Leonor startled at a noise behind her, twisting about at the gentle creak of floorboards behind her.
Her eyes burnt a little, weighing her eyelids, as she blinked. The dim light of her lamp lit her crafting desk well enough, and illuminated Oscar's figure in the doorway, catching the colourful markings and tired expression. It seemed emphasised as the shadows fell in the crooks and curves of his skull.
She smiled gently, watching as he stepped in dressed in sleepwear, his normally neatly parted hair tousled from sleep. His glasses were disturbed as he pressed a knuckle to one of his eyes, rubbing it tiredly with a yawn.

She shook her head gently. "It's 2am. Go back to sleep." She scolded gently.

Oscar scoffed, re-adjusting his glasses. "You hardly have any place telling me to go back to sleep."

Leonor sighed, rolling her eyes briefly as she faced her desk again, not completely turning herself back around on the stool as she pulled the fabric she was stitching up into her lap. Footsteps approached and Leonor found herself pressed against Oscar's chest, arms curling around her shoulders in a light hug.

She shifted the needle through the fabric as she gently leaned back into his touch.

She paused mid stitch, reaching up to cover her mouth as a yawn forced its way across.
She heard Oscar tut, and he nuzzled his face into her dark hair.

"Ven a la cama, por favor?" He pleaded gently.
She continued to stitch.

"I'm not tired, Oscar…"

"Querido…" He whined, burying his face further against her as he held her closer. She huffed, shaking her head.

"If your tired, go back to bed, mi amor." She stated it as a fact, flinching a little when the tip of the needle accidentally poked her thumb. It was only bone, but it wasn't a pleasant sensation.
Oscar whined again, drawing it out far too long to not be completely sincere. Leonor laughed breathlessly as he leaned down onto her more and she shifted on her seat to secure herself.

"You're going to push me off." She warned, a smile breaking across her mouth.
She felt Oscar shift, stilling for a moment.

"…Would you come to bed if you weren't at the desk, anymore?" He asked, far to calmly for Leonor's concern. She didn't miss the thoughtful drawl in his voice and the way his arms shifted a little.
She huffed, pulling a hand away from her stitching to reach up, finding his face with a little effort and pushing it gently with the tips of her fingers.

"You wouldn't dare." She could practically feel Oscar's mischievous smile and she stumbled to correct herself. "Not while I have a needle in my hand, Oscar! You might ruin what I've done so far."

Oscar hummed gently, arms sliding down to settle around her waist, his chin tucking against her right shoulder, the rim of his glasses brushing against hers with a faint click.

They sat in silence for a moment, and Leonor tried to focus her attention back onto her stitching, to the purple bundle of fabric in her lap. She felt a pang of irritation, knowing fully well that she wasn't going to be able to continue as well as she had been now. Not when she Knew Oscar was up, waiting for her, trying to convince her to come to bed.

But she couldn't just leave in the middle like this!

"If I finish this tonight-" She began, voice lowering as the desire to go to bed began to rear itself further out, "-I'll have more time to start the other gifts tomorrow evening."

Her partner was quiet, chin still resting on her shoulder and she was suddenly aware of him watching her.
She fumbled with the needle a little, dropping it in her lap. Oscar shifted, and she smiled as he pressed a kiss against her shoulder before burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"You have time… " He mumbled, voice low. He was leaning on her more than he hand been before. "You don't have to get it all done now. You don't even need to make gifts for everyone…"

She shifted, and Oscar barely moved as she did.

"I want to." She spoke firmly, brows furrowing as she sat a little straighter. For a moment she worried Oscar was going to slide down and hit his face, but she was relieved when he snuggled himself back into her shoulder.
She sighed gently, shoulders lowering as her voice softened. "You know how I feel about gifts…"

He nodded, "I know, I know…" A little more hung after his sentence, and Leonor waited for a moment, expecting him to finish.

She finished another stitch, and her hand felt so heavy. She sighed, leaning back into Oscar as she rested her hands in her lap. They stayed there for a moment, still.
Oscar's breathing was being to steady and Leonor shifted so she was looking at him a bit better, a small smile quirking at his relaxed face, his eyes closed.
She sighed, glancing at the fabric in her lap, and then back at Oscar falling asleep on her.
She scooped the fabric and stitching from her lap and placed it on the workbench. Oscar made a small noise as the movement jostled him, and he reluctantly slid himself away as she halfheartedly put a few pieces away on the desk.

"Okay, okay…" Leonor mumbled, rolling up a piece of thread and arranging it with the others before standing, stumbling a little as her legs threatened to give way after being stuck in place for so long. She smiled as Oscar hugged her again, forehead resting against hers as his hands slid from her back to her arms, trailing down to lock his fingers against hers.
She squeezed his hands, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss him. She giggled as his moustache brushed against her. She never really got over how it felt, and she had doubts that she ever would. Oscar smiled, nuzzling her face and causing her to giggle more.
They pulled away, and Leonor hummed tiredly, resting her head against Oscar's chest.

"Let's go to bed, then…"

Oscar's head lolled against hers and he sighed.

"Sí por favor…"