Hii, Can you do Izzy and Sweets with 40. “Sometimes I think you’re very cute other times i want to bash your head in”. Please? I have a feeling izzy would say this to him lol (btw I love Izzy and Set It Up! 😁)
Here it is!! Hope you enjoy this one, girly! I so appreciate your support on this series!!!
Entertaining requests- I’ve linked a couple prompt posts on my main page that I’d be willing to write from. Just let me know what prompt the request is from.
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Sweet Pea watched with amusement as her body automatically reacted to his touch, muscles jumping as his calloused fingers trailed from one side of her stomach to the other and back again, leaving goose flesh in his wake. Her brows furrowed in her sleep, conscious registering his touch on some level, but not enough to pull her from the dreamworld. She had been insistent that he wake her up by seven, wanting to start the day early and get as many boxes unpacked as she could before having to go back to work on Monday, but seven had passed an hour ago and Sweet Pea didn’t have the heart to make her start the day just yet.
They’d spent every waking moment of the last four days sorting, packing, driving and unloading furniture and boxes of stuff from Boston back into his trailer in Riverdale. He hadn’t realized it would have been such a task, or that the little apartment in the southend could hold so much shit, but by the time they’d pulled into Sunnyside and he’d gotten the bed set up both of them had been running on fumes. So what if they had to live out of boxes for a little while longer, they both deserved a slow Sunday morning.
Izzy shifted as Sweet Pea’s fingers trailed from her stomach to the swell of her hip, her nose burying itself in the center of his chest as she unconsciously searched out the heat his body offered. He loved that nose, a little crooked from being broken and dotted with faint freckles; just as much as he loved her green eyes that said everything she was thinking and that pointed chin she’d angle just so when her temper would get the best of her. And that, above all else, was what he loved about the women beside him; that fiery temper that entertained and challenged him.
Nails clicking against the hardwood told Sweet Pea that their roommate had finally roused himself from his spot on the couch, Bob’s shaggy face peaking up at the foot of the bed to see what the status of his humans was. Sweet Pea refused to acknowledge the new presence in their room, hoping if he ignored him long enough Bob would get the hint and find a way to entertain himself.
Taking only a moment to recognize that his people were not paying him any attention, Bob sat on his haunches and started a high pitch whine to make sure his needs were recognized, effectively breaking the Sunday morning peace that Sweet Pea was hoping to keep for a little while longer.
Izzy’s lashes fluttered against her cheeks, her senses slowly coming back to her as Bob’s call broke through the barrier of sleep. Her muscles aced from lugging and hauling over the last couple of days and she would give almost anything for just a few more hours of sleep, but that wasn’t too be. Bob needed breakfast, she needed coffee and there were a couple dozen boxes spread all over the house that needed to be unpacked.
Bleary eyed, she caught sight of Bob at the foot of the bed before dragging her gaze up to meet Sweet Pea’s dark eyes, sleep long gone from the dark orbs. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Fingers holding her in place, Sweet Pea brought his lips down to her as a morning greeting. Something about morning always looked good on Izzy; her smiles were a little innocent, lips a little softer, skin a little warmer. Sweet Pea enjoyed moments like this, moments that they didn’t seem to get enough, and he was intent to do his best on making this one last.
Unable to deny him, Izzy seemed to melt under Sweet Pea’s attention, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip before she pulled away. “What time is it.”
“Morning.” Burying his nose in her hair and letting himself get lost in her vanilla scent, Sweet Pea worked kissed his way down the column of her neck, taking his time to pay special attention to where her pulse jumped as he expertly maneuvered himself over her.
“That isn’t a time…” Letting him continue his conquest of her neck, Izzy inclined her gaze towards her phone, the time that flashed back at her kicking her blood pressure up a knotch. He had one job this morning, just one. “Dammit, Sweet Pea.”
Not letting her sudden outburst slow his conquest, Sweet Pea kissed his way across her chin and back to her lips, fingers trailing up her side before burying themselves in her unkempt locks and balancing his weight on either side of her, now pissy, but still beautiful face. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“I told you I wanted to get started by seven.” Having to start a new teaching position this late in the school year and moving everything all at the same time had pushed Izzy to the limits of how much stress she could handle and she’d been hoping to eliminate some of it by getting the unpacking done. If the house was unpacked that would be one less thing she would have to worry about when they got home from work, but it seemed that Sweet Pea was all for throwing a wrench in her plan.
It was hard to keep his grin from showing as he looked down at a chin that she was angling just right, his first hint that she was going to be ornery just because she could be. “And I thought you could use some extra sleep”
“What would make you think that?” Sweet Pea knew her as well as she knew herself, sometimes she thought even better. She knew she’d looked like death warmed over by the time they’d crawled into bed last night, but surely a couple hours of sleep had chased off the worst of it.
Bob gave an annoyed yip from his spot on the floor, increasingly irritated that no one had gotten him breakfast yet, but neither human was paying any attention.
Sweet Pea was grateful as he heard nails click their way out of the bedroom, Bob finally getting the hint. “Oh, I don’t know.” Making his point, Sweet Pea ran a thumb under the bags that had settled under her eyes, days of long hours finally showing themselves on her otherwise youthful features. “You’ve been running around like a chicken with your head cut off for over a week.” Fingers making their way back into her hair, Sweet Pea massaged the back of her scalp, trying his damndest to get her to relax. “Just, give yourself a break.”
It was almost impossible not to purr in ecstasy as his finger’s masterful touch, Sweet Pea was successfully turning any coherent thought into mush and she was struggle to find the determination she would need to get herself out of bed. “I really should…”
He could feel her relax into the mattress and took the advantage, fingers detangling themselves from her hair and slowly making their way back down to her hips, his hold tightening as his lips went back to her neck. “Placate your boyfriend and stay in bed for a little while longer.”
Izzy couldn’t help but smile, something in his voice and the look in his eye finally making her relent. What was a couple hour delay anyways. “Sometimes I think you’re very cute.”
A crash from somewhere in the kitchen interrupted their little moment, Izzy glancing at the foot of the bed to see a now missing Bob as Sweet Pea groaned and rolled onto his back beside her. Bob obviously found something to entertain himself with. There was no winning.
Apparently the dog had gotten tired of waiting for her to feed him, and instead decided to help himself to god knows what in the other room. Not only were there boxes to unpack, but now she’d have a mess to clean up and it was Sweet Pea’s fault. “Other times, I want to bash your head in”