Tennis One Shots

Andy Murray

Requested by LucyReus, I'm a huge fan of my Brit boy! Hope it's a good one.

Andy was lightly snoring on the left hand side of our king sized bed, wrapped up snugly in a bundle of blankets. His harsh features were softened by the relaxation that sleep brought, I couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked. I, however, was as far away from 'asleep' as anybody could get, my mind was buzzing with random thoughts and I kept shifting positions in an attempt to get to sleep, failing miserably, I must add. After half an hour of pointlessly laying there, so bored that my brain was rotting, I decided to call for some company.

"Hey, Andy." I whispered into his ear.

"Mmmm...what is it?" A croaky, tired voice replied, eyes still closed.

"Well, I'm trying to get to sleep but a particularly attractive British man laying next to me is making it so difficult." I teased, a trace of a smile appearing on Andy's face at my comment.

He turned towards me, encompassing me with his big, strong arms, his lips finding their way onto my forehead.

"Well babe, if you can't get to sleep I suppose I'll have to stay awake with you." He mumbled in between kisses.

I relaxed into his arms, feeling his muscled body pressing against mine, keeping me warm and safe. I suddenly felt fingers tracing shapes on my back, circles, triangles, leaving tingling sensations where they had been drawn on moments before. Shivering slightly, I pulled the blanket over me, happy to be with Andy in that moment.

"Do you think we'll ever get bored of each other, Andy?" I questioned, his hand in mine, our eyes gazing at each other's.

He sighed, pulling me closer and leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

"Y/N, it's not important what the future holds. It's right now that matters. Who knows? Maybe we will drift apart, but at the moment we're together." He comforted me, his Scottish roots evident in his accented voice.

Tiredly, I ran my hands throw his tousled brown hair, feeling each strand tickle me as my fingers glided through them. Being with Andy made me calm and I was soon ready to fall asleep. My drooping eyelids began to drop, my consciousness drifting away from me and back again as I skimmed the margin between being awake and sleeping.

Andy's POV

She looked so adorable as she took small, even breaths, sleep finally taking over her. What did I do to deserve such a beautiful girlfriend? I felt satisfied, having helped her to fall asleep, and now she was nestled in my arms; a goddess of perfection all tucked up in bed.

Her Y/H/C strands of hair were strewn across the pillow, making swirly patterns where they landed. A look of calm painted on her face as she lay there, I wondered what she was dreaming of. Was it me? Did I appear in her nighttime visions? I sure as hell hoped I did, I want to be the man she thinks of when she's alone, when she's in need, when she needs somebody to talk to.

Soon, I felt myself drift off, Y/N still snoring away happily next to me. Within a second I fell asleep, next to the most beautiful woman I could ever hope to be with.

Your POV

As the streams of sunlight came rushing in through the curtains, my eyes fluttered open, getting accustomed to the intensity of light. I caught sight of Andy, his limbs sprawled across the bed, blankets crumpled from our tossing and turning. Gently, I took a piece of my hair and tickled the tip of his nose with it, watching, amused, as he wrinkled his nose to get rid of the tickles. I giggled when he awoke, as he attempted to smack my hand away.

"Good morning, handsome." I greeted him with a peck on his stubbly cheek.

"And who might that be?" He joked with sarcasm, enveloping me in a huge hug.

We decided to lay in bed for a while longer, holding each other and enjoying the company. How did I get so lucky?

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