AN: This was the part 2 to the firefighter drabble written previously.
She's carding a hand through Klaus' hair, his head resting on her chest as he sleeps. They're both splayed out on the lounge, the raining dripping down the windows, the perfect Sunday morning.
Klaus smells like sweat and smoke but the poor thing had a rough night on shift, and he looks so damn peaceful that she doesn't have the heart to wake him.
And then, of course, the fucking smoke alarm goes off. She's legitimately getting to the point where she's tempted to rip the damn thing from the roof of her kitchen, but that would be apparently breaking a whole set of fire codes, and that's a whole can of worms that she doesn't want to open, firefighter boyfriend or not.
Klaus wakes suddenly, eyes spring open in alarm and throwing himself off the couch.
"It's just the toaster!" She yells after him as he dashes into the kitchen, apparently afraid that they're in some sort of mortal danger or something.
When she finally catches up to him he's already cracked open a window, leaning against the counter wearily with his back to her. The alarm cuts out abruptly.
She wraps her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek into his back.
"Sorry." She murmurs. "I didn't want to wake you and I thought I had a bit more time."
"It's alright love. Better safe than sorry."
She grips his shoulder, turning him around to face her.
"Come to bed. You look absolutely beat." She tells him as he nods in agreement.
She grabs him by the hand and leads him down the hallway to her bedroom. She sits him on the edge of the bed, crouching down to unlace his boots and pull them off his feet.
"You're too good to me love." He murmurs tiredly as he moves further up the bed and under the covers. She joins him, pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
I love you. She wants to say, but instead she digs her fingertips into his side and nuzzles into his neck.
A part of her thinks that he gets it though, all of the words that she didn't say.
They fall asleep like that, wrapped around each other, and she doesn't even care that she'll need to put her sheets through the wash today to get rid of the smell of smoke.
As long as she's got him she'll be fine.