Her Rock, Her Force
|| Sheriff Grayson x fem!reader
|| Warnings; nothing but reader being cold and Grayson bringing comfort, short drabble, winter fic
|| Summary; when reader gets home with Grayson, Grayson makes sure she's well looked after.
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Started; November 22nd
Finished; November 23rd
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The chill went straight through your body. Grayson opened the door to your home for you, giving you a soft smile as you walked past. You shivered, trying to feel the warmth of your home. Grayson closed the door behind her when she walked over to the couch. Grabbing a blanket from its surface and returning to you. You got yourself out of your winter gear, setting it aside just as Grayson placed the blanket over your shoulders. You gripped the sides and held it close. It was warm, fuzzy. Just the thing you needed.
"Thank you," you murmured to your girlfriend. She leaned down and kissed your forehead, hand resting to your cheek. You shivered at her touch and Grayson pulled back. Seeming to remember that her hands were cold.
"Sorry," the Sheriff gave you an awkward smile. You just shook your head and hugged her. Wrapping the both of you around the blanket. Her smile turned soft, Grayson's hand resting to your shoulder. Bringing you in closer while her other arm wrapped around your back. Holding you against her.
"S'okay..." You replied in a quiet tone. Grayson was known to be kind and considerate, but it's clear to anyone she was always more than that with you. You who was her rock, her force that kept her sane. She would do anything you asked of her. No matter the cost to herself. She thought about that as her gaze roamed your body. The way you trembled.
"Come." Grayson gently pulled you along, though she hardly had to. You followed her with ease. You often followed her everywhere. She brought you to the couches in the living room. Couches that sat around a fireplace. The Sheriff added some logs and paper before lighting the paper with a match she kept on the fireplace sill.
Then, Grayson walked to the couch. Holding a lit match that she used on the candles. The candles were placed on tables on either side of the couch, three per table. They didn't have to be lit. But Grayson thought that it added much to the atmosphere. She looked to you and placed a hand to your knee. Leaning forward to kiss your cheek. You leaned into her touch, relaxing at the feeling of her lips. She could bring you warmth on the coldest of days.
Her touch remained for a moment longer before Grayson moved herself away. Making you pout and whine a bit, reaching out to her and pulling her to the couch," Where are you going?"
"To get us a warm beverage." Grayson laughed at how clingy you were, appreciating the gesture. Her hand rested to your wrist of the hand that grabbed her clothing. "Darling, I'll only be a minute. Maybe three at tops."
"Fine." You grumbled, reluctantly letting her go. Grayson headed to the kitchen. Doing as she promised, making sure to only take a few minutes. It wasn't long before she returned to you with hot chocolates, yours decorated just how you liked and her own plain. Under her arm she held a book.
Grayson sat herself beside you on the couch, handing your drink to you. A low hum of thanks left your throat and you took a drink. Being careful not to burn your mouth. Grayson snuggled herself up next to you, adjusting the blanket around you both once more. Then she opened her book and began to read. She had intended on only reading to herself, but you rested your head to her shoulder. Silently reading along with her. Sitting in the comfortable silence. The only sound being that of the fireplace and the occasional turning of pages; sometimes the wind of the snow fall outside. Grayson would check to make sure you were done the page before continuing to the next. The quiet, little moments like this... where everything stood at peace. This was what love meant to you. They were your favourite moments.