OneShots♡ (Bradga)

Love Bite

That's just something that got into my head when I saw this little bruise there🤭 Fits right with the time B suddenly appeared again after being kinda lost for several weeks ... And then I also had to think back to 2016 where she was officially solo and suddenly had this huge hickey on the same side 😂 the side B surprisingly loves to lean into ...
Okay let me stop being delusional hahaha and maybe enjoy ... Whatever I did here

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The room was quiet except for the muffled hum of London outside, the distant growl of traffic, the soft wail of a siren somewhere down the street, and the faint hiss of rain against the window. Inside, it was warm and still, the air heavy with the remnants of the night. Their breathing filled the silence, slow and uneven, two people lost in that perfect, tired calm that follows chaos.
Stefani lay half across Bradley's chest, her body molded against his, her hair spilling in a wild, golden mess over his skin. The sheets were tangled around them, the kind of beautiful wreckage that comes only from hours of not caring about anything but each other.
Bradley's hand rested against the small of her back, his thumb moving in lazy, absent circles as if trying to memorize the feeling of her there. His lungs were still catching up, every breath deep and heavy, and she wasn't really better. She lingered somewhere between dreaming and waking, where the warmth of the person next to you feels like the safest place in the world.
After a long moment, she tilted her head up and blinked, eyes slow to focus on his face.

You still awake?

She whispered.

Barely.

His voice came out rough and low, sleep-tinged and raspy from too little rest- or maybe too much of her.
She smiled faintly and traced a finger across his chest, following the slow rhythm of his heartbeat.

We're a mess.

She murmured, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart.

A good kind of mess.

Yeah ...

Her eyes found his, gleaming softly in the dim light.

Sarah's gonna have a field day when she sees this.

He lifted an eyebrow, his mouth twitching.

Sees what?

This.

She tilted her chin, exposing the faint mark on her neck.

Don't act innocent.

He squinted, then broke into a grin.

Oh ... that. My masterpiece.

Masterpiece?

Well, I had to leave something behind.

She laughed quietly and pressed her face against his chest to hide her smile.

You're terrible.

You say that like it's new information.

She lifted her head again, her eyes still soft but gleaming with mischief.

You really think you can just leave me with this?

I think it's a pretty good reminder.

Of what?

Me.

That made her laugh again, a tired, breathy sound that filled the space between them. She reached up and tugged playfully at his hair.

You're so damn full of yourself.

Only because you let me be.

They fell into silence again, one of those comfortable pauses where nothing needs to be said and then he started grinning like an idiot.