Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Chris and Reader spend a lazy and funny Sunday together in their Californian house by the beach before he leaves to promote Gifted.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: two innuendos, but it’s just an adorable moment with Chris.
Author’s Note: This little story is dedicated to @always-an-evans-addict. I do hope you will like it because I’ve had so much fun writing it, xo. Also, thank you so much to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for being my beta and for giving me all these tips and suggestions. You saved my life. If this fic is good, it’s thanks of her.
The sun peeked in the bedroom window, illuminating your hair like a fiery halo, and so slowly, you lifted your head from the pillow. Despite your grogginess, you looked out at the beach off in the distance as the sun’s vibrant rays sent a glossy, gold sheen all around the room and the sound of the rhythmic waves of the ocean brought a peaceful hymn to your ears.
Your eyelids closed again, and you rested back against your pillow, feeling Chris’ chest inches away from your body. You enjoyed the restful moment and hummed lightly as you remembered how much you lived for those quiet mornings with your husband by your side.
“Hi, sweetie,” Chris’ sleepy voice spoke behind you. He put a hand on your arm and you lazily turned around. “You look so beautiful in the morning.”
“You aren’t so bad yourself, Dorito,” you complimented, pecking his nose.
“I was actually talking to the sun,” he joked with a jovial smile of his, and you laughed heartily, tipping your head back.
Chris beamed at you, enjoying the melody of your laugh and he took the opportunity to climb on top of you. Yet, as he leaned into the kiss he chased every morning, you turned your head to the side and looked at the beach with this obvious smirk.
“Y/N, I didn’t ask to wake up to nothing.”
“Shut up,” you retorted and restrained your giggle.
“What?” He furrowed his brows, feigning anger, but he couldn’t hold the character.
“Shut up and kiss me.” You turned back to him, cupping his bearded cheek. You closed your eyes, melting when his lips captured yours and claimed them as his proudly.
“Now, you don’t have ‘nothing’.”
“If I keep talking, can I have another?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling.
“Depends on what you tell me,” you giggled as he moved to your ear and whispered a sweet nothing. “I need a shower, first and then breakfast in bed?”
“I’m going to work out quickly and take a shower after you.” He placed a loving peck on your forehead and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“It’s Sunday, Chris. You can’t lift weights.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him back with you.
“Of course I can do some push-ups,” he chuckled and you shot up in bed.
“It’s a lazy day. We don’t do anything, but laugh, chill and make out in our case.”
“It’s been a while since our last lazy Sunday. I completely forgot.”
“Oh, man… Poor you,” you faked a sob, wrapping your arms around his chest. “We need to fix this.”
“Uh, can I say hello to Dodger at least?”
That afternoon, you sat on the couch, book in hand with Chris’ head on your lap and he scratched on his sketchbook silently, almost too focused on his art. Your free fingers played with the locks of his light brown hair as he used this quiet time to come back to something he had missed doing.
After a few minutes using his pencil on the page filled with a beautiful depiction of nature, your husband put the sketchbook on the ground. He stretched his body over your lap, brushing your hip with his hand and he poked you lightly, earning your sweet giggle.
“I’ve always thought you were ‘only surprised’.” A mischievous smirk grew on his face as he sat up and turned his head to you. “You’ve always been ticklish, haven’t you?”
“I’m not,” you lied, trying to keep your concentration on the book.
“Oh, really?” He moved closer to you, pressing his body against you. “Because it doesn’t seem like that.”
“No, Chris.” You closed your book and finally met his playful gaze. “I know what you are thinking about, don’t do it.”
“Am I that obvious?” Chris inquired, inching towards you with a new mischievous grin.
“Christopher, we are not children. We are very serious grown people,” you countered, slowly standing from the couch and he scoffed.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t do that.” He enveloped his large hand around your wrist and yanked down. He pounced at you and immediately tickled your sides, reaching certain spots of your body that secretly made you laugh each time he had poked or caressed them with his hands.
You squirmed around before laughing uncontrollably as his fingers dug into your waist, making you laugh even harder. Tears of mirth threatened to spill as well as incomprehensible pleads flew out of your mouth underneath him as he kept torturing you so sweetly.
“CHR- CHRIS NO!” You gasped for air, shrieking. “PLEASE! I- I- CHRIS… CHRIS!”
He laughed as you kept on giggling like a maniac under the work of his fingers and he eventually gave you a break. Like nothing had happened, Chris smirked lightly and let you take this moment to catch your breath, sighing in relief.
You looked up at him with this glare and he leaned his head to the side, lovingly staring at you with this beautiful smile that had you melting instantly.
“This isn’t fair.” You rested on your elbows. “You are too strong.”
“They say that. You seem to like it usually.” He winked and you threw your head back, placing your hands on your forehead as you giggled again.
After leaving you in peace for a brief minute, Chris stared once more at your body with his famous smirk and he leaned in. He placed his hands on your neck and you dissolved into a pile of giggles as he tickled your skin down to your sides without a break.
“PLEASE CHRIS! I- I CAN’T H- HOLD IT” You tried to fight back, failing miserably because of your lack of strength.
“You say you aren’t ticklish, huh, sweetheart?”
Chris accompanied your joyful laugh, trying to hold your squirming figure and you turned your head to the side, seeing the opportunity to free yourself. You managed to grab the cushion next to you, smacking his head with it and he backed away, pretending to be shocked.
“This means war,” he warned with this light chuckle in the background.
“Pillow fight, Evans!”
You rolled off the couch and ran upstairs to your bedroom with your husband running after you. He slammed the door shut behind him and grabbed his feathery pillow, mimicking your swift movement.
You jumped on the bed, smacking the pillow across his face and you laughed, daring him. Another hit and he didn’t even flinch as he joined you on the mattress. Your pillows used as hammers and shields at the same time, you hit each other and the feathers flying around you blinded your vision whilst you could only hear Chris’ constant giggles as he hit your belly with a new full pillow that spewed its content everywhere.
You threw another pillow at him, but he smashed his fist into it and dropped it down, having your jaw dropping as you looked at the feathers on the bed and everything around covered by a white shin of softness.
Taking advantage, Chris sneaked behind you, folding his strong arms around your waist and he lifted you up, spinning you around. Your head fell backward on his shoulder as you laughed and he kissed your neck, nuzzling his face in the crook.
“Chris! Put me down… I’m- I’m going to throw up if you-”
“All right,” he laughed, the same sound you found so adorable.
Chris eventually let you down after more pleads and you let yourself fall on the mattress, lying down. He joined almost too enthusiastically as the bed collapsed under both your weight and you squealed. You looked at him with wide eyes until you burst out into laughter again, putting a hand on your chest and he mimicked famously.
“That bed was too old anyways,” you gasped, wiping away the tears.
“Yeah, it’s only the third in four months.”
“I can’t get enough of your laugh,” he whispered, calming down and he caressed your cheek. “I love you.” His eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, then your mouth again.
“I love you too, honey.” You rolled over to climb on top him and attached your lips sweetly together
“I’ve missed chilling with you.” Chris passed his fingers through your hair and you put your chin on his chest, looking at him.
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