One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

Waking up to snow Luke

You clutch on to the blankets, holding onto the tiny bit of warmth covering your body as you feel a pair of slightly calloused fingers trailing up and down your neck and down your shoulder.  A soft whimper escapes your lips, wanting to sleep through the cold winter morning as Luke peppers gentle kisses against your skin trying to get you to open your eyes.

"Wake up, baby," you hear him whisper, sitting up in bed next to you, watching you drift in and out of sleep. 

A quiet, faint murmur of protest falls from your mouth as he continues to kiss against your neck, his bare chest against your back, his large frame practically encompassing your small one. But eventually, after a few seconds you groggily open your eyes, turning on your side and facing him, a small smile brightening up his face after he sees that you’re finally awake.  

"Morning," he whispers, his voice raspy and deep with sleep, before gently kissing you, loving mornings like this. "It’s snowing," he remarks excitedly, looking past you in the direction of the window, where tiny flakes collect against your window and fall down on the street below. It must have snowed during the night, because there’s already almost two feet of snow piling up on the sidewalk.

"It’s beautiful," you whisper in awe, pull the blankets off your body and shivering slightly from the cold winter morning air.  You pad over to the window, sharply taking in a breath when you notice 0the chilly wood floor underneath your feet.  But when you see the city below the apartment you and Luke have been living in together for nearly four months, you can’t help but smile.  

You press your finger against the window pane, the cold of the hard material biting against your skin, and feel Luke’s warm and large arms wrap around your middle, holding onto you from behind like he always does.  His chin presses into your neck, his lips leaving light kisses against your skin, warming you up despite the slight cold that radiates through your apartment.  

His fingers dance against the shirt of his that he’s wearing, the fabric falling just above your thighs.  “I love when you wear my shirts,” he mumbles, his hands sliding beneath the fabric and teasing your skin, making you giggle under his touch. The snow is silently falling below and the entire city is still, covered in white.

"What do you want to do today?" you ask, knowing that neither of you can really go anywhere because of the freezing winter weather and the piling snow outside. 

"At this moment," he starts, whispering in between the kisses he places in the crook of your neck, letting you know how much he loves you. Especially on cold winter mornings like this. "Nothing," he finishes after one last kiss, not wanting to do anything but stay in with you. 

He smiles and suddenly picks you up without warning, his hands resting underneath your thighs as he carries you bridal style around the bedroom, laughing.  You can’t control your laughter either, wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs dangling as he carries you, his strong arms holding you up in the air.  

Finally, he rests you on the bed before getting in next to you, holding your body in his arms and burrowing you both underneath the pile of blankets.  You entwine your legs with his, his muted laughter contagious, muffled by the layers of fabrics. He cuddles closer to you and places a kiss on your nose, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

You nuzzle your head into his chest, his body giving you the warmth that you need as your bodies press against each other, your limbs tangled together as you sigh in contentment, ready to fall asleep in his arms again.  

"I love you," you hear him murmur sleepily, his eyes closed as you lay in bed, prepared to waste the day away together. 

"I love you too," you whisper, before closing your eyes as well and going back to sleep, completely happy with staying all day in bed with him as the snow falls outside.