mornings
Pairing: firefighter Noah x female reader
Warnings: none, only very self indulgent and touch deprived author, and it's not proofread, upsie
firefighter!noah masterlist or can be read as a standalone
words: 773
dividers by @silent-stories
Your eyes opened just when Noah opened the door, the clock showing 7:28 in the morning.
Either the next shift came in early or Noah speed drove home to you.
Oblivious tobedroom the fact that you’re awake, Noah moved slowly around the room to not wake you up.
First he connected his phone to the white charger that had been laying there since the moment he left 24 hours ago, then he carefully moved the blinds to hide the morning sun that somehow managed to slip inside and then, finally, he walked towards the bed. Towards you.
You looked at his face when he lifted his blanket, carefully not to make any sudden moves that could wake you, and saw the dark circles under his eyes. So tired, his head still at the station, he didn’t even notice you looking up at him.
“Hey baby.” you whispered into the dark.
“Did I wake you up?” he finally looked at you, his brows furrowed as he still hovered over the bed, blanket in his hand.
“No.” which was true. You were up before he arrived home, rolling around and waiting for his arrival. “You tired?” you mumbled against the pillow.
“Yeah.” he said with a long sigh before he finally sat down on the mattress.
“Come here.” you lifted your blanket and patted the empty space next to you.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Noah abandoned his blanket and scooted under yours, his arms immediately wrapping around you.
A satisfied hum left his lips while he moved around to find the most comfortable position. You waited until he stopped and then tucked the blanket under his side, turning you both in a blanket burrito.
His leg found a way between your thighs as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.
“Missed you.” he mumbled against your skin.
“I missed you more.” you confessed and then kissed his forehead.
You love mornings like this. Just as much you hate him leaving, knowing what his job is, you love him returning home, to you, and those slow mornings full of cuddles and small touches.
“Mhmm no.” he shook his head, tickling you with his hair and then planted a kiss to your collar bone.
You only chuckled at that, knowing there’s no point in fighting with him, because he’s seconds away from falling asleep.
You felt him relax in your arms, something that still made your heart beat faster. He feels safe with you.
Noah’s warm breath tickled your sensitive skin, but you didn’t dare to move as you noticed the way his chest slowed down with the movements and his grip on you eased up a bit.
“I got you.” with that you started tracing your fingers over his back.
Random shapes with an occasional heart that he can’t notice, you continued to drag your nails up and down his back. Your other hand was holding his head in place, as if he might pull away.
You felt his hand pull your tshirt up, just under your boobs, and then he pulled you even closer. You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach at the skin to skin contact. You will never get used to that, the way his soft skin fits just perfectly against yours, how he melts into you instantly, how the fabric covers only a few inches of your skin.
You didn’t even notice it, but you stopped moving your hand, but Noah sure did as he made an unapproving sound and mumbled “More please.” which earned him another forehead kiss.
“Sorry.” you chuckled and continued the movement.
You heard his breathing slow down and his body went heavier in your head.
Your hand moved to his face, trying to move away the crease on his forehead with delicate touches.
“Tough shift?” you asked, not sure if you’d get a reply.
“Yeah.” that was the only thing you needed to know. Not that you wouldn’t cuddle him to sleep anyway, but sometimes it was needed a little bit.
“I love you.” you whispered.
“I love you, pretty girl.” that was the last night he said before he fell asleep.
You continued tracing your fingers over his face, careful not to wake him up.
His chin was covered with a few days of stubble, but still he looked so boyish. You used your fingers to move the hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear and then you started scratching his head.
His breath got even, his body fully relaxed and like that, with the love of your life in your arms, you fell back to sleep again.
This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.
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