Thank goodness she'd had the foresight to bring her couch from her former apartment; when she was in the city working at the University, she usually slept at her mother's house, but every so often she needed to stay longer than regular hours, and her extra long, extra wide sofa was of far more use here than it would be stuffed in a storage building somewhere.
Her internal clock pinged about an hour before sunrise, waking her automatically. If reluctantly. Gwen yawned without opening her eyes, still snuggled into the broad chest and strong arms which had enveloped her before collapsing into sleep. Owen's breathing was still deep and regular, and Gwen had no desire to wake him; he was just as tired as she.
She felt her cell phone vibrate slightly, tucked away in her shirt pocket; Debra was on her way with coffee and pastries. Gwen thought about rising and going down the hall to check on Blue, but Omega hadn't barged in demanding assistance, so the Beta hybrid was probably all right. At least her mate was good for something, anyway.
Pressing a soft kiss to Owen's lips, Gwen eased out of his grasp, sitting up on the side of the couch and stretching, feeling a thousand kinks and knots protest. A few minutes later, a soft knock on the door signaled Debra outside, and the scent of coffee--heavenly!--wafted to Gwen's nose as she quietly opened it for the other doctor, a telltale finger pressed to her lips.
"Oh, gotcha," Debra whispered with a slight smile. "Didn't mean to wake you guys, if I did." She eased into Gwen's office, door closing behind her with a quiet click.
Gwen suppressed the urge to pounce on the woman for possession of the coffee, but refrained, barely, answering instead with a return whisper and small smile, "You didn't. I'd just woken up myself, but wanted to let Owen sleep--it's been a rough week."
Debra thankfully handed her a steaming cup, Gwen taking a sip despite its temperature, trying to ignore the small blonde woman's speculative glance at the man still prone on the couch behind her desk. "You didn't tell me you guys were a thing, Gwen," she whispered with a suggestive giggle.
Gwen tried not to glower at her. "I don't tell people a lot of things," was the clipped whisper in reply, really not wanting to indulge in any blasted 'girl-talk'.
"Still, he's definitely cute, though." Debra grinned, taking a sip of her own coffee. "If you like that rough and rugged Crocodile Hunter type."
"Yes. Well." Gwen pulled out her stethoscope and draped it around her neck, praying Debra would get the point. "I do. Thank you. For the coffee and breakfast. Give me twenty minutes or so and I'll check in with you." She shooed Debra towards the door. "Make sure the O.R. is sterile again, and I'll come help you get rid of the test files."
Once the door closed behind Dr. Whittington, Gwen locked it--for good measure--and paused to lean back against it, closing her eyes with a still-tired sigh. She needed to get on the phone to her mother, as well as work on the rest of the laundry list necessary before they could decamp the medical center. But for the moment, there was coffee and food, and that came first.
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Her internal clock pinged about an hour before sunrise, waking her automatically. If reluctantly. Gwen yawned without opening her eyes, still snuggled into the broad chest and strong arms which had enveloped her before collapsing into sleep. Owen's breathing was still deep and regular, and Gwen had no desire to wake him; he was just as tired as she.
She felt her cell phone vibrate slightly, tucked away in her shirt pocket; Debra was on her way with coffee and pastries. Gwen thought about rising and going down the hall to check on Blue, but Omega hadn't barged in demanding assistance, so the Beta hybrid was probably all right. At least her mate was good for something, anyway.
Pressing a soft kiss to Owen's lips, Gwen eased out of his grasp, sitting up on the side of the couch and stretching, feeling a thousand kinks and knots protest. A few minutes later, a soft knock on the door signaled Debra outside, and the scent of coffee--heavenly!--wafted to Gwen's nose as she quietly opened it for the other doctor, a telltale finger pressed to her lips.
"Oh, gotcha," Debra whispered with a slight smile. "Didn't mean to wake you guys, if I did." She eased into Gwen's office, door closing behind her with a quiet click.
Gwen suppressed the urge to pounce on the woman for possession of the coffee, but refrained, barely, answering instead with a return whisper and small smile, "You didn't. I'd just woken up myself, but wanted to let Owen sleep--it's been a rough week."
Debra thankfully handed her a steaming cup, Gwen taking a sip despite its temperature, trying to ignore the small blonde woman's speculative glance at the man still prone on the couch behind her desk. "You didn't tell me you guys were a thing, Gwen," she whispered with a suggestive giggle.
Gwen tried not to glower at her. "I don't tell people a lot of things," was the clipped whisper in reply, really not wanting to indulge in any blasted 'girl-talk'.
"Still, he's definitely cute, though." Debra grinned, taking a sip of her own coffee. "If you like that rough and rugged Crocodile Hunter type."
"Yes. Well." Gwen pulled out her stethoscope and draped it around her neck, praying Debra would get the point. "I do. Thank you. For the coffee and breakfast. Give me twenty minutes or so and I'll check in with you." She shooed Debra towards the door. "Make sure the O.R. is sterile again, and I'll come help you get rid of the test files."
Once the door closed behind Dr. Whittington, Gwen locked it--for good measure--and paused to lean back against it, closing her eyes with a still-tired sigh. She needed to get on the phone to her mother, as well as work on the rest of the laundry list necessary before they could decamp the medical center. But for the moment, there was coffee and food, and that came first.