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You're already adjusting your pillow against the headboard when you hear the quietest voice creep from Emmrich's throat,

"Rook." Despite the ever-charming man beside you being several years your senior, he sounds so small and childish as your name escapes him, his voice betraying the worry he's already trying to hide on his face.

As if sensing his need to be grounded in you, you brought one hand up to brush an errant strand of hair out of his face, running your fingers through his silver locks and exposing the skin of his neck for your lips. You could feel him fight back a chuckle as you planted a soft kiss on the side of his neck, quickly following it with another and another until the necromancer sighed out with a slight laugh,

"Emmrich, come here, you're safe." You coo softly, leaning forward until your chest met his back, arms encircling him the best you could. He nodded along to your words, melting into your touch as you shifted to sit behind him, but the deep frown lines across his face were still visible in the dim light of the fade. You let your hands drift gently over his arms, watching his eyes flutter shut as he breathed in the scent of your warmth, as enamored with you now as he was the first time you held him this close.

It was one thing for Emmrich to have caught your attention, the fact remarkable that a young daring leader like you had seen something special in him and made every effort to make that known. But it was another thing entirely the way you had embraced and loved him for everything that he is; his passion for the undead, his cheery skeleton apprentice, the crippling fear of death that seemed to stalk him through every chapter of his life. The more of himself that he revealed to you, the more you had given your heart to him, until finally you knew him better than he knew himself and still looked at him like he hung the moon in the sky. In a lifetime with little time for romantic love, you had taken him by surprise again and again, and now you were the last thing he thought of when he closed his eyes and the first thing that made him smile every morning.

"And here I was thinking I had left you quite satisfied earlier." He had never been one for flirting before you came into his life, and yet a few months of your blunt innuendo and he found himself being utterly unable to resist flirting right back. You laughed in appreciation at the comment, nuzzling your nose into the now glistening skin of his throat,

"As if I could ever get enough of you Emmrich." Your arms encased him in a hug again before he could turn and see the blood flushing your cheeks warm in the cool night air, still roused by the professor's suggestive comments now he so freely shared them. You let a moment of soft silence hang in the air before checking in, "You okay my love?"

Emmrich nodded, feeling the weight dissipate from his shoulders now that you were draped over them, your clingy style of sleepy affection always exactly what he needed in these darkest hours.

You finally released the sweet man from your grasp, shifting your back against the headboard of the bed before patting your lap expectantly. The professor considered arguing, insisting he was able to return to his own pillow, but ultimately decided arguing against your affections was really not in his best interest. Without a word he let his cheek fall against your thigh, placing a soft kiss against the exposed skin before allowing his eyes to flutter shut again.

"Yes, it was just a bad dream darling. Apologies for waking you." He turned to face you for the first time since he awoke, wanting to profusely apologise for the disruption but completely distracted by the way you took his breath away. Your face presented nothing but warmth and adoration as his gaze raked over it, wide eyes twinkling in the dark as if wisps danced around you everywhere you went, drawn to your light just as he was. Emmrich was sure there was some sort of enchantment behind how his heart would swell every time you smiled his way, his words failing him as his focus shifted solely to your lips.

Actions racing ahead of his thoughts, he captured your face in the most loving kiss he could summon, watching your eyes dart wide as if you were only truly waking up now. You smiled against his lips, your arms looping around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss before he could try and pull away. By the time you seperated you were both grinning, foreheads resting against each other as once again Emmrich let his eyes blink shut to focus on every echo of your presence around him, committing it to memory in case he ever had to wake up alone again. "I promise, I'm feeling better now, my dearest." He sighed out gently, the final word trailing off into a yawn he couldn't quite suppress.

"You will move me when you get tired, won't you?" He mumbled out as he felt the sands of sleep start to fall over him again, the warm embrace of your body infinitely more comforting than any bed or pillow.

"WAIT, THEY DID WHAT?!"

"Don't worry my love, I will. But I'm not too tired yet, so you just focus on resting." Your fingers weaved through his hair again, the soothing motion drawing a gentle sigh from the truly smitten soul in your lap. "Anyway, this'll give me time to think up a way to get Taash back for teaching Manfred to call you skullfucker."