summary. austin and you spend a day at the pool... or something like that.
starring. austin butler x wife!reader
tags & warnings. established marriage, age gap, brat!reader, lovestruck!austin, sexual tension, shameless flirting, humor, romance.
word count. 0.7k
note. in honor of those photos of austin in a pool... he would carry you around in his pocket if he could.
you don't like the sun. you don't like the hot feeling on your skin that puts you in a bad mood, or the pinkish hue your shoulders and cheeks develop when you feel even the slightest warmth. austin says he finds it adorable. but of course, the sun and heat never seem to bother austin at all.
it's baffling.
"there you are." austin smiles when he sees you arrive at the empty pool, walking under every scrap of shade you can find. "i thought you weren't coming."
you don't miss the way he looks at you; his blue eyes scan you from head to toe, and you see him smack his lips like the scoundrel he is when he's alone with you, but this time you ignore it because, when you get to austin, you notice he literally chose the spot where the sun beats down directly.
you look at austin. you look at the sun. you look back at austin.
"couldn't you have found a sunnier spot?"
austin is still reclining on the lounge chair, completely relaxed, as if the sun weren't trying to cook every living thing within a ten-kilometer radius.
"i considered it." he says with complete seriousness. "but the other chairs are occupied."
"there's no one here!" you almost shout, throwing your arms up.
"actually, it was just an excuse to see you in a bikini." he looks at you, tilting his head. "you look really pretty like that."
you narrow your eyes at him. "...how cheeky." you finally say, crossing your arms over your chest.
the sun is scorching your back, and you're about to complain, but then austin gives you that slow smile that always leaves you speechless, and the words die in your throat. you take a moment to look at him; his strong, broad chest, his defined abs, and those arms...
"come here."
you blink. austin has a hand extended toward you.
"i have homework." you lie. not to annoy him, but to make him insist. you like it when he insist.
he stares at you, his lips slightly parted. then he blinks, and his lips curve gently upward before a soft laugh escapes his throat.
"no, you don't. you finished it on the plane."
"well, now i have more." you raise an eyebrow. "actually, i think i should go back to palm springs."
austin sighs dramatically, as if you're the one being difficult. honestly, you are, but you both know it's a game. austin really likes playing cat and mouse, anyway.
he sits up, reaches out to you, and before you can protest, pulls you between his legs.
"stop acting like a brat. i'm not kidnapping you." the tone he uses is serious, almost annoyed, but his eyes are fixed on you and his hands on your legs are sliding higher and higher.
you know he's not annoyed.
"you brought me to the desert."
"i brought you to a five-star hotel."
"in the desert."
"with a pool."
"in the desert!"
"baby, it's new york!" he says, raising his voice slightly, though almost immediately a short laugh escapes him. "you know i don't like leaving you home alone."
actually, yes, you do know. austin is quite protective of you, and if leaving you alone isn't absolutely necessary, then he doesn't leave you alone. he treats you like you're gold in his hands, or something too fragile to neglect for even a second. some of your friends say it's weird; you think having your husband obsessed with you is a real win in life.
you look at him silently for a moment. finally, you sigh and place your hands on his bare shoulders.
"are you going in the pool?"
he blinks, a little confused by your question.
"no."
you slide your hands up, gently running your fingers through his hair.
"what if we go back to the room and you fuck me until i stop complaining?" you ask, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes.
austin, far from being surprised by your words—he would never be surprised by what he himself taught you, it would be too hypocritical—laughs openly, his eyes lovingly gazing at your face.
