“It’s late,” Jason’s voice rumbled from behind you, with his chest almost resting

on your back as you typed away relentlessly on your laptop.

“I’m aware,” you answered monotonously, eyes flicking back and forth on the screen
as you continued to type.

“You should get to bed,” he pushed, moving to rest his chin on your shoulder, his
hands finding their way to your waist.

“I’m trying to finish something,” you wiggled slightly in his hold, getting
comfortable cause you knew he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

You were right of course, this was proven when he snuggled into you, with his
breath fanning on your neck as he whispered.

“Finish it tomorrow,” all the while his fingers had slipped under your shirt, and
he began to gently rub at your skin.

“You’re being very hypocritical right now,” you sighed, still typing away with one
hand, while the other went to the bandages wrapped on his left arm. Tracing the
cloth gently, your eyes glanced at the clock on your screen for a second, just to
check if it was time to change them.

Thankfully it wasn’t.

“You are too,” he chuckled, remembering the talking to you gave him when you
wrapped his arm.

“Let’s just get to bed,” he continued, the pads of his thumbs rubbing small circles
on your bare hips.

He inched a bit closer to your ear. “Please,” he whispered, moving to kiss your
cheek. Once, then twice, then thrice, just until you were trying to rip him off of
you.

“Jason, fucking, stop,” you tried pull away from him, pushing your laptop away so
it wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire.

“No,” he said pointedly in between his assault, that only became sloppier the more
you struggled.

After a few more seconds of torture, you finally relented. With your ass literally
at the edge of your seat you went limp in his hold.

“Fine,” you groaned, and he had the nerve to fist-pump.

“But I’m getting up at 5.”

“Keep telling yourself that babe,” he chuckled, manoeuvring you out of your chair
and shifting you completely in his arms with ease. You were used to it at this
point of your relationship, he could pick you up like a ragdoll. All you could do
was loop your arms around his neck for comfort.

“Could you at least-”

“Already on it,” he grinned down at you, shifting your weight on his good arm as he
reached out to save your files and shut down your laptop. He then closed it shut
with a flourish for good measure.
“Let’s get to bed shall we,” he gave you a grin, adjusting you in his arms before
he spun around and began his trek to the bedroom, stopping twice to let you switch
off the foyer lights and all.

Arriving in the room in no time flat, he opened up the covers with one hand before
slowly placing you on the bed. He gave you a little kiss on the forehead before he
walked around to his side. He switched off the lamps before he got under the covers
and opened his arms slightly for you.

His eyes were already closed, and he made small grabbing motions with his hands.

You rolled your eyes at this, yet you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he
was being.

“You know,” you began, inching your way into his arms till you could lay your head
and palm on his chest, and look up at him with teasing eyes.

“You could’ve just told me you wanted to cuddle.”

He huffed playfully at your words, wrapping his arms around you nonetheless.

“I didn’t want to cuddle,” he said as a matter of fact, sticking his nose up in the
air.

“You cuddled me, I’m just reciprocating.”

You look at him, completely unimpressed.

“Okay, I’m moving to the couch,” you pulled away from him, not seeing how his
expression dropped as he tried to reach out for you.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he yelped, finally reaching you and pulling you back onto him. You
were now completely flushed against his chest, with his arms caging you completely
and his legs tangling with yours. Making it nearly impossible for you to pull away
again.

“I have a reputation to uphold, baby,” he looked down at you, with a small pout
that he would deny if you ever pointed it out.

“Work with me here.”

You rolled your eyes again, fingers beginning to draw circles on his chest.

“Does that reputation hinge on the fact that you don’t ask for cuddles?” You
quirked a brow.

“Well, if you put it like that,” he looked off into the distance, pretending to
contemplate your words.

“You’re impossible,” you groaned, practically slamming your forehead against his
chest.

“You love me though,” he laughed, leaning down to kiss your hair, arms tightening
around even more, if that was even possible. And you just couldn’t help but lean
into him.

“Unfortunately.”