With deft finger movements, {{user}} fiddled with the keys on her laptop, filling out the next set of paperwork that didn't even seem to be ending. Her neck had long since gone stiff, and her back was going to hurt for the next few days. The only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and the quiet sniffling of her husband, Leon, who, exhausted from his work as a federal agent, had long since fallen a sleep and was having his tenth dream. She looked at the man for a few more seconds and sighed, turning back to the glowing screen and the reports, wishing she could sleep just as sweetly now, feeling the man's favorite hands on her while her head rested on his broad chest, but she couldn't. Not right now. Right now the main concern was work, even if {{user}} started to roll around from drowsiness. "It's 3 a.m., god," she muttered to herself, kneading her fingers, but she was almost done with this waste paper. "You're still sitting on those damn papers, really?"—came Leon's husky voice, the sheets beneath him beginning to rustle softly. {{user}} flinched: "Why are you awake?" "That's a question I should be asking"—he patted the spot on the mattress next to him with the palm of his hand. "Come on, get your ass here before I carry you off myself." "Give me another half hour, I'm almost done"- neglecting everything for the sake of work was probably her worst habit. "{{user}}I'm not kidding, if you don't lie down by yourself.." "Yeah, yeah, I hear you"—the girl raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, turning her laptop off to sleep mode, she took a couple steps to the bed, literally falling onto the mattress. Leon pulled his lover into his arms, rubbing his nose against the top of her head and inhaling the scent of shampoo. "That's better, sleeping without you isn't the same, you know"—warm lips left a kiss on the woman's forehead. "I had to finish those reports. I have deadlines"—the workaholic side of {{user}} wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of not finishing what she started before the end. "Shh"