Warnings: Drinking tea I think is all besides the crazy amount of fluff🥰
Prompt/Inspo: So cuddling up with Charles on the loveseat by the window while he reads the paper and you read your book, tea nearby and the windows open to let in the lovely breeze💕 (Given by a dear friend)
A/n: Like I said, these will all be pretty short. So I hope you enjoy!!
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The kettle whistled on the stove, indicating that the water in it was boiled. Quickly attending to it, you set it on the tray and made your way to the livingroom where Charles sat on the love seat, just by the window. It was a beautiful day outside, so it was hard not to open a window to let some sun in.
Setting down the tea tray on the table, you pour a cup for Charles and yourself. 2 small scoops of sugar in each small tea cup with just a little squeeze of honey were added, and the tea was finally done. The warm liquid felt good. You were working all day. It was the least you deserve.
"Thank you, dear." Charles said, as you handed him his cup of tea. With a smile on your face, you sat down on the couch next to him with a book on your lap. "Charles, may I ask you a question?" You asked your significant other sitting next to you. Charles looked up from the newspaper and turned his head towards you. "Of course, my love." He smiled and rested his hand on your knee, giving it a small squeeze.
"W-will you... will you hold me? Please?" You forced out. You didn't know the reason behind the timidity, but it was there. He sat his paper down next to him, and gently grabbed your hand and pulled. You sat your tea down, and followed where he was guiding you. He allowed you to sit down on his lap, letting your dress fan around your legs. His left arm stayed behind your neck, and his right arm rested upon your legs. "Darling, I love you, in a every language. Of course I will hold the love of my life." He says, softly planting a kiss to your lips. Leaning into his chest comfortabley, you let out a sigh of content. While he read the paper, you read your book. Getting lost in a world of fiction in the arms of the man you love.
