Rooster cuddling you in his strong arms that you love after a rough day and whispering sweet nothings to you all night and caressing your body gently ?
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Not knowing the difference in velocity of an African or European unladen swallow
This was a Bradley x Reader request, but I did not use Y/N.
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One thing Bradley loved after a long day was coming home and curling up next to your smaller frame. He would sit on the couch, pull you into his lap, and instantly find himself relaxing. On the days you had a bad day, you would crawl into his lap and bury yourself into his side, your face hidden in his neck. But on the days like today, when you both had a rough day, you would skip the couch and move to the king-size bed. Tonight was one of those days. He helped you change into one of his old UVA tees while he changed into a pair of gym shorts and forwent a shirt.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He whispered as he caressed your cheek lovingly. You let out a heavy sigh as you find yourself melting in his arms. You never realized you had a thing for arms before meeting Bradley. Now you would find nearly any excuse to wrap yourself around them or to be wrapped in those arms. He found it absolutely adorable when you would wrap yourself around them like a little sloth.
“Why can’t we do this all day?” You mutter into his shoulder, making him chuckle.
“It might be a bit of a tight fit in the jet, baby. I know you are smaller than me, but still. It’s already a little snug in there. And you know Penny’s rule, no aviators behind the bar. Plus, I don’t think she would like it if you hung onto me instead of working as much as I would love to do this all the time.” He says as he tilts your chin up to kiss your lips. You let out a grunt and snuggle closer to him, making him smile against your lips.
“That’s my girl. Tell you what, I promise to always be here to snuggle after a bad day. And if I am deployed, I will give you extra snuggles before I leave and even more when I get back.” He whispers into your hair as you hum in agreeance. You can’t help but smile as he lazily draws random shapes along your hips and thighs as he hums to himself. With years of being with Bradley, you learned his love language was touch. He may look tall and intimidating to some, but you knew if you caressed his cheek or brushed your fingers through his curls, he’d practically turn to goo and wrap you up even more in his arms. Something you used to your advantage far more than you probably should. When you were wrapped in his embrace, he would whisper sweet nothings, making you feel like you were falling in love all over again with the number of butterflies in your stomach.
“What are you thinking about, pretty girl? Hmm? You have a cute little smile on your face.” You look up into his warm chocolate-colored eyes and grin, which makes his grin widen. “I love your smile, baby. You know, it was the first thing I noticed that night we met at the Hard Deck? I think…no, I know I fell in love right then and there. Poor Penny had to deal with one 6’1 aviator acting like a love-sick puppy distracting her best bartender. I couldn’t help it, but every time you looked at me, I felt like the luckiest bastard in the room.” You giggle at his confession, even though you remember that night, he had heard you humming Elton John’s Crocodile Rock when you were working behind the bar. So the first song he played on the piano that night was just that. He was so glad he picked that song because the second you heard the first notes, you perked up, and he gave you the biggest smile making your knees nearly give out. You didn’t hesitate when he asked for your number later that night. And it was the best decision ever. Here you were four years later, happily married to the man.
“Love you, Roo.” You whisper as he gently kisses you. You giggle when you hear him humming Crocodile Rock under his breath as his fingers dance over your bare thighs, gently pulling you closer.
“Love you too, baby. I will always love you, even if you were a worm.” That last bit made you snort because the other night, Javy’s girlfriend asked if he would still love her if she was a worm, and the man was so confused. But at the same time, freaking out because he hated worms. The man would still be confused if it hadn’t been for Bob explaining it was a joke.
“That’s good to know for the future.” You giggle as he tickles your side with a laugh.
“I’d love you even if you turned me into a newt, baby!” He laughed, making you laugh more as he referenced your favorite Monty Python movie.
“Well, you would get better! Would you still love me if I didn’t know the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?” You stage whisper, making him snort.
“Depends. Are you talking about an African or European swallow?” When you shrug and tell him that you don’t know, he playfully picks you up and drops you onto the mattress, making you giggle. “Sorry honey, but not knowing is such a dealbreaker!” He laughs before leaning down to kiss you again. Without fail, your bad day will turn around the moment you are wrapped in Bradley’s arms, and he will have you forget all about it as he whispers sweet nothings and silly little inside jokes. You wouldn’t trade this man for the damn universe, and you know he feels the same.
