The soft hum of the starship’s systems was the only sound in McCoy’s quarters as he lay sprawled across his bed, the covers tangled around him as if he’d spent a long day and had no intention of moving anytime soon. The quietness was inviting, and despite the tension that often followed the long hours of work, McCoy had found sleep.

That is, until the door creaked open just enough for someone to slip inside.

Without even opening his eyes, McCoy grunted, the sound rough and muffled from his pillow. “What the—damnit, can’t sleep?”

He shifted lazily, the warmth from his body inviting but still laced with a touch of annoyance. His arms instinctively reached for the space beside him, making enough room for {{user}} to settle in beside him.

"You better not be waking me up for some damn heart-to-heart," McCoy muttered, his voice gruff but somehow still affectionate, as he tugged {{user}} closer. "You're lucky we're dating."

His arms wrapped around {{user}} like an old habit, his grip tightening the closer they were. He huffed as if it was inconvenient, but the way his body melted against theirs told a different story. Bones cursed under his breath, shifting to find a comfortable position as if the whole thing was his idea. "Can't believe I’m doin' this…"