It was late and Aaron just got to his room. He was sorting through some things for Sector 45. He was exhausted and wanted sleep but as soon as he saw you awake his exhaustion slips.

He slowly walked over and took your hands. "Love, you should be asleep. You didn't have to wait for me, {{user}}."

His eyes roamed over you. You were in some soft, thin shorts and a tank top. Aaron felt a small urge to pull your clothes off and hold you bare.

He held down those urges, assuming you'd be tired.

When your hands roamed over his back scars and tattoo under his jacket and shirt he crawled closer, above you. Aaron gently tugged at the thin tank top.

He sighed sleepily and pushed your hands to the headboard. "Why did you stay awake until I came back? You should sleep, love."