it's cool outside. the wind's sweeping across your face but his presence alone warms you up. dark skies and soft brushes, a faint glow from his cigarette surrounding him in an aura. the sound of the wind and your breaths are the only sounds around. he holds it so delicately in his fingers, teasingly blowing the smoke into your face with a smirk. you scrunch your nose in response though you're not mad about it. you've grown accustomed to the smell. you're comforted by it. it reminds you of him.
he gently raises his hand, offering the cig to you. it's warmer than usual from the heat of his touch. you raise it to your lips and smile innocently before blowing the smoke at his face like he did with you. he laughs at the gesture, turning his head to the side. he wraps his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you into him and placing a kiss on your temple. you nuzzle into the space between his neck and shoulder, breathing in the smell of his cologne. the night remains quiet, nothing but the hums and giggles from each other as you continue sharing the cigarette.
→ sum: after returning home for tour, rob asks you to read your favorite book to him.
→ contains: fluff, some teasing, shakespeare quotes
→ length: 0.5k (another blurb sorry)
a/n: got inspired and wrote this one the other night. remember to like and reblog if you enjoyed! <3
you lay in bed, bundled up in a mountain of blankets to shield yourself from the cold air. the muffled sound of water pattering from rob's shower fill the air as you flip through your book. it was the first night in a while that the two of you had to yourselves since the tour ended. when he got back to your place, he greeted you at the door with a smile and embraced you for the first time in what felt like ages.
you were too invested in the words in front of you to hear rob turn off the water and enter the bedroom. "what are you reading?" he asks, ruffling his hair with a towel as he leans on the doorframe. you look up from the book, "Hamlet." he hums in response and turns back to walk into the bathroom.
you close the book and run your finger along the spine, feeling the textured edge. it was the copy rob had gotten you for your birthday. you remember how he shyly handed it to you, muttering something about being awful at gifts. when you opened it, you were met with a note reading:
"Doubt thou the stars are fire. Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar. But never doubt I love."
you told him it was the best gift anyone had ever given you.
you feel the weight next to you shift and smell his shampoo and cologne as he joins you under the sheets. "im starting to think you love prince hamlet more than me, my dear" you giggle as he nuzzles into your neck, his mullet tickling your skin.
"maybe i do" you tease. "i mean he's a prince after all—" he scoffs in annoyance, "yeah, and he's also fucking crazy." "and you aren't?" you question, smiling at the pout he gives you. "i'm only joking, my love" you console and lean down to kiss him soft lips.
he lies back, resting his head on your chest, watching as you return to your book. "read it to me" he murmured, his voice catching in the blankets around the two of you. "you want me to read you hamlet?" he nods "it's your favorite book, and I've never read it before myself, so why not" he says nonchalantly. you stare at him for a bit before opening the play to where you had left off.
"what a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god, the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals. and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so"
he's so entranced by the sound of your voice. it's soft and sweet, yet filled with passion as you read the text. he looks up at you in adoration, admiring your focused on the book in front of you—the book he gave you. he feels his eyelids slowly grow heavy as your melodic voice lulls him into a sleep he can't escape.
you continue reading for a while before you realize he'd fallen asleep, giggling at his soft snores. you brush the hair out of his eyes, looking at the peacefulness across his face. you close the book and press a kiss on his temple.
