Laia Codina x Reader - Arsenal Weather
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Summary : It’s cold like, really cold. For you, used to the English cold, it was fine, but for your Spanish girlfriend, the weather was actually painful. Maybe that’s why Laia hasn’t left the bed since the start of the day.
It was like a classic April day in Arsenal no, it was even a warm day for England: 13°C with bright sunshine. It was a warm day, and you knew you were going to love it.
As you turned to get up, you realized it was 7 a.m. You had to get ready, even though you had a day off you still had some work to do. A day off never really exists when you're an author. You sat up, rubbing your eyes as you tried to wake up, when your girlfriend beside you growled.
- Nooooo
- What, Laia ?
- Frio
- No it’s not, it’s 19° in the house
She didn’t seem to believe you as she moved closer, laying her head on your lower stomach. You loved this side of the Spanish player soft, cozy, and cute. She wasn’t like you, used to cold weather. For her Campllong side, Arsenal was too cold.
- Come on love, I need to get up
- Mmmmmh
She definitely didn’t care. She tightened her arms around you as she nuzzled her face into your lower stomach. The feeling of her breath through your shirt made you laugh.
- Come on love, it’s not that cold. If you let me go I go make us coffee, a nice hot cup of coffee.
- Ok, but be quick amor
- I will
I got up, grabbed some clothes, and walked toward the kitchen. On my way, I opened some curtains and even the window in the living room. The fresh air entered the place and woke me up a bit. I made some coffee, fresh for me and Laia, who was still whining in bed.
Once the coffee was ready, I walked back into the bedroom. Laia was lying there, under the covers, wrapped in a blanket with a hoodie on. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of my girlfriend all snuggled up.
- Don’t laugh at me
- Sorry love but your too cute. Here my love, your hot coffee but careful it’s really hot
You sat back in bed after giving her her mug. You were only wearing pants and a shirt—it was warm enough for you.
- How can you handle so much the cold ?
- I’m English, remember ?
- Yeah yeah
- It’s the same with you, how can you handle the hot weather of Catalogna ?
- It’s not that hot
You looked at her, slightly shocked. In summer in Catalonia, it was almost 35°C it was way too much for you.
- Really ? Remember last time I went there ?
- I remember it well, you spent the whole summer complaining about how hot it was and that you were gonna die !
She laughed a bit as she drank her coffee, enjoying the warmth of the drink.
- It was hot ! 35°C degree
- Perfect for beach
- I’m not putting a foot outside in that heat
- Poor of you
- Be careful what you say, or I’ll take you out today when it’s 13°C
Laia and you laughed at the playful banter. It was one of your biggest differences: you couldn’t handle hot temperatures while she could, and conversely, she couldn’t handle the cold like you could.
After finishing your coffee, along with a lot of playful kisses and small bites, it was time to get up. You walked together to the living room.
- Dios mío ! Why is the window open ?
Laia hugged the blanket tightly around her and looked at you as if you were a criminal.
- Because it’s important to have fresh air. Plus, it’s really warm today, and the sun helps make the apartment feel nicer
- How ?
- The sun, the fresh air it’s so important to feel better
Laia was completely shocked by what I said.
- It’s cold, close it !
- Ok ok fine, it was open enough
- How long ?
- Well it’s open since I make our coffee
Her eyes went wide as she started swearing in Spanish.
Yeah, that was a long time, but now the living room was fresh and smelled nice—almost like sunshine.
You let Laia have her little meltdown as you went to the bathroom to get ready. You put on some comfy clothes, since you didn’t plan to go out today and because your clingy, cold girlfriend would probably spend the whole day asking for cuddles.
When you walked back into the living room, she wasn’t there.
She was back in bed, the TV on, watching a Spanish show, snuggled under a ton of blankets.
- It’s way too cold in the living room, I stay here
- Ok ok, it’s cold.
- SEE ! It’s cold
You laughed at her. She had no idea how funny she was too funny. But she was also incredibly cute.
- I’m going to work a bit
- Writing ?
- Like always
- I stay here, watching TV … alone and cold then
You knew her game how guilty you felt when she went into that mode. The “Laia is sad to be alone in bed and wants cuddles, but won’t ask for them” mode. So you grabbed your laptop, a bottle of water, and some snacks, and walked back to the bed.
- Move a bit and give me some place
- Oh your working here ?
Her fake surprised tone made you smile. She knew she was getting what she wanted, and right now and probably for the rest of the day she wanted your attention and your love.
- Yeah, because I don’t want my love feel sad, or let her cold
- Oh your so nice
- I know, I know now let me work
She didn’t say anything, but she wrapped her arm around your waist as she snuggled closer to you, still watching her TV show.
And that’s how you worked for the rest of the day in the warmth of the bed, not in the cold of Arsenal.
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