Our song of the day is Olivia Dean - So Easy (To Fall In Love)
Post TLG; Husbands Hollanov
@shanesummerfest week 4 prompt: Cottage // Word count: 540
Summer inevitably comes and it brings with it relaxing, cheerful but also hot and humid days. In their lovely abode, well equipped with air conditioning, is where you'll find the Shane Hollander very comfortably living his life with his wonderful husband Ilya Rozanov.
Shane Hollander-Rozanov, everybody probably knows him as the 'strict' husband. NO this or NO that during the season; Be this and be that; Don't be sloppy; You can do better and everything else in between. But give the man some credit, he has been wrangling grown adults to win a cup with his husband.
“Summer!!” Ilya shouts as he (safely) dives into the lake.
Shane beams at the sight. Summer is a time for relaxation and being goofy is included. He meticulously applies sun screen all over his body and face and before he's done he calls Ilya's attention. “Did you apply sun screen?”
Ilya emerges from the water. “Maybe, I think so..”
“Ilya,” Shane sighs. “There is no maybe! You have to apply sun screen.”
The sun is high and according to the weather app, the UV is as well. Therefore, it's time to migrate inside the safety of the living room. Shane is comfortably settled on the couch with a book in hand when he heard rummaging in their pantry.
“I'm..” there's a second of pause “looking for that bag of Doritos.”
“Yes,” Ilya confirmed. “The Flaming Hot Nachos.”
Shane closed his eyes for a bit—recalling the layout of their free standing pantry in his head. “Check the 4th shelf. Right side. Maybe a bit behind.” and he goes back to flipping the book pages.
Amazed at his discovery after following Shane's instructions, Ilya gasped. “Woah,” it is there, no room for discussion or doubt. “Magic!”
The clock on the night stand reads: 11:00PM.
Both of them are cozy in bed by this time. Already asleep on some days but apparently not tonight. Ilya lays still as he stares at the ceiling—contemplating whether he's badly craving sweets (at this time of night) or it can be a tomorrow thing.
“Ilya,” Shane whispers softly.
“I know,” he whines. “I'm going to sleep.”
A smile forms on Shane's face. He shifts in bed to face his husband. “Can you really go to sleep?”
“Okay?” Ilya asks confused.
Shane gets off the bed. He marches on to Ilya's side, lifts up the sheets and pulls him out towards the kitchen. Ilya is being led to satisfy his (almost) midnight craving of probably an ice cream if Shane had to guess.
Ilya satisfyingly sits at the dinning table. He patiently waits as Shane moves around to grab some bowl and the tub of ice cream.
“Orders up.” Shane carefully sets the bowl down.
Still grinning, Ilya pulls his husband closer for a sweet kiss. “Thank you.”
Ilya Rozanov: my summers have been more than wonderful with you here with me. You're warmer than the sun. You're sweeter than ice cream. You can still call me boring but our cottage and my life is now ten folds livelier and worth living.
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