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In the intimate moments we share, lying side by side in the quiet embrace of our quarters, my desire to care for Data takes on a heightened intensity. His presence next to me is a comfort, a beacon of solace in the vastness of space. He looks so sweet in his pajamas, a (too big) sleepshirt, and shorts, attire I insisted on him getting so that he can be as comfortable as possible. His slightly messy hair adds to his sleepy look and as we settle into bed, my instincts kick in, compelling me to obsessively ensure his comfort, to tuck him in as if shielding him from the universe itself.
As Data slips under the covers, I'm following right beside him, my fingers trailing along the edge of the blanket, ensuring it's perfectly aligned. "There we go, baby," I murmur softly, my voice a soothing melody. "All snug and cozy."
Data's lips curve into a small smile, his gaze meeting mine with a mixture of warmth and understanding. "Your attention to detail is remarkable, Will," he replies, his tone carrying an undertone of appreciation.
Leaning in, I press a tender kiss to his forehead, my lips lingering in a gentle caress. "I just want you to be comfortable," I confess, my fingers continuing their careful ministrations along the blanket's edge. "You deserve the best, and I'm here to make sure you have it, baby."
As the seconds tick by, I remain by Data's side, ensuring every part of him is wrapped up cozy in the blankets, with everything in its proper place. My touch is gentle but determined, each adjustment a reflection of my commitment to his well-being. And as I finish my meticulous tucking-in routine, I press a final kiss to his cheek, my lips soft against his skin.
"You're my priority, sweetheart," I whisper, my voice filled with sincerity. "I want you to know that every moment we spend together is a moment I cherish."
Data's fingers find mine, his grip a silent reassurance of our bond. "I appreciate your care, Will," he admits softly, his gaze steady and unwavering.
With a contented sigh, I settle in beside him, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The room is filled with the quiet rhythm of our breaths, the warmth of our shared space, and the unspoken understanding that defines our relationship.
As the minutes stretch into hours, I find myself entranced by the rise and fall of Data's chest, the soft sound of his breathing. And even as sleep beckons, I can't help but brush a gentle kiss against his temple, my lips a testament to the depth of my affection.
"You're safe here, honey," I murmur, my words a whispered promise. "I've got you."
And in the serenity of our quarters, as the stars twinkle outside the window, I hold Data close, my arms wrapped around him in a protective embrace. Obsessively tucking him in is a way for me to convey my unwavering devotion, to show him that he's cherished, and to create a cocoon of love that shields us from the cares of the universe.