Amazed (Fangs Fogarty x Reader)
Warnings; 100% pURE FLUFF
A/N; inspired by the song ‘Amazed’ by Lonestar (listen)
It was early in the morning, the sound of sparrows chirping an explicit background melody stirred you from your slumber. Rays of brightness cast squares onto your skin and reflected against several objects in the room which decorated its otherwise simplicity. Blinking a few times, as in an attempt to help your eyes adjust to your surroundings.
For a few moments, you just laid there, thinking about nothing in particular while relishing in the warmth that ran through your body like a flash flood. You turned your head to find a face that you loved dearly, sleeping so peacefully, you couldn't help but smile, he looked so innocent and pure; perfect like an angel. Some days you couldn't believe that he was yours and yours alone.
"Stop staring, it's weird." His voice was low and rough as it usually was in the early mornings, but it was one of the things you adored about him. He didn't open his eyes just yet. Instead, he nestled himself further against the pillow, trying to conserved whatever warmth was left.
"Oh, let me live, Fangs. I think it's romantic."
When he did open his beautiful, brown eyes to look at you, it was as if every ounce of breath was swiped away from your lungs floating into the air like midnight smoke. The corners of his mouth turn upward every so slightly as he leaned forward to plant a tender kiss on your lips. Every time he kissed you, it felt like the world stopped, leaving just the two of you to wander the earth together.
Every time he held your face between his hands; it felt like he was untying all of your knots. Holding you for eternity in the arms you had grown so accustomed to. This is what falling in love was like, a story you never wanted to end. For so long You had longed for it, and now You can't bare to lose it - lose this thing that makes you feel so complete.
Slowly, you trace his lip lightly with the tip of your finger. It pouts slightly, and you suddenly have such a strong urge to bite it, to kiss it, to wrap the two of you up in a quilt and listen to the sound of your gentle breaths, watching the cotton ripple like skipping stones and sharing crooked smiles.
Fangs' lip felt slightly chapped under your feather-light touches, but you just could not bring yourself to give a damn. You gaze so intently at each divot of that lip as if it could map out ancient seas and college plans and tell you everything you don't know.
And amazingly, you find yourself not wanted to look up. Because if you do, you may very well find yourself at the mercy of questioning eyes, begging, pleading to know what you were doing, what you were thinking. And you're not at liberty to say because you just do not know.
‘Do I love you?’ The question dawns on you, and yet, you cannot form an answer with your lips because you were so focused on Fangs'.
"Fangs?" You question quietly, your hand brushing gently through his hair. You could hear his low breathing as he rested his eyes again for a few moments, his body racing and falling peacefully with each breath. Your finger falls to his shoulder where his Serpent’s tattoo was and begun to trace its outline softly.
"Hmm?" He hummed softly, still keeping his eyes closed as his thumb caressed your other hand. Your eyes looked uncertain for a moment, looking all around Fangs' room until they settled back on him. Suddenly, it dawned on you as you felt your heart swell with pride, love, happiness, and joy when you looked at him.
He didn't say anything right away; instead, his eyes slowly lifted open to looking into your own, and you felt your breathing hitch in your throat. He gathered your hand in his and pulled it up to his face, places a plethora of sweet kisses on your palm, his adoring eyes never leaving your face.
