A/N: There is soooo little fanwork for this fandom and pairing so I thought I would pull this out of nowhere and post it. This is my second fanfic ever and would really REALLY appreciate feedback... Seriously I don't care what you say I just want to know what you thought. Anyway, NO SPOILERS in this and just some fluff. If you want more and/or have suggestions of where this could go feel free to leave a comment. This is extremely short and can be expanded. I didn't have a beta so please point out errors and I will fix them. Enjoy :)

"Keats? I was thinking that maybe-," Ellen stopped seeing that Keats had fallen asleep on his couch. Papers surrounded him and a stack lay in his lap. A pen rested lazily in his hand ant he light reflected softly off of his glasses which lay slightly askew on the bridge of his nose. Ellen giggled slightly to herself. It wasn't often one would catch the workaholic Keats taking an unintentional nap.

Still smiling to herself Ellen set about making him more comfortable. She was sure that if he kept sleeping in that position he would wake up with a sore neck and that wouldn't be fun for anyone. Knowing Keats he would probably say nothing about it but be unreasonably irritable and constantly rubbing his neck, she mused.

Ellen had moved his papers and set them neatly on the ground nearby and laid his pen on top. It took a while but she eventually hunted down a blanket that had been stashed behind the couch. Moving Keats to lie on his side had been difficult and awkward but he was now comfortably lying on his back across the couch.

Removing Keats's glasses she placed them on a small table at the corner of the couch. Keats still wore his tie, vest, and boots so she began removing them so he would sleep easier.

After unlacing his boots she set them on the ground near his feet. How Keats had not woken up yet she didn't know. He must have been extremely worn-out to sleep this deeply. Working her fingers deftly she removed his tie and unbuttoned his vest.

Glancing down at Keats's feet she shifted the blanket so it covered his toes. Tucking the blanket in around the much larger man she knelt near his head. Ellen shifted some of his hair off of his cheek and leaned in.

Their faces were so close she could see the eyelashes that brushed his skin. Ellen leaned in a bit more to attempt to give him a small chaste kiss on the cheek. After all, a little peck couldn't hurt she reasoned. While Ellen leaned in Keats shifted towards her in his sleep. Startled the petite girl pulled back cheeks reddening at what had just transpired. Instead of kissing him on the cheek like she had intended he had shifted and she had kissed him on the lips instead. Ellen froze. With wide shocked eyes Keats was staring back at her.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean- You moved and-," Ellen stuttered flustered and desperate to explain herself. Keats blinked slowly while Ellen awkwardly rambled and spluttered. A large hand softly cupping the back of her head stopped her. The hand pulled her in and lips locked with hers. Surprised at the action she didn't react at first. Eventually she moved her lips with the ones crushed against hers.

Breaking apart she blinked rapidly at Keats and evened out her breathing. Keats smirked reaching for his glasses and put them on. Propped up on one elbow and looking up at Ellen he stated smugly, "Now that, I would love to wake up to more often."

A/N:Comment please. I need feedback, I have little to no writing experience and want to know how I'm doing. Thank you for reading this :)