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The Archives were quiet, still but for your tired sighs and the gentle clank of your tea against the desk. You'd been in early that morning, and it was past closing hours at this point. Only Elias was left in the building, up in his office doing...whatever it was he did. You felt that ever-present hum of static in the back of your mind, the quiet reminder he was still, if absently, keeping an eye on you.At first, it was disorienting and slightly-- no, incredibly --disturbing. But, as time went on -- and your new relationship with Elias bloomed -- it became almost comforting. He was always there, able to make sure all was well without having to even move. You sighed softly and finished your tea Martin had made hours ago, the tea cold against your throat as you drank it. You took a moment to put the files back and return the mug to the kitchen before heading up to Elias' office. In all honesty, you just wanted to go home, but Elias had drove you into work -- you'd been sleeping at his place lately, which was why you were wearing his shirt -- and your car was still at his penthouse."Come in, darling." Elias said before you knocked, his tone suggesting he was equally tired. Or annoyed. Sometimes it was hard to tell.He glanced up from the papers in his hand, his green-grey eyes piercing into you before he set the papers down in favor of walking over to you and pressing a soft kiss to your hair, pulling you against him. Elias, ever perfect. smelt of vanilla and mahogany, with a slight hint of sage. A smell that, to your slight annoyance and mostly comfort, you'd begun to think of as home. You tiredly wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest. He hummed against your scalp, his slender hands running through your hair for a moment before he let you go, moving away for a moment to grab his coat and the keys. After a quiet car ride (your hand as atop his the entire ride, a small but touching quirk you'd found Elias did when driving -- his free hand was always touching you in some way or another) you hung your own coat on the rack next to his, taking a moment to take off your shoes. Elias took your bag from you before you could protest, silencing you with a kiss to the corner of your mouth.Dinner was quiet but for the TV in the background, curled up next to Elias on the couch eating shitty takeout (while normally he'd never be seen eating it, you'd been having a craving and he found himself unable to deny you) as you watched whatever show happened to be on. His hand was on your waist, rubbing small circles into your hip. You were half on top of him, your head resting on his chest -- Elias had noticed you tended to do that, to try and rest as close to the part of him that made him feel human as possible -- and your legs sprawled out, intertwined with his. He smiled as you leaned up and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, his other hand moving to hold your cheek as he kissed you. The shower water was pleasantly hot, water trickling down your bodies as Elias washed your hair and you waited to wash his next. He murmured softly, praising you for your work and how good you've been recently. He leaned down, kissing your shoulder as he mumbled more sweet nothings to you. You hummed quietly, waiting until he finally shut up so you could praise him in turn.
After a few minutes he'd finished washing your hair, and you bumped against eachother as he moved to sit on the shelf of the shower so you could actually reach his head. You began massaging his scalp, that expensive shampoo that he insisted on buying being worked into his salt and pepper hair. He smiled as you whispered your own praises and sweet nothings to him. You sunk into the bed, scrolling mindlessly as you waited for your lover to join you in bed. After a few minutes Elias crawled in next to you, hesitating a moment before pulling you close, his chin atop your (still) damp hair as you cuddled closer to him, pressing kisses on any avaliable spot on his skin you could find. "I love you, darling.""I love you too."