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“You’d be surprised what I can sleep through.” Larry responds sleepily. He hooks his arm around her waist as she settles next to him and he straightens the faded Red Sox t-shirt against his abdomen. “Mm, I bet he doesn’t like working on weekends. So why should that be okay if you have to work? It doesn’t seem very fair.” Larry adds, somewhat grumpily. Though, in all fairness, Ally could choose a substitute day where she can either work from home or just take the whole day off.

But, most people would call the two of them workaholics. If they weren’t working at the office, they would be at home doing the same. Though, they both know how to relax when they’re allotted the proper relaxation time. Larry heaves a sigh and pecks her gently on the crown of her head, his hand slipping beneath her shirt to feel her silken skin under his fingertips.

       “Eh, it is what it is – I just hope it doesn’t take too long, I hate going into the office during the weekend.” The blonde states as her eyes droop shut, and she remains snuggled up against him, a soft yawn falling past her lips. “With any luck, he’ll be the nicest man alive, and I’ll stand corrected on my previous assumption about him.” Of course, her first assumptions were hardly ever wrong. While sure, p e o p l e attempted to put on a front as a way to not completely alienate everyone, it was still a trait that was hard to miss.

At the feel of his fingertips along her back, Ally smiles to herself, and drapes her arm then over his waist as she bites her lower lip absently. “Love you,” she murmurs softly, the blonde’s hand absently rubbing along Larry’s side effortlessly as she presses the tips of her teeth against her lower lip, as if the trap the yawn from l e a k i n g past her lips. “I could honestly fall asleep right now…” She murmurs almost inaudibly.