Imagine coming home after a long day to find John reading in bed.
A/N: This was @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s idea XD
“John?” you called into the quiet house as you threw your bag onto the floor and kicked your shoes off, curling your toes against the tiled floor and dreaming of the moment when you’re finally able to get off your feet.
“In here, baby” John’s voice called from the bedroom.
It was typical of John to be awake at ungodly hours, but even you were a little surprised at his alert tone, given that it was nearly 3am.
You padded silently across the floor and peaked into the room, your breath coming out in a long, winded sigh as you lay eyes on him. He was propped up in bed, black rimmed glasses on his face and a thick novel in his lap. The smile that spread across his lips when he saw you warmed you down to your very soul and you were quick to close the distance between you and the bed, jumping in beside him.
“What are you reading, old man?” you teased him, much as you always did.
You pawed at the book he was holding, careful not to lose his place as you flipped it close to look at the cover.
“IT? Really? I never had you pegged for a Stephen King fan” you mused, cuddling up against his side to lay your head on his chest and drape your arm over his stomach.
The warmth of his body radiated against your chilled skin and you soaked it up happily, rubbing your face against him and deeply inhaling his intoxicating musk. The soft bedding seemed to form perfectly around you and hug your tired frame as it lay cradled next to John.
“It’s nice to read about fictional monsters for once” John replied in a short, huffed laughed as he set the book on the nightstand.
His strong arms wrapped around you and he kissed the top of your head with a long, slow kiss, followed by several short ones as he gently cupped your chin and turned your face up to meet his. When his lips met yours, you smiled against them.
“I need to shower, I smell terrible” you stated, laying a hand on his chest and leaning back to look him in the eye.
“I think you smell delicious” John pressed, burying his face into the side of your neck as he nibbled playfully.
You gave a squeal of delight but slipped out of his grasp and rolled off of the bed.
“Seriously, I’m disgusting” you repeated in a sad tone, wanting nothing more than to stay in bed with him.
“In that case, I should probably join you. Safety in numbers and all that” John suggested with a wolfish grin.
And you couldn’t argue with that.
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