In his arms
Alright, @gaelforceplayroom so I don’t have a Twitter, but I can post my little Smutless story here. I mean I could add some smut too, but I kinda like the idea of Gael providing all that to the story. Also, I used the ever so useful google translate to add some phrases in “Irish” hopefully it’s same as what Gael likes to whisper in our ears! So here it is, feel free to pass onto to all the #Lovlies ❤️
That night you woke up with a jolt, the thunder outside the window startling you as the wind howled around the house. Soon the man next to you woke up as well, he’d felt you moving and he pryed open his eyes to see you sitting up and staring at the window.
“Cad atá cearr le mo ghrá? What’s wrong my love?” You felt his fingers on your back as he spoke and you laid down and curled up next to him, head on his chest.
“The storm woke me up.” He gently ran his fingers through your hair, kissing your forehead as his other arm wrapped around your back and held your body tight to his.
“Oh come here. Let me hold you. Lig dom tú a choinneáil.” Your head rested on his left shoulder, his left arm around your back and his right hand left your hair so he could pull your chin up to him. He gave you a sleepy kiss as a content sigh left his lips, and you smiled as you watched him. He settled back into the pillow and began to hum quietly, an irish lullaby that you faintly recognized.
Your fingers grazed across his chest as you began to listen to his chest, listening to his strong steady heartbeat as he comforted you.
“You’re not afraid of the storm are ya?” You smiled as you looked up into his blue eyes.
“Not when I’m in your arms.” He wrapped his arms around you more, warming you up as he pressed another kiss to your forehead.
“Coinneoidh tú tú sábháilte i gcónaí. You know I’ll always keep you safe mo grà.” You gently tapped his chest to the rhythm of his heartbeat and he began to hum again. You closed your eyes and let his soothing voice carry you away.
It wasn’t long before you felt his hands begin to wander and you couldn’t suppress your smile. His hand started out just gliding circles over your back, then they slid under the tee you had on. When his hand slid over your hip and down to give your behind a squeeze, you smiled against his chest.
“Aren’t you sleepy?” Your question amused him as you heard his deep chuckled through his chest.
“Yes, but when you’re laying here in my arms my mind gets all sorts of ideas.” Pressing a kiss to where you cheek had been you let your own hand wander down his stomach, loving the way his abs jumped when your fingertips tickled him gently. Even in the dark room you could see the growing bulge in his shorts as you continued moving your fingers under the waistband.
“Is it your mind getting ideas, or somewhere else?” His deep laughed filled the room as he pulled you over him, his hands already pulling at your hips. The storm was no longer what was keeping you up, it was him and you didn’t complain once.
**the Irish phrases are the same as the English phrases spoken before or after.