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Lucy Knight was a different person when she was tired. Her heavy eyes evoked a sense of affection in her not found during the day. Currently, she has found her way into fellow med student John Carter’s apartment.. and his bed.

She doesn’t remember how she got here. Maybe it was the fact she was too tired to go home. “Oh just stay over at my place,” John innocently suggested. Lucy eagerly agreed, maybe too eagerly. Or maybe it was the fact that she’d been wanting to do this. It wasn’t a secret something was there between them, but neither of them wanted to admit it and her heart was pounding every second they were laid up in his bed together.

Next to her, he was watching tv, purposefully making sure to keep his distance. Whatever program it was, Lucy was too content in her comfortability to notice.

“Too loud,” she mumbled, her head smooshed into his plush pillow, adorned with a silk pillow case.

“Sorry, Luce,” he reached his hand over to ruffle her hair. The soft touch was enough to ignite a spark in her. She wanted to do this everyday for the rest of her life. He picked up the remote and turned down the volume, just enough so he still could hear. “Better?”

“Mhm,” she nodded. Gazing down on her, John smiled softly and pulled the comforter higher over her, tucking it snugly around her. Lucy felt her eyes flutter shut, the tv slowly fading away as she slipped into deep sleep. John watched Lucy as her breathing became shallower, admiring the messiness of her hair and the amount of blankets surrounding her. It took every single reasonable fiber of John Carter's being to not just pull her into his arms. The distance was killing him. The feeling, the scent even, of her hair still lingered in his mind

John put his head in his hands, inaudibly groaning. He hated how much he liked Lucy — he felt ridiculous. He felt like a schoolboy, so desperately wanting his crush to like him. He couldn’t even believe she was in his bed in the first place. When he suggested she come over, he didn’t even think she’d take him up on it. He’d rehearsed the conversation in his head a million times,

“I mean, yeah, you can come over. I’m fine with that, yeah,” he’d nonchalantly shrug it off, like there wasn’t a flutter in his stomach. Or he’d adjust his tie like his hand wasn’t shaking. But, oh god, when she nodded, her face beaming with anticipation, he couldn’t help but feel faint. He was glad he’d been maintaining his apartment somewhat decently.

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The sunlight peered through the sheer curtain, shining on both of their faces. The sound of soft snoring filled the room. Instinctively, Lucy reached out across the bed, expecting nobody to be beside her. She was immediately brought back to real life when she felt John Carter's soft skin on the tips of her fingers. She could feel the distance between them— her arm was completely stretched out and only then she could feel his presence.

Lucy sighs contently, watching how he’s curled up, facing her. So desperately wanting to close the distance between them, she moves closer towards him and leans her head on his chest. John’s eyes opened slowly, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight.

“Lucy,” he whispers softly, his voice deep from sleep. The newfound closeness between them started to make him feel bold. He put a hand up to her cheek, gently caressing her soft skin.

“Is this okay?” She nodded. He felt like he was dreaming. No, like, he swears he’s recreated this exact same scene in a dream. He hums contently, removing his hand from her cheek, to instead wrap his arms around her.

“Hi,” she felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Finally, they’re intertwined. At this moment, they’re morphing into one. She ran a finger over his lips, “hi,” she repeated, her voice softer than before.

“Hey,” his mouth curved into a smile. Comfortable silence set between the two of them. Both of their eyes traveled lower, waiting for either of them to make the first move.

He breathed out before speaking, “Luc—“ she quickly leaned in, gently pressing her lips onto his while wrapping her arms around his neck. He groaned against her, moving his hands into her hair. No matter how many times he’d imagined kissing her, he’d never thought it’d be like this. Her lips were so effortlessly sweet. She pulled away, taking a moment to catch her breath. “Someone— had to do it first,” she spoke.

“Is this your first sleepover?” he inquired.