i’ve always loved the idea of arthur and reader still sleeping cuddled up for years after leaving the gang bc they were so used to sleeping in a tiny cot 🥺
you wake up every morning practically laying on top of arthur, head on his chest and your arm and leg slung across him. his calloused hands rests on the curve of your neck and the drop of your waist, cradling you against him.
the open expanse of your bed is cold in the place where you had fallen asleep and the comforting sounds of his deep breathing coax you to drowse against him for a while. now that you could. now that arthur was all yours.
you can tell by the pace of his breathing that arthur is waking up. his strong chest rises quicker than before and draws in a powerful breath that releases in a deep sigh. you look up to see the light from your bedroom window setting his irises aglow.
as usual, as arthur has done for the past years you’ve been in love, he greets you good morning my running his thick fingers through the roots of your hair. you lean into his touch, practically purring, and pull yourself even closer to the warmth of his strong body.
his heart, beating strong and loud in his chest. he clears his throat and rolls you both onto your side so that he could face you.
“g’mornin darlin’.” he mutters to you, voice raspy.
Summary: you weren’t friends and you certainly weren’t planning anything more together
Warnings: angst, some fluff, smut (+18), some kissing, enemies (?) to lovers, misogyny and sexism at work, some bad language, Murphy shows up,
A/N: I’m giving you this chapter today and I just want to say that the next one will be the last. If you’ve made it this far, thank you. I like this story, but I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately because I rarely add new chapters. Let’s end this nicely, right?
your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes
When you left the hospital after a week with instructions not to return to work for a few more days, you knew that Javier would do everything to make sure you followed that order. He was in the hospital so often that soon all the nurses knew his name. Although maybe it was also because of the box of chocolates he brought them, begging them to let him stay with you all night.
He barely fit on your bed, but it was wonderful to be able to fall asleep in his arms again and be woken up by his quiet snores.
“I can’t believe Messina gave you the afternoon off to pick me up from the hospital.” You said in disbelief, finally sitting down in your own living room.
“There are other priorities.” He said, placing your bag on the table. “Are you hungry? I could get you something quickly.”
