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Nines woke up with a feeling of warmth and comfort, their comforter was soft and fluffy, it smelled of laundry, Gavin's after shave and their mixed fragrances.
He inhaled deeply, grateful for the update that allowed him to discern all these smells, basking in the warmth of Gavin's arms wrapped around him. He slowly turned and slid his arm around Gavin, moved his lover's head to rest on his chest.
"Nines..." sighed Gavin, his voice heavy with sleep.
He stretched, but did not open his eyes.
Nines ran his fingers through Gavin's hair, and Gavin sighed again, his voice heavy with pleasure this time, "Nines..."
If Nines was asked what his favorite melody or poem was, he would say it was Gavin’s voice when he said his name.
From the beginning.
In every tone and with every emotion.
Apologizing, like the first time.
The time he had given him that name.
The time RK900 became Nines.
"I'm sorry too, Nines!"
Nines had at first thought it was an insult or a nickname like 'tincan' and the other mocking-sounding names for his android condition.
"That's one you haven't called me before."
Gavin, true to form, retorted in his own way, "Well, hey, if you want me to stick with plastic prick and tin can, be my guest."
"Nines is fine."
That day Nines had felt alive for the first time.
Full of fear.
"Nines ! What happened ? Stay with me asshole!"
"Don't fall asleep! Don't fall asleep!"
Nines still remembers the panicked and desperate tone with which Gavin called him at the time his data had been corrupted by Ava.
Desperate and sincere.
"Hey Nines. I need you. I need you to come back."
It was Gavin's voice pronouncing his name that had helped him to break the prison om Ava had locked him inside his program.
He had felt Gavin's hand rest on his inert, white one as the man had whispered, "I was... the absolute goddamn worst to you but... You... you stuck through it. You gave me as much shit as I have you and eventually I stopped doing it to piss you off and I did it because that's just what we do. You are my partner; you are my best friend. And you are this force in my life that I can't live without. Come back to me Nines."
And he had come back thanks to Gavin calling his name with such emotion and love in his voice.
Loving and caring.
"Nines, I don't care."
His name, spoken in a warm, reassuring way, when Nines had expressed his doubts about his ability to give Gavin what he needed in their relationship.
"I don't need any of that. Ever since I met you, things have just been better."
After that all the following "Nines" now had an extra color. The color of the love they shared.
Nines.
Admonished, scolded, growled because sometimes it was necessary, because it was Gavin, because it was what they did.
Nines.
Whispered before, during, and after making love.
Nines.
"Mmm, Nines?" Gavin whispered as he opened his eyes, pulling Nines from his thoughts.
Nines smiled and leaned in to place a kiss on the tip of Gavin's nose. He chuckled softly, amused by the wrinkle that appeared on his nose.
Gavin lifted his head and straightened up a bit to kiss Nines gently, slowly and lazily, his hand reaching down Nines' back to pull him closer.
After a few kisses, Gavin asked, "What time is it?" rubbing his nose into the crook of Nines' neck.
"Almost ten o'clock," Nines replied as he kissed Gavin's hair.
"Nines..." complained Gavin, "Why did you wake me up so early?". "
He pulled the comforter over him and snuggled even more against Nines.
Nines laughed softly, tightening his arms around Gavin, "I didn't wake you up, you did it yourself."
Gavin growled back, eliciting another laugh from Nines.
"Get back to sleep, love."
"What about you, what are you going to do?" asked Gavin as he was clearly starting to fall back asleep.
Nines tenderly replied, "I'm going to watch you sleep. Since you're keeping me from getting up."
Gavin snuggled up even more against Nines and sighed in contentment.
"I love you Nines."
If Gavin had looked up at that moment, he would have seen the expression of infinite happiness on Nines' face.
There was no doubt that his name on Gavin's lips was the most beautiful of poems.