fluff, allusion to but no actual spice, use of nicknames literally once. not proof read and no word count on this one just know it’s very short n sweet 🤍
i miss my little cowboy show.. so here’s a small domestic glimpse into a untitled little fic world i have in my head! maybe one day i’ll write it all down and hit post.
dust floated soundlessly through the single stream of sunlight peaking through the curtains. the cold montana winter wind whistled across the windows as you stretched carefully. the firm arm wrapped snug around your waist squeezing carefully in response caused you to smile.
“was wonderin’ when you were gonna wake up.” kayce’s voice was still rough with sleep. speaking gently, almost afraid of bursting the bubble you two shared happily.
“says the guy who could sleep through a hurricane.”
“we live in a landlocked state, baby. don’t have to worry about those here.” he sighed as he moved to press a tender kiss the the skin behind your ear and you shook your head.
smart ass.
“you love my ass.” okay so you did say that out loud.
“in those cowboy cuts?” you turn around to face him, his hand never leaving your bare waist in the process “what’s not to love.” your eyes finally met his and you felt that familiar tug in your heart.
you brought your hand up to brush a piece of hair off his forehead before resting your hand against his cheek.
“we really should get up..” the tips of your fingers brushed against the stubble there as you pressed yourself into him ever so slightly. kayce craned his head down gently, his lips brushing against yours briefly before capturing your soft lips between his slightly rougher ones.
“five more minutes.” he mumbled against you, a smile spreading across his face when you hummed in agreement.
the two of you weren’t leaving the bed anytime soon.
