I decided to make an advent calendar for our favorite clones! It's going to be a new story every day. They're mostly just fluff, sometimes a bit suggestive or angsty, but all in all, sfw!
(p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for mistakes!)
warnings: fluff, morning breath, mentions of stress and anxiety
word count: ~930
a/n: this is the seventeenth fic for my advent calendar!
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You're waking up due to quiet breaths against your neck.
After that, the first thing you feel is a warm arm thrown around your hips. In addition to that, you notice the legs that are tangled with yours and a cool nose against your neck.
Slowly, you open your eyes and turn around carefully, so you won't wake Dogma.
And there he lays. Quiet and peacefully, sleeping all his stress and anxiety away.
A small smile appears on your lips as you take in the sleeping beauty in front of you and try to take in all of his pretty details.
His closed eyes and the long eyelashes that almost touch his cheeks.
His soft lips, which can kiss so passionately and yet so shy.
His thick eyebrows, harmonizing so nicely with his forehead when he wrinkles them.
And his face tattoo that accentuates his facial features so perfectly.
All in all, Dogma was a handsome and pretty young man, and you felt so lucky to finally be able to call him yours. It took you two long enough.
Smiling, you put your hand on his face, and just when your thumb starts to stroke his soft skin, he begins to stir. A second later, he opens his eyes and looks at you, confused and tired.
"What? Is something the matter?" he asks, his voice rough and full of sleep, before yawning quietly.
"No, no. Everything's fine. Just admired you," you smile. Dogma's face immediately grows red.
"That's... Oh, N-No-... Uh, thank you. You're really beautiful, too," he stammers and watches your face intently, before starting to move his eyes around the room, a little bit lost.
You laugh quietly, and just as you want to say another thing, he suddenly stops his wandering gaze, looking behind you with eyes as big as plates.
"What?" you ask, and the next moment, Dogma almost jumps over you and out of the bed, glued to the huge window of your bedroom.
"Are you okay? What is it?" you ask, a little bit alarmed, turning around with his movements.
"It's snowing!" he calls out and looks back at you.
"Oh?" you make a questioning sound and crawl out of the bed too, walking over to him quietly.
And indeed - he's right. Big snowflakes float from the sky above you down to the ground beneath you, coating the earth in a thin layer of white.
Excitement bubbles in your stomach, and you grab your boyfriend's hand.
"Do you wanna make a snow angle?" you ask, already pulling him with you.
"Yeah, but... we're wearing our sleeping clothes. Shouldn't we put on something for outside?" he questions hesitantly, and you roll your eyes, smiling.
"We can wash them!" you say and pull him through the glass door and down to your garden. Your feet touch the cold snow, and you start laughing immediately.
"And we didn't even brush our teeth," he observes your current state again, but you just shrug your shoulders.
"We can do that later. Stop worrying, Dogma. Come on, I wanna see the prettiest snow angel you can do!" you giggle, pulling him further and further, before stopping and dropping in the snow at the spot.
Hesitantly, Dogma follows your lead, and a few seconds later, he lays next to you.
Chuckling, you start to open and close your arms and legs, making the familiar pattern into the snow.
Dogma does the same, still not really convinced of the whole thing. Here and there, your fingers brush each other slightly, and after some soft touches, you finally grab his hand. Both of you stop your movements.
You turn your head and look over to him. Your smile widens when you see him doing the same.
"Now we made hand holding snow angels," you whisper quietly, and Dogma starts nodding. A small smile sneaks its way on his lips.
"I think those are my favorite angels," he chuckles and starts to pull you over to him.
Carefully, not to destroy your markings on the snow, you crawl over to him, laying your head on his shoulder. You snuggle up to him and turn your head upwards, so you can look into his face properly.
"I'd really like to kiss my hand holding angel right now," you hum and start to move your lips towards his.
Against your expectations, Dogma turns his head away and starts frowning.
"What's the problem?" you ask, a little bit pouting, but also concerned. Dogma never denied a kiss before.
"If we had brushed our teeth beforehand, we wouldn't have one," Dogma tries to be serious but loses his fight against the mischievous grin that forms on his lips.
You roll your eyes again, playfully, before standing up and holding out a hand to him, so he could pull himself up with your help.
"Fine, but I'll get as many kisses as I want after that!" you joke as you stumble back into the warmth of your home again, deciding that a shower of kisses isn't the only thing you'll need.
