A/N: Something quick and fluffy. ^^

Ford was slumped over his desk, papers an organized mess, pen in his mouth like a cigarette, the laptop beeping quietly in front of him.

His shoulders and the sheer sturdiness of his skeletal structure was the only thing keeping his head aloft with his hands under it, propped up like some kind of puppet. Every muscle, too tired to keep him held up straight.

The numbers and figures on the papers popped out and swam in his vision as he felt the sharp pain of his eyes crossing.

Suddenly his nerves shot up, almost painfully, as a hand touched his shoulder-blade gently, and slowly moved to wrap around his middle, followed by its pair quickly.

Ford recognized the wiry arms and the thin body that pressed into his back and the nose that nuzzled his hair. He smiled a little and gave a small "mm" in either greeting or pleasure. He was too tired to tell which at the time.

"It's late..", Fiddleford said quietly. "You should get some sleep.."

"Hm.. In a little bit..", Ford whined like a kid, rubbing his eyes. "Just...jusa few more... A few late nights aren't gonna hurt me."

"It's late, Stanford.", Fiddleford insisted gently, giving a slight tug on Ford's middle. "Come on. It's time for bed."

He kissed Ford's cheek which made it almost impossible to refuse. Ford sighed, leaning his head back into the body. He nuzzled his nose against the soft fabric and gently kissed Fid's pudgy stomach.

Fiddleford flushed deep red at the small gesture. He cleared his throat a little, trying not to let Ford get the better of him.

"..F-ford y..ya need to get to sleep.", he repeated, earning a small chuckle.

"Just another half hour?", he asked.

"You're misspelling horribly on the laptop and you're gonna have to clean that up tomorrow...", Fidds reminded him. "Get to bed."

Ford sighed and rolled his chair around as Fids stepped out of the way. He picked himself up, but still felt like a hopeless meat puppet as his knees buckled and shoulders and head slumped.

Fiddleford shook his head and rolled his eyes. He knew Ford was a bit theatrical when he wanted to be and a baby about things he didn't want or couldn't have. Still, he couldn't help and smile about it in spite of himself. However, he was set in his mind not to let his partner do this to himself.

Ford couldn't ever get drunk. It wasn't possible and he proved it several times to Fiddleford, once having to actually tape it to prove he wasn't using some sort of spell. But when he was tired, he did act drunk. Goofy, laughing hysterically at stupid jokes, theatrical, ranting, raging when he got on a bad rant, swearing, slurred speech, blurry vision, unable to walk or drive straight. The hangovers were still bad too, but at least Ford didn't have to puke all the alchohol out like Fidds did.

He gently took Ford's arm and wrapped it around him to help lead him to the elevator. His boyfriend stumbled and swayed with the steps, a betrayal to his mumbles about being able staying up a few more hours.

With a little effort, he got Ford in the elevator and back up to the house and into bed. Ford sat there and lazily kicked off his shoes.

"There, now if you're quite finished-", Fiddleford started to head off, thinking it was easy enough for the drunkest person to fall asleep, when he suddenly felt a hand snatch his and pull him with a heavy weight that caused Fidds to fall over backwards onto the bed. "Ah! Wh-?! Ford!"

Ford cuddled up close to Fiddleford and clung to him tightly.

"Mm.", he hummed, rubbing his face into the crook of Fiddleford's shoulder. "Ifahm sleepin' you're too."

"S-S-Stanford I was- I w-was gonna sleep on the couch.", Fiddleford blushed bright red and tried to squirm away.

"No. I want you to be HERE.", he whined, pulling a bit closer and moving his head to rest on his chest, effectively pinning him. "Stay...please?"

Fiddleford sighed, looking down at him. He did love the sight of Ford clinging his middle, that bushy mess of dark brown hair and larger body somehow looking so much smaller when tucked up closer to him. He felt warm and secure in Ford's grasp and he smiled softly when he acknowledged it.

He took off Ford's glasses, and his own, and sat them on the end table. There was no way he could move out of the grasp anyway, even if he wanted to.

"Alright..", he said, and placed a kiss on Ford's head before settling in comfortably where they were face to face. "I'll stay."

Ford snuggled closer to Fidds and lazily kissed his nose. Fiddleford wrapped his free arm around Ford and reached down to kiss him gently on the lips.

"Thank you..", Ford said quietly, sleep already taking over his body.

"Of course..", Fiddleford smiled.

Fidds stayed awake long enough to watch Ford fall deep asleep. He looked so peaceful and relax, as opposed to the typical stern, busy, heavily overloaded, complicated mindset he always had. It was beautiful in the dark room's low moon light.

"I'll always stay with you..", he promised before falling away to peaceful slumber.