Softest David ever
The rain isn’t hard. It’s faint, and calming as it lightly taps against the window of Angel and Davids dimly let bedroom. Two vanilla candles burn on the opposite night stands. Angels side of the bed is messy. Their pillow is nowhere to be seen. But that’s fine, David’s chest is just as comfortable. A very tipsy Angel, and David enter their room after a long night of partying with the pack. Angels hair is messy, and it’s clear they partied harder than anyone in the building. It’s also apparent that David was the designated driver, his eyes sunken in from having to rally together a herd of 3 drunk wolves, 3 vamps, a stealth with a knack for scaring people and two unempowered’s who would party until the building collapsed if you let them.
Angel, clearly still feeling like a party animal, is found standing on the bed, singing a song that was near impossible to understand. David laughs to himself, gently wrapping his arms around his fiancé’s waist.
“Angel, careful . . you’re gonna get yourself hurt”
He pulls them down softly, making sure they were standing steadily on the floor before bringing a hand up to brush Angel’s hair from their face. Angel plants sloppy kisses on David’s cheeks, earning a soft blush and a barely restrained smile.
“You’re cute. . ” Angel mutters against David’s chest.
They stand quietly for a moment before soft snores start to fill the silence. David looks down, finding his sleeping partner. He lets out a soft sigh before picking them up bridal style and gently lying them on his side of the bed, letting them use his pillow since he couldn’t find theirs.
“You’re cuter . . little snot” He mumbles against their forehead before kissing the tip of their nose and blowing out the candles on the nightstands.
