𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 ╱ chris dixon
chris dixon x fem!oc
summary: the morning after a sleep over with chris. content: fluff, slightly suggestive, light banter, crushing!chris, friends to lovers. notes: based on north by clairo! (mostly the first part of the song)
Sunlight seeped through the lace curtain's dainty gaps, casting a focus of warmth across Chris' face, his eyes slowly opening at the newfound brightness.
His arms were wrapped around the girl's waist, one leg stretched outwards, resting on her knee, and the other right under her thigh. The familiar vanilla-esque scent lingered in the air around her, drawing him in further.
Moving his leg off her knee and under her thigh where his other leg was, he listened to the steady pattern of her breathing, feeling it on his arm as her tummy expanded and contracted. He moved her hair to the side carefully so that he wouldn't wake her up.
She shifted, letting out a soft grunt as she swivelled, before dozing off again, head buried into the pillow. Chris smiled amusedly, loosening his arms around her and lifting the fallen strap back onto her shoulder.
An alarm suddenly blared, violently jolting Sofia out of her bliss. Another alarm rang through the room like a prolonged migraine, coming from her desk.
"What the fuck." She cried out, lifting her head off her pillow as if she had just woken up in one of her nightmares, shoving her face back in, and wrapping the pillow around her ears.
"Turn that off." She flailed her arm out, her voice muffled.
"What? Sorry, I can't hear you." Chris spoke exaggeratedly over the noise, letting out a chuckle as she groaned in annoyance.
He got out of the bed regardless, quickly realising that the joy of ragebait wasn't worth having to hear the deafening beeps any longer.
"I hate your iPad alarm, it's too loud, as if an alarm on just your phone isn't enough!" He complained, forcefully tapping the stop button and looking over to where she was, now sitting upright with her back against the headboard.
Slipping back under the warm blanket, he pulled it over his bare chest, missing Sofia's subtle disappointment.
"I'm never turning my alarms on ever again." She stated, shuddering dramatically.
Chris threw his head back in laughter, shaking his head.
He gave her a look that was so gentle.
"What?" She raised her eyebrows, trying to ignore how she was nervous and couldn't tell him why.
"Nothing." He looked away, feeling his face go warm, and pretended to glance over to the bedside table for his phone.
Taking the phone in his hands, he turned back. The idea of checking it was entirely forgotten, letting it drop onto his lap, as a smile tugged at his lips at the sight of Sofia's face. Her lips were pouty with sleep, and her eyes drooped warningly.
He casually placed a warm hand on her thigh, squeezing it in his direction as a hint for her to scoot closer.
She shuffled herself a few inches closer, hyperaware of every minuscule movement his fingers made in the process.
"You're freezing, Sof." He tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing in concern.
He rubbed his hand up and down her thigh, hoping the friction would warm her up. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"I guess I am." She managed to get out. If she was feeling a little sleepy before, this diminished any chance she had of falling back asleep.
"I have to leave soon." He piped up, reading through his stack of messages that he was most likely not going to reply to.
"Thank goodness, mate." Sofia snorted, secretly wanting him to stay.
Chris flashed her a sarcastic smile, looking rather offended.
"Shut up, I was about to make you some hot chocolate, but now I don't want to." He huffed, taking his hand off her thigh to cross his arms.
"You're such a liar!" She started with a bark of laughter, "You were absolutely not about to do anything."
"Sofia, I'm serious!" He sulked, placing his hand on his hip, "If you could see my thoughts, you'd know."
This only amplified her hysterical laughter, though it was forced to come to a stop after transforming into a coughing fit.
Chris shook his head at her, fingertips dawdling on her back even after the coughing had stopped.
She shivered, "How the bloody hell are you not freezing, Chris?" She pointed at his bare chest, doing her very best to tear her eyes away.
"Alright, Ron Weasley." He sassed moodily.
Sofia burst out laughing, turning around and crossing her legs so that she was sitting opposite him. She held his face in her hands softly, pulling him into a hug.
Melting into it immediately, Chris wrapped his arms around her waist once again, pulling her onto his lap with ease.
"So warm." She whispered, sighing happily.
"Am I being used as a heater?" He arched a brow, pulling out of the hug. She was now, with her legs somehow still crossed, on his lap and facing him.
She nodded, hovering her hands over his abs as if it were a fire, placing her hands down onto his skin, rotating between her palms and the back of her hand.
He yelped at the sub-zero temperature, catching her wrists in his hands and making her laugh. She got off him, uncrossing her legs to stand up.
"Don't you have to leave soon?" She wondered, remembering what he had mentioned a few moments earlier.
"After I make us some hot chocolate." He winked exaggeratedly, "It is my own shoot, so I can't truly be late."
"You're so stupid." She rolled her eyes, picking his shirt up from the floor, launching it at his head, and cheering as it landed on his face.
He peeled it off his face and stood up, "Say your goodbyes, Sof." He closed his eyes, pointing to his torso.
"Ew." She grimaced, earning a hearty chuckle from the blonde man.
Chris placed his hands on her shoulders, leading her back towards her bed, and pushing her onto it with a light nudge.
"Wha-"
He placed his finger against her lips, silencing her with a whispered, "Shhh."
Sofia looked left and right, blinking rapidly, unsure of what was going on.
Catching onto her expression, he became flustered, pulling his hands away from her and standing upright.
"Sorry! I wanted to go and make the hot chocolate." He stumbled over his words.
Sofia looked at him as if he were joking, quickly realising he was dead serious, she scoffed bemusedly.
"That is not what it seemed like." She admitted, leaning back on her elbows and looking up at him.
He peeled his eyes away from her and nodded awkwardly, walking backwards to the door. Giving her a salute, which he regretted instantly, he made his way to her kitchen.
She shook her head, smiling to herself.
Her jaw nearly dropped when she took a look at the time, it was only seven in the morning. Deciding Chris would take long enough for her to nap, but not long enough for her to shower just yet, she got in her bed one last time.
The door creaked open, rousing Sofia instantly. She watched as Chris carried two mugs in, his tongue poked out the corner of his mouth in focus.
Deeming the hot chocolate too hot for immediate consumption, she took a quick shower, ignoring Chris' smug face after she drank the now lukewarm chocolate.
"You're going to be so late, and you haven't even showered." She held her nose and stuck her tongue out in mock disgust.
"Okay, number one, you've only just showered. Number two, I factored that in with the time I have to get back to mine." He flipped his imaginary long hair, causing a few curls to flick upwards in the most comical way.
"Are you lying?"
"How on earth did you know?"
"I could smell the lie on you."
"Right."
She giggled, "Fuck, I'm hilarious." She sighed dreamily.
Sofia made her bed while Chris had a shower, taking the two mugs back to her kitchen and bracing herself for the pile of dishes from last night, along with the ones Chris would have used.
To her delight, not a single dirty dish was left in the sparkling sink, all of them were dried and put back in their respective places.
She pouted. A wave of appreciation overcame her, motivating her to make breakfast for both of them. By that, she meant having the thought of whipping up something out of a Michelin Star restaurant, then putting Lidl croissants in the oven. Alongside a handful of her favourite berries, and green olives.
Once the croissants were in the oven, she went back into her room to grab her phone, noticing Chris was out of the shower and changed.
She verbally and physically swatted him away after thinking he was about to sit down on her freshly made bed, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly when she realised he was on the phone and not about to sit down.
She panicked at the smell of something burning, sprinting to turn the oven off. Relief washed over her as only a small section on one of the croissants was burnt.
Taking the croissant that got burnt out, she tore off the burnt part, leaving the perfectly golden one in the oven to stay warm.
Scrolling through Netflix was bound to take ages, so she decided to finally catch up on replying to all the TikToks her friends had sent, that had accumulated outrageously in the one month of not having the app.
"Sof! Sofia? Sorry that phone call took ages. Where are you? Oh." Chris stood at the door of the kitchen, finally locating her.
"Uh, yeah." She murmured distractedly, turning her head in his direction without looking up.
"What are you looking at?" He plopped himself into the seat across from her, eyeing up the half-eaten croissant on her plate.
"Yeah." She waved him off, not looking up from her screen.
Chris gave her a strange look before a smirk formed on his face at a thought.
"I accidentally broke your bed."
"Okay."
"I threw your favourite lamp out the window."
"That's good."
"I'm pregnant."
"That's nice, Chris."
He glanced at her quizzically, shrugging and stealing a strawberry from her plate, popping the whole thing in his mouth and reaching for her croissant next.
"Hey! Yours is in the oven." She finally looked up, alarmed, "When the hell did you even get here?"
Chris protruded his head in sheer shock, truly not knowing what to say to her. He got up to head to the oven, observing the strange routine she seemed to be carrying out, eating his croissant while stood away at a safe distance.
Her phone was set on the table now, her finger rapidly clicked on the side, then held it down for around 30 seconds, before typing away and repeating the process.
After he finished his croissant, he decided that he was officially worried about whatever was going on with Sofia.
"Sof." He started, taking a few steps towards her, peering over to see what she was doing.
"Yes!" She fist-pumped the air, turning her phone off, turning to the sides to crack her back, along with her neck and then fingers, "I'm done!"
"Done with...?" He waited for her to answer, having never been so confused in his entire life.
"I was replying to TikToks. Remember that month I deleted it?" She explained.
"Right." He nodded slowly, not understanding how that warranted anything she was doing.
"Thanks for cleaning up earlier, by the way." She gave him a smile, "You little cutie pie." She added teasingly.
Chris rolled his eyes, "Don't say thanks, it's literally the least I could do. Also don't call me little cutie pie!"
"I'm downloading Twitter and calling you out on being so controlling." She joked.
"Good luck with that." He chuckled, "My producer already heard you yell and hit me."
"Don't say it like that!" Sofia scolded him, alarmed, "I really am sorry! If I knew you were on a call, I wouldn't have done anything."
"So if there were no calls, you would have?" He enquired, though the answer was as clear as day.
"Obviously. The bed was freshly made, Christopher." She answered, as if it were the simplest question in the world.
"Shit, I actually need to get going now." He slapped his leg and stood up, rushing over to put his shoes and jacket on.
"Don't miss me too much!" She called out, quickly looking for something.
"I won't!"
He would.
"Don't miss me too much." He retaliated, wondering why she was still inside.
"Oh, you wish!"
He did.
Sofia finally emerged with a box of seashell chocolate, "Take this with you as an apology."
"Aw. Thank you, Sof, but it's okay, my producer just laughed it off."
"I meant as an apology to whoever you're late for!" She laughed, shaking her head at him.
"Oh." His ears went pink, "Right." He cleared his throat.
Sofia laughed, securing her arms around his neck to hug her friend goodbye, one hand in the back of his hair. Chris found her waist immediately, pressing her closer to him.
"Maybe I don't have to go." Chris suggested faintly.
Sofia immediately pulled away, flashing him her best unimpressed look, that she tried to maintain even through the cheeky look he was giving her.
"Rude." He groaned, before sighing reluctantly and giving her a dramatically miserable look over his shoulder.
faye's corner heyeyeyyey!!! first time writing here feeling #nervous 😶🌫️😇 i've only skimmed through for any mistakes so if you spot anything no you didn't?? wdym?? 🧏♀️😁 mega apologies if anyone feels like i haven't written chris accurately #mybad some parts might sound a bit strange where i tried to sneak the lyrics in...
also i was kinda confused on exactly what to put for the summary and content part if you couldn't tell lmaoo💆♀️ ANYWAY i hope you're all having a great day/night!! xx