Imagines/oneshots Book 1

32. Bruno Mars - luck on ice

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Yes this is happening and yes I hate myself. Do I care tho? Not at all.

Song: that's what I like by Bruno Mars
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It was a cold day in Manhattan. I hadn't left the condo all day due to the snow outside, but I did enjoy the white making everything brighter, providing wonderful reading light. Bruno had stepped out earlier that morning for a signing which meant he wouldn't be back for a while. I had the whole house to myself for the day. I had left over take out for lunch and made a point to not stop reading until I was finished with my current book, other than food and bathroom breaks. I finished the book at around seven at night and Bruno wasn't home yet. I was a little curious as to where he could be but I didn't really think much on it. I grabbed a fuzzy blanket and curled up on the couch in front of the warm fire to reflect on the book I had finished.

I was there for about ten minutes with light music playing in the background when the door clicked open. In walked Bruno, covered in snow holding his scarf and a glass bottle. I got up to greet him and help him with the bottle and his coat. He kissed my forehead followed with a "hey babe." he walked into the kitchen without me once his coat was hung up so I retreated to my warm place in front of the fire. When he met me in the living room he had a happier expression on his face and was holding two glasses of light pink champagne. Handing me one he sat next to me and took a sip, as I did the same.

"How was the signing today?"

"Oh you know same old same old. It's been a while though."

"Just a little drained I guess?"

"Yeah."

He took another sip and looked at me as I placed my glass on the side table.

"What did you do today?"

"I finally finished my book!"

"The one you've been reading for like a month?"

He laughed a little at me, but it was cute, and true.

"Yeah the one I've been reading for a month. I finally finished it and it was so good. Im glad I decided to take the time to read it."

"Well if it was that good maybe I should pick it up next."

He winked at me and I blushed a little looking down.

"You know if you read it all I'll want to do is talk about it right?"

"Wouldn't bother me any, I love when you talk about stuff you're passionate about, especially books."

I smiled at him, I wasn't sure what to say to that, he was to good for me. An old romantic trapped in a pimps body.

"You spoil me."

"I try."

He scooted his body a little closer to mine on the couch, placing his legs under that blanket with mine. He reached across me to put his glass on the table and when he retracted his arm he placed his hand on my cheek, turning my head to look at him. He pressed his body softly against mine and captured my lips in his. it was a quiet, dainty moment, he was gentle only pushing closer when I let him. When he pulled back we just looked in each other's eyes, it was a very loving moment, something I craved all the time that was normally satisfied by him.

"This is a nice change."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you just seemed kind of tired when you got home, but I get champagne and attention. What more could a girl ask for?"

He smiled a little and looked away from me.

"Well I mean I could give you a little heated attention. We could make love in front of the fire place. It's one of those things that I like, ya know."

"Oh I know, I think there was even a song or something about it? Maybe?"

I looked up in fake thought as he laughed at me.

"What can I say, it deserved it's own song, the only thing I didnt add to that list was you."

I smiled and blushed.

"Loser."

"What?"

"No one would ever be able to convince me you arnt the least bit romantic. But I don't need you to write a song about me or 'add me to the list', you do that everyday anyways."

He just smiled at me and hugged me tighter as we cuddled on the couch.

"It's one of my favorite things to do, sing about you."

"I love that, ya know, I love when you sing little tunes even if they are about me."

"I do it cause I love you, y/n, you know that, right?"

"Of course I know that, and I love you too bruno."

We both sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the night, until the two of us fell asleep cuddled in each others arms. He really did love me.