summary: wilbur is cold when he gets into bed and uses his girlfriend to warm him up by cuddling her in different ways
contains: -swearing
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The old floorboards creaked under Will as he tried to tip-toe his way into the small bedroom of the flat. He hadn't had much sleep, pretty much like always, but this time it was the cold air and the cramped couch that kept him awake, not the rushing thoughts; he was worried that he would be waking Y/n up with his harsh footsteps, but when he opened the door her eyes were open, concentrated on the ceiling.
This room was cold too, just like everywhere else. The window next to the cozy-looking bed was fogged up, but you could still see the dark sky and the frosty rooftops. Streetlights remained on and were kept on all morning until it started to get light at noon. Brighton looked extremely dull in the winter, the light coloured buildings on the beach front didn't help with that, most towns in the u.k with a sea front were like this. It was good in a way, the streets were quieter because of the lack of tourism and family holidays which meant less getting recognised by fans and Will could possibly hold his secret girlfriends hand and kiss her now and again when nobody was around.
"Morning," Will mumbled out, making his way to the single bed on the other side of the room.
Y/n turned to him, a smile immediately appearing on her face when she saw him above her, "sorry I made you sleep on the couch."
"No, no it was my decision," he quickly corrected, "I didn't want you to be uncomfortable all night squished up against me."
The musician crawled over Y/n, making his way beside her, under the covers. She shuffled over just to be pulled back into his grip from behind when he got his hands around her waist. His hands were like icicles, the shock causing her to jerk back, further into his body, that was also the same cold temperature.
"Fuck- you're freezing babe," she said, startled by the feeling.
He didn't answer, hands traveled under her shirt onto her bare back, "what are you doing?" she asked, the iciness making her back tense.
"Warming myself up," Will muttered into her neck, kissing down her shoulder and under her shirt to her collarbone.
The tip of his nose was also the same, like an ice cube travelling along her shoulder, but without the wetness that came along with it. His hands and nose soon warmed up on her skin and she was relaxed again, sinking deeper and deeper into the musicians gentle touch. Just as she was about to shut her eyes again, he mumbled something quietly into her shoulder -something about her being pretty, but when she asked him to repeat he giggled instead, replacing words with kisses on her cheek.
