I'm in a fluff mood today

So

Enjoy! 

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"Are you wearing my shirt?"

Ratchet froze in his tracks, knowing he was caught. He sighed in defeat and turned to look at his wife, who was standing in the doorway with a confused expression, holding a basket of freshly washed clothes in her arms. She raised an eyebrow, surprised and slightly dumbfounded to find him wearing one of her giant teal sweaters. 

The medic frowned, turning to face her and crossing his arms. "Yes, I am," he said in slight defiance. "Before you go making fun of me, know that this is your own fault." He pointed at her in a chastising way, narrowing his eyes. 

Taylor blinked in shock for a moment, then smirked in light amusement. "Oh, really?" she teased, a chuckle in her voice. "And just how am I to blame?" she asked as she set the basket down on their bed. She walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest and gazing up into his eyes. 

He didn't want to let her think she could take him for a fool. Even though he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his gaze remained stern. "I don't have any clean clothes as of right now. Thanks to a little someone who put off the laundry," he told her, frowning even firmer. 

She beamed even brighter, her chest bubbling with laughter that she somehow managed to hold in. She was not normally one to play silly flirting or teasing games like this, since she was so expressive and obvious. However, in times like these, she just couldn't help herself. "Technically, you don't really need any of those clothes in your drawer," she told him, her voice chipper. "Those are only the ones I bought for you because I thought you would look nice in them." She pulled away from the hug a little, although he still had her trapped around the shoulders. "You can conjure any form of wear you want when you activate it." She jabbed her finger into his chest, feeling the familiar soft fabric. 

He harrumphed, a comeback lost in his throat. She had him there; he could program the holoform to any kind of clothing setting he needed it to. He pouted ever so slightly and let go of her, crossing his arms over his chest and avoiding eye contact. "Fine. I put this on because I wanted to know why you like wearing them so much."

She finally laughed, covering her mouth with her hand so it wasn't so loud. The laughter continued for several minutes, the young woman gasping for breath in between each bout of giggles. At first, Ratchet was annoyed; then, he got a little worried about her getting light headed and forced her to sit down. Even then, she still couldn't stop, falling backwards onto the bed in hysteria. Ratchet frowned at her for a few minutes more, but he could not pretend much longer. His face lifted and eventually he began to chuckle a little, her laughter contagious. He sat down on the bed beside her, his chest light.

"Are you done?" he asked with a hint of a tease in his voice after she had finally begun to settle down.

She giggled a bit once more, sitting up. "No," she said, laughing a bit again. "So does it feel nice? Seems to fit you well!" she asked, trying her best to breathe normally again. 

He broke into a smile, shaking his head with another chuckle. "It feels quite nice, yes. I can see why you like them." He leaned over and hugged her. "Should I give it back?"

She giggled again, hugging him tightly. "Naw, you can keep it on." She patted his back playfully as she pulled herself out of the hug. "However, I do have the rest of your clothes, if you want them." She teased him with another smirk.

He said nothing, only laughed.

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I know these are short, but they're meant to me. They are the CUTEST DARN THING TO ME RIGHT NOW. I LITERALLY CANNOT HANDLE MY OWN FREAKING SHIP AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-