Midnight [2BHank]

Midnight

 A low grumble eroded from his throat, his fingers clicking at his keyboard. The low lighting of his computer gently lit up his tired face, the weight of fatigue slowly growing on him. He let out a light groan as he stretched his aching limbs. Sitting behind a computer all day isn't necessarily the most comfortable. The doctor slid his hand underneath his goggles, rubbing his face sleepily. Pulling off his face gear, he rested them atop his head, his now exposed face scrunched up from the bright computer screen.

Out of the pitch black room, the white glow gave him just enough sight to see a large figure slide his way through the doorway. The familiarity of the figure's metal jaw and tall image made it hard not to smile. He stood there for a moment, the silent stillness of the figure made it easy to guess why he was here. "I know Hank." The figure moved his hands in a specific motion, signing the word 'sleep'. The doctor glanced at the clock. 1:26 AM.

"Hank, I just need to finish this work-"

The tall figure moved closer, his hand reaching out in front of him. The dissenter watched as his hand slid over the laptop back, the light slowly being dragged away from the room. The laptop closed with a light click. The bigger figure made his way around the table, squishing down next to the smaller figure on the couch. He nudged the doctor with his head, similar to that of a cat. His hand slid down to his arm, very gently pulling on it that told the dissenter Hank wanted him to sleep. Doc rested his chin on Hank's head, who was slouched over, leaning on him.

"Bed.." He muttered out, his voice the usual raspiness.

"Hank, there is still work I-" He cut off the doctor by resting his hand on his cheek, covering his whole mouth from Hank's huge hands. Doc sighed and began to stroke the side of Hank's head with his thumb, his skin feeling soft. "Fine. You win." The dissenter muttered, slowly crawling into the big lap of his partner. A low rumble of satisfaction came from Hank, happy to see Doc finally give in to his lack of sleep. Wrapping his hands slowly around the small doctor, he laid back against the arm of the couch. The small man snuggled his way into Hank's chest, the size of him made the doctor seem like only a kid. The bigger figure reached down and began to fidget with Doc's bandages, as he forgot to take them off earlier. The tired figure felt his face bandages become loose, eventually being gently pulled away, his face gaps feeling chilly from the exposed air. He sleepily mumbled out a thank you, burying his face further into his partner's chest to keep warm.

"D-doc.."

"Mmm..?"

"Love you."

The doctor slowly lifted his head, looking at the smile on Hank's face, his opened mouth smile revealing an expression of happiness.

"I love you too. Even though you get on my damn nerves sometimes." He chuckled, his face inching towards the other. Their hands slid into one another's, Doc feeling the cold metal of his partner's ring, symbolizing their deep love for each other. He snuggled up closer, his face right in front of Hank's.

"Love you...so m-much." Hank struggled to get out. Doc knew he really meant it, as he strained his voice instead of his usual hand signing.

Hank pressed his mouth against the other's, his lack of lips not being very convenient. Doc pressed back, both deep into the warmth of the kiss. "Goodnight, stupid." The doctor said affectionately, snuggling his face into Hank's warm neck. The large build of Hank felt warm and safe to Doc, his large arms covering his smaller body like a weighted blanket. Sleep soon overtook the dissenter, his soft snoring made Hank smile. The rare peacefulness and stillness of Doc was rare to the 3. Hank ran his fingers gently through the doctor's mohawk, gentle enough to not wake him. The warmth of his partner's cuddling and slow, rhythmic snores allowed Hank to drift off as well. The night rolled on, their breathing eventually in sync.