The Road Trip. {Thatch x Reader}

Morning Greetings.

Usually you would shudder at the very thought of waking up covered from head to toe in sweat but for today, it isn't too bad. Your legs were a little weakened after this mornings events, so you had to ditch the idea of a shower until you awoke from your nap.

A lively smile gracing your lips as your eyes flicker open, an alarm clock and Thatch's phone being the first thing you see, the items sat on the bedside table. Your first thought is that he abandoned you to go get breakfast or something.

Well, that his until you notice the strong arm wrapped around your waist and the soft draft on the back of your neck each time Thatch breathes out. He's such a quiet sleeper, you wouldn't have known he was there if it wasn't for his hold on you.

Spooning, Thatch? I like it~

Your hand brushing over his as you fidget back against his chest, your smile only growing when he murmurs something incoherent into your hair. You've got no idea what he said but he still sounded damn cute. 

You could just lay in bed with him all day without a worry in the world and no desire to get up at all. Well...unless to shower, anyway. It's not that you don't enjoy having the scent of his cologne all over you but you're also covered in sweat and other bodily fluids also.

A loud knock on the hotel door bringing a pout to your face. "Thatch? You in there? Marco's worried about ya!" It sounds like Ace's voice. Honestly, you love Thatch's brothers like they're your own, but can they please just give you and this man some alone time? He does sound genuinely concerned though.

Thatch still fast asleep judging by how relaxed his body is. This is rather alarming since you know what happens when he doesn't answer his brothers in the morning, they barge right in. Like Marco did at the travelodge.

Except this time; you're both completely naked, covered in sweat and you both have that after-sex smell lingering on your bodies. No, no, no. You're not being caught like this, especially not by Ace.

"He's in here, don't worry!" You boldly call out, your brain immediately breaking out into a tidal wave of screams in your head while Ace falls completely silent outside. So quiet that all you can hear is Thatch's soft breathing from behind you.

"Oh?! W-Well, alrighty then! My deepest apologies for disturbing you both, I'll let Marco know he's safe!" Thank God, Ace is in a more polite mood today. "MARCO, HE'S ALRIGHT~! HE JUST GOT LAID~!" Or so you thought.

"Shut up, Ace." Thatch grumbles tiredly, the brunette shifting a little in his sleep and his arm tightening around your waist, his lips planting a gentle kiss on the back of your head. "What...What's happening?" 

His voice is so damn cute first thing in the morning~! And his precious sleepy confusion~!!

"Marco's worried about his big brother~" You chime teasingly, shuffling around in Thatch's arms to face him and your heart just about melting in your chest when you see how adorable he currently looks. His brown eyes are still half-lidded and his smile is as charming as always but his hair is all messy and there's even some strands stuck to his face. "At least, I think he's younger than you...isn't he?"

Thatch's brows furrowing at the question as a thoughtful expression takes over his features. The poor man clearly isn't awake enough to be doing any math right now. "Yeah, I think I'm about two years older." He finally answers, the uncertainty as clear as day in his tone. "Or is it one year?"

I don't know, Thatch. That's why I asked you.

A giggle escaping your lips at the adorable skepticism on his face as your index finger gently traces the scar beside his eye, you had heard he got it when he was a kid. Him and Marco were play fighting outside and Marco thought it would be a good idea to use a shovel as a weapon. 

According to Newgate; the blonde cried his eyes out when he hit Thatch with it so hard that the brunette's body went all limp and he started bleeding heavily. The old man also said that when he took Thatch to the hospital, Marco was still in tears and begging Thatch not to die. 

So damn cute, really. 

"I wasn't expecting our road trip to result in this~" You hum softly, the handsome man reaching up and taking your hand in his and planting a kiss along each of your knuckles delicately. 

"Me either," A slightly sad flicker in his eyes as he entwines his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand warmly. "I wouldn't have thought I was worthy of someone as perfect as yourself." 

Those words just about crushing your heart, your brows raising as you stare up at him questioningly. "Why?" You can't wrap your head around why he'd think you're at all above him. Sure, you're not trash or anything. But this man is loaded, good-looking, fun, charming and above all; he's kind. 

A lot of people let their money and success go straight to their heads but not Thatch, he will still welcome potential friends with open arms. He doesn't care if you're rich or poor, old or young, ugly or beautiful. He's the most humble man you know.

"Because I'm just...well, the other one." He answers with a chuckle this time but you can tell it stings. This is why it pisses you off so much when their so-called family friends either forget his name or ignore his existence completely. "I'm sure you could land yourself Marco or Ace if you wanted, but you like me? It's just a pleasant surprise."

Now I just want to hunt down anybody who has ever made this man feel worthless and brutally murder them.

"Well, Thatch~ You're not the other one to me, you're the only one~" You jest in attempts to lighten his mood, seems it works too. The brunette suddenly turning playful and wrestling you against the mattress and pinning you down by your wrists before he plants butterfly kisses all over your face. 

"You're my only one too, [F/n]~" Thatch beams cutely, his warm hands sliding all the way down your arms and waist to your thighs before he leans in, kissing your neck gently. "I think I need a shower, though. Care to join me~?" His sultry voice rasping in your ear and causing your face to immensely burn up.

This man has the libido of a bunny!