Ratchet walked into his room to wake up his girlfriend. When he had woken up that morning she had been splayed across him, taking up approximately 90% of the bed and showing no sign of waking up anytime soon. So he got up carefully without disturbing her and left to go do his morning routine.
Now here he was half an hour later, expecting to find her in much the same position but instead there was nothing but his covers in a pile in the center of the bed. He went in looking around for any sign of her but found nothing. He came to a stop near the bed and was about to turn to leave when a robotic hand shot out of the cover pile.
His shirt was grabbed by the hem, yanking on him hard enough to lift him off the ground and onto the bed then directly into the cover pile. Once inside he was pulled into a coiled hug, pinning him in place in his girlfriend's grip.
"Hey baby, sleep well?" He choked out.
"I did, right up until you left me." Her speech was slurred with the drug sleep.
"Because it's morning babe." He told her, but her initial response was just to hug him tighter.
"Don care. I'm still tired."
He hugged her back. "Then go back to sleep."
"Can't without you here." She simply said, showing no sign of letting him go now that she had him.
"I'm still here, just in the other room." He told her with a chuckle.
"You know what I meant." Her voice slurred more. Her grip got looser for a moment, making Ratchet think that maybe he could slip away when she fell asleep again. That thought left him when he heard the familiar *click* of her metal arm locking itself, and thus him, in place.
"You get to leave when I've had my beauty sleep." With that final decree her head slumped against him. Light snoring and sleepy chirps were the only thing that came from her after that, so he was left with no choice to comply.
"Guess the galactic president will have to wait." He said to himself before easing himself and Rivet down. Much like the night before, he gave her a little kiss and settled in to sleep the day away.