an arm around him and eliminated any space between his back and my chest.
Dennis firmly rubbed his eyes. He had this little habit of scrunching his face in a certain way whenever he overslept. I watched him from where I was propped on his shoulder, brushing a finger along his twitchy cheek.
“Are you with me now?”
He breathed out a laugh. “Almost.” I gave him some space to stretch, admiring the taut pull in his biceps. My eyes dipped to where his shirt raised over his midriff. Then to his bare thighs.
“Hey, I see how you’re looking at me. Give me a few minutes at least.” Dennis was smiling when he pulled my face in for a kiss.
I succumbed immediately, exhaling softly through my nose. Heat rippled through my chest when his leg hooked over my calf, trapping us together. I pulled away for a moment. His hand slid over the back of my neck. The light squeeze that followed was a scolding.
“It seems like you’re more eager than I am. I just like looking at you.”
Dennis swept back a few strands of my hair. “Yeah. With lust.”
I laughed quietly. “Shut up. How low do you think of me?”
I took in those features that I had grown to love more with each passing day. I traced along his soft jawline, then moved to his chin before swiping over his bottom lip. They curled upward, exposing that cute gap between his two front teeth. It wasn’t until my thumb followed the low slope of his nose that he spoke.
“You’re so weird.” His tone was little more than a sigh when he took hold of my wrist.
“Can’t help it.” My smile lifted as I watched the warmth swirl under his cheeks, painting roses on a canvas.
Dennis interlaced our fingers and began trailing his lips over the back of my hand. The flutter of his lashes beat as gently as his kisses. “Feels good when you look at me like that,” he muttered in between them.
“I can look at you like this forever, if that’s what you want.”
Dennis nuzzled into my hand. Usually he only got this clingy when tired or at the end of a bottle. I indulged as long as it would last. It made me giddy to think that I was the only one who got to witness this side of him.
I grinned. “Are you seriously falling asleep?”
“No.” He didn’t open his eyes. “It’s your fault for being so comfortable.”
“Good to know that you find my company boring.” I flicked his nose and he flinched.
“You’re such a brat.”
Dennis looked up at me with slightly glazed eyes when I pushed him down on his back. His fingers slid around my wrist when my hand settled over his chest. He made a soft noise in his throat when I pressed our lips together. The kiss was meant to be short, but Dennis chased for another. And then another.
He sucked in a small breath when I trailed my lips over the bridge of his nose and down one cheek. The occasional jump of his heartbeat against my palm was invigorating. When I pulled away, his eyes were pleading for more. My attention zeroed on his parted mouth. I laughed under my breath.
“You’re teasing me.”
My eyes drifted down to his neck. I wanted to run my finger over his Adam's apple, but he was always so squeamish there. That would be cruel.
“It’s your fault for getting flustered easily.”
His expression scrunched in comedic offense. “Since when have I ever gotten flustered?”
I rested my arm next to his head and moved in close, stopping just a few inches away. “Do I need to get a mirror?”
Dennis cupped a hand over my mouth, forcing some more distance. “I stand by my words.”
I laughed into his palm before moving it away and curling up on top of him. His arms wrapped around me instantly. His nose prodded my hair.
“Can’t believe the day’s basically over.”
I hummed in agreement. “Would it be evil if we both called in sick tomorrow?”
“Yeah, it would,” Dennis rubbed my arm. “They could probably survive a day without me, but you? You’re part of the backbone.”
I shifted to look at him. “Hey, don’t put yourself down like that, Dr. Whitaker.”
He smiled wider. “Stop. I’m still not used to it. It sounds special coming from you.”
“Because it is. You should be proud of how far you’ve come. I know I am.”
“I am proud. I’m happy.” Dennis placed a kiss against my head. “I just meant- I meant to compliment you.”
I gave his side a light squeeze, to which he shivered. Early on in our relationship, I was surprised (and delighted) to find out how ticklish he was around his stomach. “You can compliment me without insulting your capabilities.”
I could feel the gratitude when he tightened his grasp. “Alright, yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s a bad habit I need to cut.”
My lips found his jaw. “And I’m here to help with that.”
Dennis gently pushed me down, and now I was the shy one under his wandering eyes. “I love you.” I cupped his face when he traced my collarbone.
This next kiss was deeper than the previous ones. The tip of my tongue brushed the seam of his chapped lower lip, earning a noise of approval. His black shirt bunched up at his waist from where I was holding onto his back. Every exhale further pushed his warm body against mine. When we pulled away with a soft ‘pop’, Dennis simply watched me for a moment.
I huffed an amused sound. “What?”
“I like looking at you, too.” My face softened when he brushed some of my hair out of the way.
“You know,” My fingers glided over his ribs. “We still have time.”
His brows raised a little as his cheeks reddened again. “Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“What all hypocritical doctors do: order take-out. And put on a movie.”
Dennis sighed. I couldn’t suppress my cheeky smile when he shook his head. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”
