Domestic nights with your girlfriend (AU) powder!
warnings: fluff, domestic, wlw, fem!r, men dni short, not proofread
Request/inbox is open!
You were balancing on your right arm on the bed, hoisting yourself up just slightly as your other hand rested over her stomach, her shirt riding up revealing some of her soft skin. You brush your finger tips along it, dragging your acrylic nails back and forth against her skin, lulling her even more into sleep minutes by minute.
You were rambling about something, nothing too important in particular, just talking to your girlfriend she hummed, lips parted, her eyes barely open at this point, fluttering shut. Her fingers stilled against your arm, the one that was thrown over her, pausing their gentle circles. You paused, your eyes darting to her lips for second before leaning in, placing a kiss to them, hoping to stir her awake.
You did, the gentle brush of your lips on hers making her wake up. Her eyes reopened, clearing her throat and her nose with a forceful inhale. “Sorry, what did you say..?” She whispers, yawning as she snuggled up even closer to you, if that was somehow humanly possible, she was already pressed up against you. Her leg lifted underneath the covers, securing its place overtop your own.
“Are you listening to me?” You whine, kissing her cheek, brushing her short, blue hair back so you could get to more skin to love on. She nodded, shivering under the covers, clear that she wasn’t cold, yet you were rather getting to her in the best way possible, at least in her opinion.
“What was I saying then?” You challenge, and she hums, like she was actually trying to relay what you were going on and on about 5 minutes ago. In the end, she shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know, but.. something.” She responded, sleep lacing her tone as she began to grow tired again, falling asleep once more.
Just to tease her, and also annoy her, you pull yourself away, giving you enough space so that you’re able to lean down and kiss her lips again. She stirs again, groaning when she realized you were kissing her awake every time she tried to sleep. Her movements were gentle, so tired she couldn’t be anything more at the moment as she shuffled to move on top of you, pinning your wrist to the bedsheets.
“Pretty girl, please..” she starts, leaning down to kiss your lips between words, as if hoping that would fuel you so she could sleep. “I have worked all day long, by body is sore, and I just want to sleep…”
















