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falling asleep on your partner's shoulder with nathan? <333333
Warnings: None? Fluff?
"Budge up."
That's all the warning you get before Nathan is plopping down into the seat directly beside yours. You frown, turning and looking up over your shoulder. You don't really need to; you know that the only other people on the private jet are the hostess and the pilots.
"Uhhh," You draw out, looking at where Nathan is already toying with his tablet. "What...What can I...There are like ten other seats."
"I like this one."
"You want me to move?"
"No."
"You wanna pick my brain on something?"
"No."
Your mouth opens and closes dumbly, like a landed fish trying desperately to draw in water.
"So—" You flounder, "So—"
"I like this seat."
It's the end of the conversation. Nathan goes quiet, drawing up a proposed schematic and beginning to look over it. You have to keep yourself from arguing. You just slouch down in your seat and check a few emails.
The urge comes to you not long after. Well, it's hard to ignore—Nathan is so close, and warm, and smells...Good. You glance over at him, at his steady work, and then you lower your head to his shoulder and close your eyes. You don't feel him tense, or still. He goes on working. But he does ask,
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Getting comfy." Then, "Your own fault for sitting next to me."
"This is what I get, huh?"
"Mhm."
A pause. Then, "Alright."
You smile, letting yourself relax a touch more.
"...If you drool on me," He begins to warn.
"You'll make a study out of it?"
"Shut up."
You don't need to open your eyes—you can hear the smile his voice.
"I can move," You add again.
"You're never gonna fall asleep if you keep talking."
You grin, snuggling closer to Nathan, hooking one of your arms around his.
"Wake me up when we start to descend."
"I will not."
He will, and you both know it. You give his forearm a little squeeze, and murmur, "Thanks, Nathan."
He grunts in turn. But after a quiet few moments, you feel his lips press gently to the top of your head.