Pitch black and eerily quiet, Chris is happily encased under his duvet as he sleeps. He shuffles about as he stirs, outstretching an arm across to the other side of the bed. But no-one is there. Hazily he sits himself up, forcing his eyes open. He glances over at the alarm clock and can vaguely make out the time: 01:12. So where is she, he wonders. But first, now that he is awake, so is his bladder.

As he walks out of the bathroom, Chris notices a faint blue light from under the door of the spare room. Peering around the door frame, he smiles to himself. Kate is sat at the desk, with her back to him, as she frantically scribbles away.

"I know we've all been on at you to buckle down, but this is a bit extreme," Chris announces, with a smile.

Kate feels herself jump a little as he enters the room. She drops her pen and smiles as Chris approaches. She feels his arms wrap around her from behind, as his chin rests on her shoulder.

"It's gone 1," Chris points out, kissing her on the cheek. "What are you still doing up?"

"I know I should have gone to bed by now," she replies, nuzzling into his face a little, "but I seem to work best at night."

Chris smiles, admiring her new found commitment to her school work, even if it is at the expense of her sleep.

"Well, I'm awake now," he points out. "I can give you a hand?"

He yawns as he stretches his arms up, wriggling his back from side to side. Grabbing the footstool from across the room, he sits himself at the desk. He rests his elbow on the desk, using it to support his head. Finally, he places his other arm around Kate's back.

"Do you normally go this long without sleep?" he asks.

Kate smiles again, watching another yawn escape his mouth, both his eyes drooping.

"I'm pretty much an insomniac," she admits. "This is quite normal for me."

Chris smiles in response, as his eyes fall shut. His hand buckles underneath his head, and he jolts himself awake.

"Right," Chris clears his throat, "what subject are we on?"

"English," she smirks, as he continues to fight his fatigue. "I've got to write an original poem, but I can't seem to find the right inspiration. It's not due until next week, but seeing as I'm awake, I thought I would try and brainstorm some… ideas."

She stops, turning her head to see that Chris has nodded off again.

"Chris?" she gently nudges him awake. "Come on, you should really get some rest."

He repositions his head on his hand, and looks at her with a vulnerable smile.

"I don't want to fall asleep without you," he admits.

"Then I guess you'd better lead the way," she beams in return.

Tidying the desk a little, Kate knew there was no chance of her denying Chris his request, when he looked at her with that vulnerable look he saves just for her. Every time he shows that cute, innocent side of himself, her heart melts a little, and she falls in love with him even more.

The couple walk with their arms around one another back to the master bedroom. She watches on for a moment as he snuggles himself into his side of the bed, and instinctively outstretches an arm for her to join him.

"You are so cute when you're half asleep like this," she admits, barely audibly.

She gladly climbs in next to him, and lays her head on his chest. Chris grins to himself, resting his arm across her. He falls back to sleep instantly, as Kate enjoys the tranquility of feeling his chest move underneath her, with each calming breath.