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so like, telling Ethan that you’re his, no matter what, and you always will be, and at first he just takes it as a love confession. which, it is. but you meant so much more in those words. you try to tell him, really putting an emphasis on certain words (”i’m yours, e. i mean it) and he’s just not getting it so you flat out tell him that you’re into somnophilia and if he ever wants you, he can have you, even when you’re exhausted and weighed down from the strenuous life you live. it takes him some time to even consider indulging, but he comes to your apartment one night, and you’ve just put away your work and tucked yourself in after a long day of reading and rereading notes. you feel the comforter slip off your shoulders and you’re quick to try and replace it but then you hear him. 

“it’s me, baby.” and when you scoot over to make room for him his heart swells to twice its size because if you’ve had a rough day, his was miles worse. so he smiles gently and caresses your cheek that isn’t against the pillow, prompting you to snuggle into it and peel your eyes open. 

“are you getting in, e?” you ask, your voice already raspy and for a second, he regrets what he was thinking. he considers slipping his clothes off and wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his head in your chest, the place where he’s the most comfortable, until he falls asleep. but he knows he won’t be able to even truly consider sleeping until he’s satisfied. 

he blinks, and you’re out again, rolling to your back in search of another comfortable position. 

you roll to your back, your arms slipping from under the covers to wrap around ethan’s neck and pull him into a slow, lazy, sloppy kiss. 

it’s quick that the covers are pulled down and his jeans are lowered to the halfway point on his thighs. you’re slipping in and out, to and fro, small grumbles of “’m so tired, e,” spewing from your lips.