While Donnie was working on his tech, keeping the water systems of the resistance aflow, the protective shields that keep the kraang out, and new devices to rid of those kraang even more. The usual phenomenon of his work. You were laying in bed nearby, reading one of your salvaged books, fingers tracing each word so gently with focus. He kept seeing you out of the corner of his eyes, your legs slowly pumping back and forth and your body barely covered by the thin blanket you were using, which was hanging off your waist. He was tired, really tired, and god you looked amazing just laying there, in his sheets. He wanted to feel you, some random craving that pulled him away from his work, and he couldn't be pulled away from his work. That was the problem. He sighed, pushing away from his desk for a moment and whistling “Sweet lavender, can you come here for a moment, please?”