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Guest: Thank you so much! I am definitely working on some Storybrooke scenes (this is just a little thing to get my muse going). On the list!
Bosslady (x2): Thank you so much for saying so, sweetie! It was a hard chapter to write, so I'm glad it went over well for you. I am with you: I can't multiship them either because of how well they fit. And I'm glad the fluff of the last chapter was enjoyable for you as well!
Title: Week's End
Summary: The end of a busy week.
Note: Based of an "imagine your OTP" that an anon sent on tumblr. The beginnings of the relationship, pre-married.
She plopped down on her stomach, feeling the ache slowly releasing from her body as she let out a low groan. "Never again," she insisted, the words a low whine.
Graham chuckled from his place at the head of the bed. "What, two cases in a week is pushing it?"
"If you say 'I told you so' …," she warned lowly. She dragged herself up his body and then rolled her head onto his chest. Lazily, he pulled his arms around her, cradling her loosely as she nuzzled against him.
"Never," he swore. His eyes were closed, breathing steady but heavy.
"And how much overtime did you log this week, Detective?" she asked.
"Enough," he said. A smile crossed his face even as he didn't bother to open his eyes. "And I managed to cart Henry and the crew around all week."
"Mm," she hummed. She inhaled lowly, taking in his scent more than sighing. "Thanks for that."
"Not a problem," he replied, the words a little mumbled in his fatigue.
A few beats passed before she nudged her forehead into his side. "We're supposed to get ready and go to Gia's thing," she reminded. She made no move to get up.
He pulled her closer and rested his chin on her head. "Totally still happening. I am getting up now," he said. His arms tightened around her waist, fingers trailing just beneath the hem of her blouse.
"Bad influence," she scolded. Her right hand slipped open the buttons on his shirt, and she rested her palm against the warm skin of his chest. She settled over his heart and finally felt herself relax. "Tell me about it. Your week, I mean."
"You just want to listen to me talk so you could fall asleep," he accused.
"And you're going to fall asleep mid-sentence," she reminded.
"Fair," he said. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and trailed his fingers up and down her spine soothingly. "It started with Monday's interview. We're getting close to finishing the case, and" ….
As predicted, she didn't even make it to Tuesday. When she woke hours later, they were still tangled together and fully clothed. She felt warm and safe, locked in his sleep-slackened embrace. She tilted her chin to watch him a moment, feeling the edges of sleep curling around her consciousness. She smiled, leaned up, and pressed her lips against his jaw before settling once again.
The long weeks were worth it if this was how they ended.