Info - domesticity, not wearing clothes to bed, mentions of sex
Leaning about her had been an honour. As we'd unpacked I'd learned some very cute quirks. She never wore socks, no matter how cold. She much preferred brown sugar to white. She always liked a fan on at night. She thought it was horrible to bend down pages, so she needed a lot of bookmarks.
Tonight was the first night we were furnished enough for us to stay the night in our new house. I felt like a teenage boy who was getting to see a girl in a bikini for the first time. That was how excited I was to sleep with her in our home.
I would hold her and wake up to her in a home that belonged to us. I was flinging off my clothing. When y/n walked into our bedroom she gave me a surprised look. She'd been slumped in exhaustion a moment ago, but now she looked curious.
"Why are you naked?" She asked.
"Because we're about to go to bed," I said. I could have rubbed my hands together in glee.
"Yeah...." She trailed off. She looked around awkwardly.
"Um Tim," she mumbled.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I'm not in the mood for sex," she said slowly.
"Oh that's okay, I know you're probably super tired," I commented pleasantly.
"Okay," she nodded. She still looked like she was very unsure of the situation. I didn't know what was wrong.
"I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep," she told me.
"Me too, I can't wait to go to bed," I nodded, nearly bouncing on my heels.
"And, you're still naked," she said, cocking her head to the side.
"Yeah."
I was wondering why she seemed so confused. She walked tentatively towards me. She was looking me up and down.
"And.... We're not having sex?"
"No, I wasn't planning on it," I shook my head. I didn't know that my arms could hold me up to fuck her, but I knew they could hold her.
"So, you sleep naked Chalamet?" She purred.
"Yup," I said and popped the P. I grabbed her and hugged her to me.
"See, doesn't have to be dirty. Doesn't the skin to skin contact feel good?" I asked as I nuzzled against her like a happy cat.
"Okay, okay," she giggled.
"Don't pretend you don't loooooove it," I teased.
"We'll see, let's go to sleep Mr. ," she sighed peacefully. I carefully pulled her to bed. She got in and snuggled against me. I held my girl as we both dozed off.
In the middle of the the night I felt her shift. She pulled off her top. She was left in her panties. She made sure she was snug back in my arms. Our skin was bare against each other. I felt myself let out a happy sigh. I kissed her forehead.
In the morning we woke up slowly and groggily. She yawned and kissed my chin. She had a wide smile on her face even though her eyes were shut.
"How did you sleep?"
"I felt so light and calm. I was in complete tranquility. The skin to skin contact made me feel so safe and secure. I'm sorry I teased you. I love it, can we do it forever?" She rambled and asked with big desperate eyes.
My heart swelled. I buried my face in her neck. I held back a sudden bout of emotion. I kissed her throat.
"Yes," I nodded with a huge smile. "We can do it forever."
