Hot - Peter Pevensie x Reader

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Request: Hey can you do a Peter Pevensie x reader where its kinda hot at night but the reader still wants to cuddle and like peter is kinda annoyed by it cuz well it's hot😆

Thanks for the request! I think it's a funny idea, and this came out cute, so on to what you're here for.

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Word Count: 553 Words

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You could see beads of sweat on his forehead. You watched his chest rise and fall with every breath. Your eyes traced down his body, and, like you, he was in only his underwear.

You slowly made your way over to your bed. You sat down on the edge of the bed and ran your hand down your husband's abdomen.

Peter opened his eyes and smiled when he looked up at you. You smiled back at him, feeling your heart flutter. It was hard to believe that you still get butterflies looking at him, especially after 16 years.

You leaned down to Peter's face, feeling his hot breath on your lips before you closed the gap. Your kiss was slow and sweet. Peter softly touched the back of your neck.

You laid down next to the king, throwing your arm over him. Peter groaned as you snuggled closer to him.

"Baby, it's too hot for that." When he tried to move your arm, you trapped his legs with your right one. You snaked your left arm under him, meeting your right hand on the other side.

Peter continued complaining about the heat, "We can cuddle later, Princess."

"No," You said like a child, wriggling your face into his neck.

"Yes, baby. Please get up," He groaned.

"I no wanna," You knew acting like a child annoyed him, and you loved pestering him.

"Y/N, get up." He started getting aggravated.

He wiped the sweat off of his face, pushing you off of him. You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip.

He rolled his eyes, getting up and heading to the bathroom.

He returned with two cups of water, handing you one.

You took a sip of the tap water, relishing the coldness.

After Peter downed his water, he picked up a book he had been reading and settled back on the bed.

You smiled to yourself. You walked to the bed, and once again, laid down next to Peter.

"Baby, actually, stop."

"But I want cuddles," You pouted again.

"Later, when it's not 300 degrees outside."

You let out a "hmpf" before rolling onto your back.

You stared at the ceiling, feeling your eyelids starting to become heavy.

You didn't realize you had fallen asleep, but Peter shook you awake.

"It's 1:24 in the morning baby, and it feels much cooler now," Peter put down his book on the nightstand.

You rubbed your eyes, "Cuddles?"

"Yes my Princess, cuddles."

You smiled from ear to ear and snuggled up to Peter.

He threw a blanket over the two of you and hummed as you listened to his heartbeat.

You loved these moments. You loved loving him, and you wouldn't trade your life for anything in the entire universe.