He heard the doors to his Quarters swish open and her feet pad softly across the floor, trying not to wake him. Unsuccessfully.
"Don't tell me you've been in your Ready Room all this time?" She smiled at his groggy voice and sat beside him, running a hand lightly up his arm.
"I had work to do," she whispered, her breath dancing across his ear. He grunted in protest and rolled over, but she hushed him, planting a soft kiss on his tattooed temple.
"Go back to sleep, my Angry Warrior. I'll only be a few more minutes, I promise."