Hi! This is my first time ever bringing into the open something I’ve written. (if anybody even sees this) I hope there isn’t too much weird shit going on with the grammar or words, since English isn’t my first language. Feel free to give me feedback if you will, it would be very helpful!
I think the best word to describe my text is fluff. Hank wakes up next to the reader after a night together and he is full of fear, unless the reader drives it all away. The text is also gender neutral! It’s short but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading and sharing the love for Hank :D <3
Hank opened his eyes and at that second he felt your warm body against his. He was wondering what the hell was happening, but then he remembered the events of last night.
He noticed his hand wrapped around your waist and that you were still asleep. You both were naked between the sheets and that fact made the butterflies in Hank’s stomach go crazy, despiting the fact that you pretty damn well saw each other naked last night. It was dark in the bedroom, streetlight only perking throught the curtains. He really didn’t want to move his arm anywhere, but he was afraid of your upcoming reaction. What if you would regret it? What if you would just want to leave and forget it all?
He felt his heart pounding. You two really weren’t supposed to do something like that. You were co-workerks and - shit, you were almost thirty years younger than him. Hank sighed and he heard how his breath was quite trembling. He wished you could wake up so you two would get over this and he would get his verdict.
Hank watched you sleeping and couldn’t help but to think about how stunning you looked. Carefully, he leant his head towards yours so he could smell your hair.
At that moment, you started mumbling and Hank froze. You brought your hand under his arm, touching his side and put your palm on his shoulder blade.
“Morning”, you whispered and chuckled a little. Hank was still frozen, unsure about what to do. “Did you sleep well?” you asked and caressed his shoulder with your fingers. Cold shivers ran down his spine, his heart was definitely digging itself out of his chest.
“Yeah, did you?” Hank stammered. He tenderly tightened his hold around your waist, becoming more confident about the situation. At least you didn’t seem to be regretting, not just yet. So he wanted to let it flow.
“Yep, it’s comfortable around here”, you muttered and took your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his chest. Hank was sure you could feel his heart run, and hear it.
“Good”, Hank answered and tried to keep himself together. He surely hoped he wasn’t just dreaming this. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
Hank startled a little, but within a nanosecond, he answered: “Yeah, yes.”
You smiled widely and put your lips on his, kissing him softly. Hank, without noticing himself, pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. He felt happiness filling his every cell, he wanted this moment to last forever. He was almost desperate, because the fear of you leaving hadn’t faded.
You put your hand on his cheek and aparted to say something with a heavy breath: “I think I forgot to say it last night, but you’re a very good kisser.”
Hank hoped you couldn’t see his face flushing in the darkness, and he muttered back: “You’re not so bad yourself.”
You gave a little laughter and kissed him briefly again.
“So - you ain’t leaving? I mean, I don’t want you to leave, I just - you can leave if you want but -” Hank stammered and wanted to kick himself, since he had to be so bad with expressing hisfuckingself, especially with the person he really adored.
“I’m not leaving, I’m having really good time right now”, you said and caressed his cheek, looking him into his blue eyes. You knew what he meant.
“Good - because, I feel the same”, Hank answered with smile growing on his face, putting his forehead against yours.
You didn’t say anything, but with another deep kiss you told it all. Your plan was to never leave him.
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