for @dannymillersthighs, who prompted a fic where aaron and robert were looking at silly facebook videos in bed! this got a bit soppy, but i hope you enjoy all the same.
white picket fences
Aaron settled back against his pillows, shifting so he was pressed close to Robert’s side as they lay in bed, unwinding after a long day. Robert had picked up the new book he’d bought in Hotten that afternoon as soon as his arse had hit the mattress, his shower soft hair messy and oh-so inviting as he focused on whatever sci-fi novel he’d been excitedly talking about all through tea.
It was endearing, how into reading Robert was. Aaron had never known about it during the affair, not really - a brief mention, or a book sitting on Robert’s desk at home farm the only indication of his favourite hobby.
Sometimes, he couldn’t quite believe just how domestic and settled the two of them were. There was always the nights that they’d fall into bed, unable to keep their hands off each other (god, he hoped they’d never lose that) but Aaron always enjoyed these quiet sort of evenings, when he’d be scrolling through Facebook on his phone, Robert engrossed in a book, the two of them doing nothing more than just enjoying each others company after a long day.
Aaron snorted as he noticed a video on his timeline, nudging Robert in the side to make him look. “That’s you,” he grinned, gesturing at the video, a dog jumping up and down on the screen.
Holding his place in the book, Robert angled Aaron’s phone so he could get a better look. “When he looks at his phone instead of you….” he rolled his eyes, laughing at the dog as it jumped in and out of view excitedly. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”
“You love it,” Aaron shrugged, continuing his scroll through Facebook, leaning a little more heavily on Robert now, the familiar scent of his shower gel practically assaulting Aaron’s senses.
He’d always bang on about how it was a waste of money, but Aaron loved how it smelled on his fiancé’s skin, the lemon scent clinging to his skin, his hair, his pyjamas. It was one of those little Robert things that always made him smile, the expensive branded bottle sitting next to Aaron’s cheap shower gel in the shower caddy.
Hitting play on another video, a screeching sound filled their otherwise quiet bedroom.
“What is that?” Robert scrunched up his nose, wincing at the noise.
Aaron grinned. “A baby otter,” he showed Robert the video, playing for the second time through now.
“You know, you make fun of Victoria for sharing all those cute animal videos, but you’re as bad,” Robert teased, shoving a bookmark into his book, setting it down on his bedside locker. He shoved at Aaron’s side, forcing him to sit up for a second so he could manoeuvre himself behind Aaron, an arm slung around his back.
Aaron settled back against Robert, the way his fiancé would cuddle him close like still a novelty, even after all this time. He could feel the steady rise and fall of Robert’s chest as they laid together, duvet tugged up around their waists. “Baby animals are always cute,” he defended, flicking past a few posts from his friends, Belle having had shared some video about a hairstyle to Liv’s timeline.
He loved that his little sister was a Dingle now, through and through, all of them having had taken Liv under their wing, Belle most of all. Liv needed that, she needed a family around her, needed more than just Aaron and Robert on her side.
“Wait, play that one,” Robert interrupted his train of though, pointing to a video Victoria had liked. “Are those stuffed cookies?”