Match: Price x GN reader
Warnings: N/A
Author's note: Hey all, I know I said I wouldn't do it again, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I just didn't have the heart to finish it. It was supposed to be a really hot morning sex thing, but I lost interest in it right away. Instead of wasting 1k words, I'll just mark it as a possible multipart story and see if people want me to finish this.
The heavenly aroma of waffles floods your nose as you wake up to the crack of dawn glistening through your windows. The sun's reflection shines on small parts of the ceiling and floor, hitting you right in the eye. Groaning, you roll over, only to be met with an empty bed. Your fiancé, John, was a good man, always getting up early to care for you and your kids (your kids being animals, of course). You two could not even make up your minds about a marriage date; how the hell were you supposed to decide if you two were ready for a baby or not?
Although you were usually excited to taste Price's famous waffle mix, you were more of a fan of getting an hour more sleep than usual. After a long debate with yourself, you lay your head back onto the soft pillow's embrace. Well, that was until "Darlin'?" Price.
"Mm?" You groan, hiding your face in your pillow.
A soft chuckle escapes him as he approaches you, plate in hand. "You're welcome to sleep, but these poor happy-faced waffles will be cold and sad." Ah Price, he always had a way of tricking you into taking proper care of yourself. He sits down next to you, moving your hair out of your face, and flips you to face him. He was much stronger than you were. "You want to make the waffles sad or happy this morning?"
"Wouldn't they be sad if I ate them, smart ass?" You cock an eyebrow at the other, crossing your arms in childish behavior.
"Hm, no. They are happy when they die; I don't know if it's a waffle religion or something." He pauses. "They feel no pain. Magic? I don't know; make something up." He seemed to struggle this morning, even laughing slightly to himself at his very jumbled sentences. "Look, do you want a waffle while it is still hot, or am I eating six waffles today?"
You glance at him with your e/c eyes, scanning him. Price is wearing a wife beater and some brown plaid pajama pants. "Hmm, fine. Just one, though. Not hungry." You sit up as he puts the plate on your lap; the waffle being just the way you like it.
"So long as you are eating some kind of breakfast, I am happy." His tone seemed to be laced with some genuine care as he watched you eat, making sure that his cooking was up to par with your taste buds. His eyes darted around you, admiring your morning beauty from where he was standing, always being proud to stand by your side in small moments like these. Price was always one to admire you like this, sometimes even getting lost in those beautiful eyes of yours for hours on end. He was rather cheesy and old-schooled compared to love, taking you out on ice-cream dates, and other clichés that came attached to the title of being old at heart.
You give a soft giggle before responding with a slight nod: "Mmm, well, thank you for keeping me very well-fed, John." You sit up, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. Once you had kissed his forehead, the other gave a small smile before tilting your chin up at him and pecking your lips. The slightly scratchy sensation of the man's facial hair tickled both your chin and your lips as you leaned into the kiss.
He stayed there, peppering smaller kisses now all over your lips after the one long one. "You, my darling, are most certainly welcome. I would travel through heaven and hell to find these lips again, and yet here I am with my beautiful partner. I love watching them smile and eat my cooking, how they make me feel good about myself, and how sweet their lips are when pressed against my own."
What the other had just said to you made your heart melt. John always knew how to make you smile, studying you so intensely that around him, you never seemed to have a bad day or night. "You're always so sappy, Price." You state, grabbing the other by the back of his neck to draw him closer to your body. He slowly lowers himself onto you, using his elbows to shield you from some of his weight, while yet again continuing to pepper kisses all over your face and neck.
"Mm, Price..." You groan, lifting your head to expose your neck to the other. Your flesh was warm and tender to the touch, his favorite to nip on. He just loved to mark you up, making you look like a pretty toy for him to enjoy.
"Yes, my love?" He returned, an answer for your question before attaching himself back onto your neck.
"As much as I would fucking love for you to wreck me here on the couch, I have a doctor's appointment this morning. Remember?"
Price paused his what seemed like endless string of neck kisses to look at you, his brown eyes meeting your e/c ones. "Oh...right. What time was that for again, darling?"
You let out a soft giggle at the man's forgetfulness, "You seriously have no idea? This time I won't tease you about it. Next time, you're shit out of luck, though." You look at your phone, having to drag from out of under your partner. "T-minus 15 minutes before I have to be out the door."
Price looks at your phone, studying the time. "You know very well that I can-"
"Ah!" You interrupt him, "No, no, no buster. I need a shower too. And don't you say without me. Yes without you. Last time, you marked my neck up, and I got stared at like a penguin in the middle of the outback."
"Hm." Price remembered that quite fondly. "Alright my love."
You get up, grabbing your clothes and anything you might need for the shower. "But maybe after." You mumble before stepping into the shower.
Word count: 1068
Author's note: N/A
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