“I like a lot of things about yoga - its an intro to good music; with each good teacher you study with, you learn a lot about them personally; it’s not just about specific technique or poses. I also like Shavasana - not too many exercise routines let you nap at the end of them. You don’t see nap pods in CrossFit gyms.”
Summary/Request: Requested by anon:
Can you do a oneshot where Stuart &the reader make a habit out of meeting in the napping pods when there was something that kept them in the office all night& when they don’t have time to go home? Not much making out or stuff just a lot of cuddles?
I've had such a terrible day and your drabbles always make my day. Could you write a tiny Dizzie drabble?
There’s a strict no-cuddling policy in the napping pods.
(Technically it’s a non-fraternization policy restricted to company-provided sleep space. Pemberley Digital doesn’t prohibit inter-office romance; the heart wants what it wants. But Darcy can’t sanction snugging on company property.)
But he’s launching the next gen of Domino, and Lizzie has a new channel about to launch, and there have been a lot of late nights in their offices apart. They were meant to have lunch today, but it’s three o'clock and neither of them have been able to get away. Until a half hour ago, when he was forcibly removed from his office–banished from his desk by Reynolds, who said he looks terrible, and strong-armed into a mid-afternoon nap by Fitz, who told him he looks like stir-fried shit. When Lizzie climbs into the napping pod, crawling over his legs to collapse with a sign across his torso, the no-cuddling thing seems cruel and unusual.
He slides his hand into her hair as she settles herself more comfortably against his side, muttering sleepily against her forehead.
“Thought you had graphics this afternoon.”
She presses her nose against his neck. “Rescheduled. Katie sent me home.”
“I fell asleep in my sandwich.”
He’s almost too tired to laugh, but the rumble in his chest makes Lizzie harrumph and squeeze him roughly around his middle.
“You’re one to talk,” she says. “I heard you got soup on your pants. Mr. I Never Spill.”
“I shall never live it down.”
She shakes her head and hikes her leg across his body. He gathers her close, already fuzzy and drifting back into soft drowsiness.
“We’re working too hard,” Lizzie mumbles.
“Miss you,” she says.
“Me also,” he says.
She giggles. “Vacation soon?”
Lizzie kisses his jaw and sighs. “Where?”
Darcy strokes the hair from her forehead. He rolls them onto their sides, spooning against her, and breathes her in. “Sleep now,” he says.
Lizzie takes one of his hands in both of hers. “Yeah,” she says. “Hawaii sounds good.”
It’s the best sleep they’ve both had in weeks, and when they wake to head for home, it’s almost dawn. They climb right back into the bed they share, where fraternization is not only encouraged, but strictly enforced.
I’m sorry you’ve having a tough day, anon. I’m right there with you. Hope this makes you feel better.