Pyjama Cuddles
Rob Benedict x Reader (fluff)
Word Count: 2,776
Description: You turn up at Rob's hotel door with hot cocoa. Cuddling ensues.
A/N: I pictured this being on the night before a Con starts.
This is my first RPF... I hope I have kept it as respectful and true-to-character as possible. Please give feedback - I love to hear what you think.
You stood outside Rob's room door hesitating. In each hand you held a cardboard take-out cup full of hot cocoa and the warmth seeped through the corrugated sleeves into the skin of your palms. You stared at the door. Your first thought was 'how the fuck am I gonna knock?' Your second thought was 'What if I've misread this entire thing?' You would obsessively re-check your phone for the message exchange, but you had no free hand to do so. What had he said? You sat down on the floor against the wall and carefully placed the cups down to get out your phone. 'I'm pretty tired. Think I'm just gonna chill with a movie.' 'Sounds like a good plan, I might do the same,' you had said. 'Anyone who happened to stop by with cocoa would be a hero 😉' he had added. The wink face was what got you. That was definitely an invitation, right? Or at least an indication that you showing up in your pyjamas would be happily received. Maybe.
You sighed and ran your hand through your hair.
Was this weird?
You had spent a lot of time with Rob now and would say you were definitely friends.
But now you were sat here in the thin fabric and no bra, the whole thing began to feel far more intimate than you had imagined.
At least you had your hoodie on, you thought.
You looked down at it and groaned. What were you thinking? You had thrown on your 'Louden Swain' hoodie without thinking, so now you just looked like some crazy fangirl-groupee-wannabe. Is that what he would think?
You sighed. There was only one way to find out.
You stood up and knocked, then quickly bent down to pick up the cups again.
It took a few minutes for Rob to answer the door.
He pulled it ajar and poked his head round cautiously.
He smiled when he saw it was you and pulled the door open a little more.
'Hey!' He said. His eyes crinkled in the corners and his whole face softened.
'You brought cocoa?'
'I did,' you grinned bashfully.
He came forward and stood fully in the gap in the door.
He was still dressed, wearing dark jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wore his glasses.
You had only seen them a bunch of times, but he really suited them.
He ran his hand through his messy, curly locks then held out his hand and gestured to you.
'You're ... my favourite person,' he said, looking genuinely pleased.
He fixed his eyes on yours, intense and full of sincerity.
'Thank you. I love you.'
You beamed again.
'You know, I thought it would be nice...'
He cut you off, looking you up and down.
'Are you in Pyjamas?' He asked with a teasing grin.
'Um, yeah,' you said, shifting nervously.
His smile turned into one of those comical slanted smirks while he raised one eyebrow.
'Is someone a little sleepy?'
'Someone is wondering what movie you're watching?'
He laughed and pushed the door all the way open, stepping aside.
'Come on in. I haven't picked one yet.' You hesitated. 'Is that... I mean... do you mind?' He smiled, shaking his head dismissively and ushering you in with his arm. You walked in and he turned to close the door behind you. When he turned back to you, you handed him one of the cups. He took it from you and held it up with a nod in thanks. He pointed with his other hand to the bed. 'Take a pew,' he said, turning to the TV to turn it on. He had this kind of excited energy about his movements you hadn't expected to see when he claimed to be tired. Maybe you really had brightened his night. You shuffled over to the bed and placed your cocoa down on the side. You sat down on the edge of the bed gingerly. You glanced at him. He seemed happy enough and not weirded out. He picked up the remote and walked over to the other side of the bed, carefully putting both the remote and his cup down on the side. He gave you a cheeky grin then jumped and threw himself heavily onto the bed, making you judder and bounce with the mattress. You giggled and it must have been infectious because Rob started giggling too. 'Get over here,' he said, patting the bed next to him. You shrugged and swung your legs around, resting your back against the headboard. You rearranged the pillow and fidgeted a bit While Rob flipped through Channels. You suddenly felt incredibly self conscious. How should you sit? Was it rude to get too comfy? Was it more rude not to? Were you too close? You crossed your legs and shoved your hands in your hoodie pouch, then shuffled around again. You realised Rob had stopped and was watching you. You looked up at him to see he was smiling softly again. There was a real affection in the set of his features. 'What?' You asked. He quickly looked down at his lap and ran his fingers through his hair again. His words tumbled from his mouth in staccato. 'Nothing. I just... you just...you're,' he exhaled sharply. 'I'm glad you came over.' He seemed unable to stop grinning and it spread to you. 'Good. I was worried it would be weird.' He shook his head. 'No - what? No. Not at all. You're... hey,' he said, his head tilting. He reached towards you and took a piece of your hoodie in his fingers, stretching it slightly to smooth out the logo. He touched your boob by accident, but you didn't say anything. 'You're wearing your Louden Swain hoodie,' he grinned at you. You blushed and gave a nervous laugh. 'Oh god. Sorry. I feel like such a fan girl.' 'No I love it,' he said, that gorgeous smile still lighting up His face. He hadn't taken his eyes off you. 'I'm serious.' He looked down now. 'My music is important to me, and it means a lot that you like it so much.' There was a long pause before either of you spoke again, and he just fixed you with those blue eyes. He looked down suddenly at his hand still holding the fabric of your hoodie and let go. 'Sorry,' he mumbled. 'I held on for too long, didn't I?' 'It's fine,' you said and laughed. He ran his hand through his hair again, but you noticed his hand was shaking slightly. He fidgeted a little, seeming to forget the task at hand. He was nervous, you realised. Having seemed so confident and relaxed before, being this close to you and thinking he had overstepped had made him doubt himself.
You briefly wondered if you should leave and let him have his own space. The last thing you wanted to do was get him worked up in what was supposed to be his downtime. He tapped his hand awkwardly on his leg. You placed your hand on top of his and he turned to you. You looked into his eyes. 'Rob. It's ok.' You interlaced your fingers with his. 'I'm a tactile person. None of this arms-length crap.' You felt him exhale and relax again. He nodded with a smile. 'Thanks,' he said, then reached his other hand over to get the remote, not wanting to move his hand from yours. 'So, any preference?' He added, moving the conversation on. 'I'm easy,' you shrugged. Rob paused, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile like he was trying not to laugh. He brought his hand to his face, rubbing at his beard and trying to decide whether to say something or not. You realised what you'd said. 'No, I mean... I mean I don't mind what movie...' he was laughing now. 'Shut up,' you laughed. 'Is that why you came over here?' He giggled. 'Oh, fuck off,' you smiled, taking your hand from his and shoving him over by his shoulder. 'I definitely don't have the energy for any of that tonight.' He pulled himself upright again and looked at you laughing while you blushed. 'Just shut up and pick a film, dickhead,' you said, squeezing just above his knee. 'Alright, alright,' he said, selecting a channel on the TV and placing the remote down again. You both reached over and picked up your cocoa to take a sip. When you sat back with it, your shoulder was touching his, your arm pressed up against him. He seemed to be tucking his arms into his side awkwardly, not quite sure how much personal space you wanted to share. So you shuffled a little closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder.
He seemed to relax again and slid his arm across the small of your back against the pillow. His fingers curved round your hip. You sighed with contentment. 'Is that ok?' He said softly, resting his cheek against your head. You weren't sure to which action he was referring. You smiled. 'Yeah.' So you settled in to watch the film, sipping your cocoa and blinking rapidly to stop your eyelids dropping. You couldn't entirely fight it, though, and only realised you had been falling asleep when your head slipped off Rob's shoulder and you jolted awake, gripping your cup to make sure you didn't drop it. 'Are you alright?' Rob laughed. You sat up and drained your drink. 'Yeah I'm just... no I mean I'm awake,' you tried to convince him and yourself. Rob raised his eyebrow with a smile. 'We can stop if you need to go to bed?' 'No!' You said too quickly. 'No, I'm fine. This is nice. I'm happy staying here with you.' You reached over and placed your empty cup on the side. 'If you're happy for me to, of course,' you added, studying his face for signs that he wasn't. He smiled affectionately, looking into your eyes. 'Of course. I'd like that.' He looked down. 'You're very cute when you're sleepy.'
You shrugged with a grin, then shuffled back up to him and slid your arms around him, nuzzling your head between his shoulder and neck. He pulled you into him, his hand again curving round your hip. But this time his fingers slipped underneath the fabric of your pyjama top and connected with bare skin. You didn't say anything. He lightly stroked your skin, warm fingers brushing tenderly. He must have felt your heart rate increase but didn't mention it. He just planted a small kiss on the top of your head. You were definitely more awake now, trying to catch up on what you missed in the film. You were getting the gist, but wouldn't trust your version of what was going on if you were honest. You were much more interested in the sensation of Rob's warmth against your face and the steady rise and fall of his chest. Your head started to slip down again so you readjusted yourself to rest against his chest. It was only then you noticed his heartbeat was a little faster than it should be too. Wordlessly, rob began to stroke your hair ever so gently and you let out what can only be described as a little purr. A chuckle rumbled in his chest. 'My little kitten,' he said, a warm smile in his voice. You huffed a laugh into his chest then sat up slightly. 'No, that's when I start padding against your tummy,' you said, pushing the flats of your hands against his stomach like a cat would. He raised his eyebrows at you then laughed - no - giggled in that way only Rob could. It made you feel like the funniest person he'd ever met. You buried your head into his stomach again and he rested his hand on your head. 'Hold on,' he said, tapping your head. 'Sit up for a sec.' You sat up and he started to undo his belt. You looked at him with a quizzical smile.
'Calm down,' he grinned. 'My belt's just digging in.' He pulled his belt out from the loops and dropped it on the floor to the side. You tried to stop yourself but you giggled. 'Hey, why don't you change if you're uncomfortable?' You said. 'Nah, it's fine. Just the belt,' he dismissed. You shrugged and took your place again, cuddled up to his stomach. You stretched out your legs behind you, lying in your stomach diagonally across the bed. 'My toes are cold. Wish I'd worn socks,' you grumbled. 'Stick 'em under the sheets, then,' Rob said. You slid your feet just under the covers before realising you were now actually IN his bed. You nuzzled your face into his thighs, your top and hoodie now riding up and exposing the bare skin of your waist. With only a second's hesitation, Rob moved his hand onto your waist and rested it there. He was warm against you. He must have realised you weren't even bothering with the film anymore, but he just held you and realised how comfortable and relaxed you must be as your chest rose and fell steadily. He stroked your hair with his other hand. You only felt yourself stirring from your sleep when Rob carefully shifted, lifting your head from his lap and swinging his legs out. He placed you gently back down and stood up. Your consciousness swirled about your head in a haze and your limbs felt heavy, so you stayed where you were. The bed was warm where his legs had been and you smiled, snuggling down. You were aware of the noise from the TV stopping and some shuffling about. After a few minutes, you felt the mattress sink. His hand came gently onto your back and you realised this was the part where he asked you to leave and you had to drag yourself up and stumble your way back to your room. He swept your hair from your face and stroked the back of his fingers against your cheek. He said your name softly. You sighed and your eyes fluttered open.
You rolled into your side to look up at him. He was smiling down at you, his wavy hair all messed up. He was now wearing a blue t-shirt and matching checked pyjama pants. He looked so good you wanted you pull him down and cuddle him. You rubbed your eyes. 'I guess I should go,' you said, not masking the disappointment and lack of motivation for this action. Rob shook his head. 'Nah, I can't turf you out when you look so cute and comfy. Just budge up so I got room.' He lightly pushed you on your ribs with a cheeky smile. You shuffled over, burrowing yourself deeper under the covers. You shivered at the change of temperature. 'It's cold over here,' you groaned, curling up into a ball. Rob slid under the covers and lay propped up on his side. 'You'll soon warm up. You shouldn't sleep in a hoodie, though. You'll overheat.' You looked at him with puppy eyes. He sighed, an affectionate smile taking over his face. 'I'll keep you warm.' You grinned and shuffled about pulling your hoodie over your head without sitting up. You got a bit tangled up, so Rob helped you out. He used one hand to hold your shirt down and preserve your dignity, and the other to untangle the fabric and pull it over your head. He looked at it with a smile before throwing it into the chair across the room. 'My little fan girl,' he muttered. You shivered and hugged yourself as the cold air hit your arms. You let out a small, exaggerated whimper. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. 'Come here. Roll over,' he said and you did, lying on your side facing away from him. He lay down and pressed himself against your back, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you closer to him. His warmth flooded into you as you shivered. 'I got you,' he murmured into your ear. He pulled the duvet up over you both and wrapped his arm around you again. His thumb rested on the bottom of your breast. It didn't take long at all before you had stopped shivering and relaxed into Rob's warm embrace. Sleep began to fog over your brain. Before it took you completely, you uttered the words 'thank you.' He squeezed you and kissed your neck. 'You're welcome,' he whispered. And you both drifted off into a peaceful, cocoa-filled sleep lying happily in each other's arms.
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