hello!! 6 with hunter please? thank u💕
Five Minutes More.
Ren! This was a joy to write, I love spring, besides the hay fever and the mosquitoes its my favourite time of the year! So i hope you enjoy this little post-war snippet.
Prompt Six: “In the morning when I wake, and the sun is coming through, oh you fill my lungs with sweetness” ~ Bloom, Paper Kites
A little bit about this song: I really think y’all should go listen to this beauty, the lyrics are gorgeous and very wistfully romantic and chuck that in with the well-tempered acoustic accompaniment its just perfect.
The prompt list can be found here
The link to the playlist for all the songs is here
[tagging @a-lil-perspective , i think you’ll like this one too ma gal]
The sun shone through the thick transparisteel of your cottage. The morning light peeking through the newly green leaves, dappling the end of your bed in a warm glow. You lay there for a moment, eyes still heavy with slumber, breathing in the gentle smell of spring. The birds were chirping, welcoming a new day, a new day in a free galaxy. You rustled in the sheets, trying to escape into the morning air, but a strong arm you’d briefly forgotten was there pulled you back.
“5 more minutes.” A tired rumbly plea from the owner of the arm.
You couldn’t help but smile a bit. Hunter’s hair was tangled in knots, spread around the pillow, his cheeks smushed up against the soft pillows. He was cute like this - half-asleep, his threatening aura diminished as he held you softly in his embrace.
You snuggled in closer to the man. “5 more minutes then,” a little harrumph of approval and he nuzzled into your hair. You slowed your breathing to match his and marvelled at the simplicity of your situation.
It could not have been more incongruous to the situation in which you had first stumbled across the supercommando. He had barged into your family diner beaten and bloody. The shop was closed, but you had worked the late shift and were in setting up for the next day. His words were broken as he clutched at the wound on his head, cascading blood. You had patched him up the best you knew how and lent him your communicator so he could contact his team. And as quickly as he had entered, he had left and you thought he was gone forever
A mere few days later, the Republic had declared victory and there were huge parties in the streets. He came again, after close. He was more open and friendly, adorning a much better reapplication of the bandages upon his head. He sat and chatted and listened with you for hours. Everything after that happened so quickly, and before long you had bought an old run down cottage in the woodlands of Alderaan to start a life together.
You could feel Hunter beginning to grow more conscious beside, slowly moving to sit up, making sure you were still comfortable.
“Hmm, this supercommando could really do with a cup of Caf right now.” His grumbly tone was gone and replaced with his usual freshened baritone. You wriggled to look at the man, a quirk in your eyebrow, a sarcastic lilt in you voice.
“Last time I checked, I think the rules stated that the super commando has to make his sweetheart a cup of caf.” Hunter gave a sigh and sidled out of the bed. You watched as his toned back left the room, the tan of his skin glimmering like gold in the warm light.
You could smell the caf before it had entered the room. The rich roasted flavour creeping through your senses as Hunter placed two mugs on his bedside table before shuffling back next to you.
Once you were propped up he handed you you mug and you began gulping it down.
“I will never understand why you scull your caf. Enjoy it.” You gave him a punch in the arm, his caf almost spilling everywhere.
“I am!” You were indignant. “And I don’t really scull, I just don’t take ten rotations to finish one cup.” You took a few more gulps, and lay your mug to rest on a coaster on your table beside you. “It also means I can do this quicker.”
You leaned your head on his muscled shoulder as he continued to sip his caf, painfully slow in your opinion, as you watched the woodland creatures flit in and out of view of your cottage window. You heard the small thud of his mug being put down.
“We’ve got to get up soon.” Your voice was soft, not really wanting to ruin the moment. But Hunter said nothing in reply. “The boys are coming over today and the house isn’t anywhere near ready.” Hunter still said nothing, the pregnant pause static between you.
“I know, but I just want to wait 5 more minutes.” You let out an amused huff and reached up and placed a small kiss on his cheek as confirmation, before settling back into the reliable shoulder beside you.
