Jonathan's mind slowly dragged itself out from the world of slumber. Reaching up and rubbing his eyes, he slowly opened them and looked down. Willow was still asleep, her hands were against his chest and her head was leaning against them. Letting out a quiet yawn, he laid back down, the television was still playing a DVD menu. The two of them managed to sit through three films before eventually letting sleep consume them.

Willow shifted and rubbed her eyes. Jonathan looked down, slowly her eyes opened and looked up at him. "Morning, Jonathan."

"Good morning, Willow. How are you?"

"Comfy." She smiled and pulled the duvet more around herself so only her eyes were visible. "Can we stay here all day?"

"Gripping offer, but I have work to do." Willow looked disheartened at this. "You can help," her eyes lit up and looked at him.

"Really?"

"Yes. You can help."

"Can I stay in my pyjamas? I can't be bothered to get dressed today." Willow muttered out sleepily. Jonathan frowned and looked at her oddly.

"Sure," he drew the word out slowly and thoughtfully.

"Yay!" Willow cheered and kicked the duvet off of her legs. She shot up and pottered off to the kitchen. Jonathan slowly pulled himself to sit and looked around. Switching the television off he swung his legs over the sofa and stretched. Hannibal trotted past him and towards the kitchen. The two glanced at each other before he disappeared into the room. "Morning!" Willow cheered, in reply the dog barked back. "Oh, breakfast. The most important meal of the day." Willow said happily. Jonathan shook his head, he didn't need to be in the kitchen to know what she was doing. Knowing Willow, she was probably smiling happily and jumping around grabbing dog food and a bowl. He looked to the side when Willow jumped over the back of the sofa and sat back next to him. She looked down at her feet and wriggled her toes. "What work is it?"

"The mass production stuff."

"Right." Willow frowned. "Do we have a date to get it done by?"

"No. But," Jonathan turned and looked at her. "As long as we get it done, then it's done."

"Right." Willow nodded. "Shall we?" Jonathan nodded and helped her up from the sofa. Walking into the work room, he handed her a white surgical mask before putting one on himself. After a while, Willow soon sat cross legged on the floor flicking through a book. Her mobile wrung and she lazily reach over and picked it up. "Ahoy, ahoy," she chimed and made a gleeful sound. Jonathan looked up from the book he was reading and looked at her confused.

"Wah!? No way...for real? That's so cool! I hope you both have fun. Can you...can you send me a postcard? What? Yes people still send postcards, if I went on holiday I'd send a postcard to you two." Willow giggled and rocked slowly on the spot. "Oh! Oh! Please can I have a souvenir too?! What? Oh...I'm not meant to request a present? Sorry! When do you go? Hm, uh-huh, uh-huh...I'll come see you off! Yes, I'll get the day off." Willow pouted. "No, I don't mean bunk, I mean I'll phone up and say I can't go in." Rolling her eyes, nodding and answering a few more times before eventually saying bye.

"What was that?" Jonathan questioned confusedly.

"Oh...wedding anniversary, Sue and Kevin are going to Venice and then to Paris for a month." Willow sighed wistfully and collapsed backwards, still clutching her phone to her chest.

Jonathan stood up and walked over. Peering down at her he raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Yup." Willow smiled. "I'm jealous of them! I've always wanted to go to Paris." Jonathan knelt down by her side and picked her up. Willow looked at him in her now sitting position.

Jonathan twiddled his fingers and looked her. "Maybe," he said slowly, Willow sat plaiting her hair up and nodded at him to continue. "I mean," he ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe we can go one day?"

"Really?!" Willow's eyes widened, Jonathan nodded slowly and let out a startled noise when Willow practically tackled him to the floor. "I'd love that!"

"I'm not saying we're going soon...we can't for obvious reasons." Jonathan said while Willow pushed herself up and looked down at him. "But maybe we can, one day." Willow smiled again and leaned down to press her lips against his. Jonathan reached up and put his hands on her back, bringing her closer to himself.

"Hm," Willow hummed and pulled away, she giggled slightly at his light disheartened expression. "We have work to finish, remember?"

"Oh yes, work." Jonathan nodded and tilted his head up to look back up at his desk from an upside down perspective. "Work," he repeated again and looked back at her. "Maybe in a moment."

"Oh, am I hearing right? Jonathan Crane, the Jonathan Crane is actually opting to have a break from work because of me?" Jonathan looked at her bluntly. Willow giggled and tapped him on the nose. "Don't look at me like that. You have the ability to look at me and I feel incredibly stupid."

"Well you do-" Jonathan started to say but got cut off by Willow kissing him again. "You do have stupid moments, Willow." He said when she moved away from him again.

"Nah, I'm just of normal intelligence, you're just smarter, a lot smarter than me. So my moments to you seem stupid, when really they're just normal."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "That makes sense." He ran a hand through her hair which had fallen out of the plait. "Come on then. Work," Willow rolled her eyes and stood up. Crossing her arms loosely over her jersey she watched Jonathan slowly stand up.

Grinning Willow turned and walked over the nearest desk to continue doing what she was doing before she decided to have a break. And before Sue called her. Willow let out a laugh when Jonathan had picked her up. "Like you stated earlier on. Well you hinted in a way. We don't know when this has got to be done by. There's one more day to the weekend so why bother rushing and getting it done now?" Jonathan questioned, Willow wriggled in his arms and looked at him.

"Right," she managed to turn and look up at him. "I'm still in shock, you aren't wanting get this all done now? But you're a workaholic Jonathan! You always want to work, I'm-" it was Willow's turn this time to get cut off mid sentence by Jonathan kissing her. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, she allowed him to pick her up again.

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(Edited: 21/Oct/2019)