Sleeping Sudeikis- a mini fanfic
I've been getting into writing more fanfiction recently, and I wrote this one last night. Hope you like it. It's also on AO3. Here's the link, if you want: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56765833
It wasn't often that you woke up before him. You were always the one to sleep late, fighting to stay in bed just a little bit longer, while he tried to drag you out of it to get breakfast or go to work. Today was a rare day. Jason was still asleep, practically dead to the world. One of his arms was out stretched under the pillows you both were using, the other lay heavy across your stomach, because even in sleep he has to hold you. You would never complain about that. You liked that he always had you within arm’s reach, to hold your hand, or hug you at a moment's notice, or pull you in for a kiss. You would never dare complain about him giving you affection. You felt loved in those moments. And just for a second the world stopped and you were the only two people existing. It never got old. Right now, you were the only two in the room. The sound of birds chirping and Jason's breathing were all that you could hear. The sun was coming in through the crack in the curtains, but it might as well have still been night because you weren't leaving this bed for a long time. Not while he was still perfectly asleep.
You laid still, just watching him. Taking in every freckle across his nose and cheeks, his long eyelashes, and the few days growth of his beard, because you finally convinced him to stop shaving. It was a waste of time, money and effort. You liked his beard, you missed it. The feel of it against your skin when he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, or the backs of your fingers and the palm of your hand when you caressed his cheek in a moment of reassurance, or when he trailed soft kisses down your body to your thighs when he wanted to make you feel beautiful. Jason made sure that you never doubted his attraction to you. Whatever negative thoughts you might have had about yourself quickly died when he looked at you with his hazel eyes. Those eyes. You would commit crimes for this man if he gave you the right look. That perfect mix of green and brown you had burned into your mind. So expressive, soft and warm, they made you melt into a puddle when he smiled. Even thinking about it makes you smile, makes you want to wake him to see them. But you let him sleep, he'll wake up when he's ready. For now, you just wanted to keep enjoying him.
You lifted your free hand to run it gently through his hair, gorgeous and thick. A mess of dark brown hair greying at the sides. A silver fox in the making. It only served to make him more attractive to you. As much as you wished he wouldn't dye it as much, you understood why he did. But during the times when the greys were showing through, you never stopped telling him how much you loved them. It wasn't a lie, you wouldn't lie about that. But there were some insecurities he was dealing with, tied to his body, that he needed to work through and you were more than happy, ready, and willing to be there to work through it with him. To you, Jason was the most beautiful man on the planet. To you, he was perfect.
Your hand trailed from his hair down the back of his neck, your fingers then ghosting over the curve of his ear and to his jaw, careful not to wake him. Your hand moved back up to the top of his forehead, tracing a path down, following the slope of his nose to ghost over his lips. Many sinful thoughts came to your head about that nose, how it rubbed against you just right whenever he decided he wanted to live between your legs. And those lips, forever soft like they had never had a chapped day in their life. But behind them was his tongue. That man and his tongue are a dangerous combination and he knew it. Jason wielded it like a weapon to tease and taunt you, to make you squirm and delight you. To bring you to the point of ecstasy where you can't remember your name. But you would always remember his. It wouldn't leave your lips.
You kept making lines and patterns over his skin down his arm, trying to touch every freckle and mole you could see, passing the time until he woke up. His eyebrows twitched a little at some of the touches, like he was realising that someone else was with him. His eyes soon started to flutter open. It took him a few seconds to fully wake up, collecting his thoughts as he saw you still snuggled up next to him.
‘Hi.’ Jason's voice was a little rough from not having spoken or had anything to drink since last night. To be honest, when his voice was like this, it was pretty sexy to hear.
‘Morning.’ You replied, still tracing patterns back up his arm. Your voice was the same, in all this time you've been awake you hadn't made a sound until now. There wasn't a reason to, no need to break the peace and quiet with an unneeded sound.
‘Is it still morning?’ He pulls you in a little tighter, closing whatever distance had been made during sleep. You look at your watch, curious to the time as well.
‘Only just.’ Only just being eleven thirty. You both had slept fairly late. Although, there was no reason to get up today. No work to do, no commitments to keep, no kids to wrangle. It was a day just for the two of you to share.
‘How long have you been awake?’ Jason knew it couldn't have been long as you hadn't even wiped the sleep from your eyes yet.
‘Don't know… Don't care.’ It was true, you didn't care. You were happy to just lie there and commit his face to memory like you do every time you wake up first. And he knew that's what you were doing.
‘Like what you see?’ A smirk formed at his lips. He already knew the answer. It was the same answer you gave him every time he caught you staring at him and he asked you that question. He just wanted to hear you say it again.
‘Always.’ His smirk turned into a full blown smile at that word, and his puppy dog eyes came out in full force to make you melt into his arms even more ‘You know what I'm going to ask though?’
‘You want to stay in bed a little bit longer.’ It wasn't a question, and the truth was he didn't want to leave either. Why would he ever want to leave the comfort of a nice warm bed as his girlfriend lay next to him in his arms? Only an idiot would do that on a day like this.
‘I don't want to lose this moment.’ Jason leaned over to kiss you softly at that response. The first of many to come, that was for sure. Starting them off tender and sweet while warming up for more playful and passionate ones later. He was going to take his time with you today, but for now he wanted to let you have this moment of complete blissful peace.
‘We won't lose it.’ He gave you another kiss, his nose rubbing against yours a little when he breaks it and smiles at the feeling it brings him. ‘I love you.’ He brought you to lay your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around you, taking a few deep breaths to take it all in and savour the memory. You left a few kisses on his chest and neck before you said the four words he was waiting to hear back.
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