Gaz getting the first dance with farmer!reader. It's quiet on the farm, gaz sitting at the table with a cup of tea and (idk, numbers, plot plans, paper work things) as reader does something of her own across from him. The quality time is purring, comfortable doing separate work around each other. The radio playing a mix of songs, a romantic jazz or classic song plays and he's asking for her hand in a dance. They are both all smiles and giggles as they dance around the kitchen her leg hooking his hip, his hand finds her thigh, eyes lock. He's just so pretty, he deserves a sweet peach
AGAIN LET ME JUST GIVE YOU A SMOOCH THIS IS SO FHKEEKKEKTJRJRJ I AM SO FUCKING SOFT
Gaz would 100% look over bills for you
and god the look on this man’s face watching you simply just put away dishes, hips swaying to an old song that comes through the stereo in the living room, an old record Price put on before dozing on the couch
Gaz slipping up, taking your hand and spinning you around, soaking up the sound of your laughter. “Hey! I’m trying to-“
“Dance with me.” He whispers, pulling you flush against his chest and you go willingly, biting your lip. “Better not step on my toes.” You tease, wrapping your arms around his neck and his grin almost blinds you.
“I plan on sweeping you off your feet beautiful.”
