abby the typa gf who would be up til all hours of the night working on some project for school/work but when you get up to ask what shes doing or help her out she immediately gets worried and leads you back to bed.
‘what are you doing up, baby?’
‘i js wanted to check on you.’
‘you need your sleep, pretty girl. c’mon lets get you back to bed’
she’d nearly jump out of her skin when she feels your cold hands on her back and your croaky voice saying “you have to sleep soon.” in a half awake whine. she turns to you immediately taking both of your hands in hers. “what are you doing up, baby?”
“j’st wanted to check on you, abs” you can barely keep your eyes open, so she’s standing and guiding you with her hand on your back.
“you need your sleep, pretty girl. c’mon let’s get you back to bed.”
but then of course you try and refuse, because if she’s losing sleep then you must too. “noo, abs. you sleep too.” you stand in her path before she can guide you to the bed. she’d sigh and run a hand over her face, turning and looking back at her dimly lit desk.
“i’ve got so much work to do.” she put a palm on your cheek and you lean into it, practically falling asleep on her hand. “baby, you’re sleepy c’mon.”
“abbyyyy!” you whine defiantly and she just scoops you up in her arms, your legs wrapping around her waist by instinct and carries you the rest of the way to bed. by the time she’s laid you down you’re fast asleep again, just from her warm embrace. she walks back to her desk, looks at all the work sitting there and thinks of how warm and snuggly you were. “fuck it.” she whispers, climbing back into bed with you and pulling you against her.
