Feena-c

    Gil's omnitool vibrated silently against his wrist, the engineer waking reluctantly, blinking about his surroundings. Dion was on his chest again, an arm tucked up between them, the other wrapped over Gil's waist and the red head slowly felt the dead weight of Dion's leg tangled over his. Gil sighed lifting his arm to observe the small blinking light hovering over the back of his hand, small vibrations still shuddering up his arm.    The fuck is the time?    Gil craned his neck to look over Dion's head to the small clock on his bedside- it's not even five... AM!?    "Gods--" Gil groaned quietly as he stretched, Dion responding with