Nicknames were something Edwin Jarvis was quite used to. He enjoyed calling you baby, doll, darling, sweetheart, babygirl, babydoll and honey. He was a very sweet person, but he was also very protective.
"Darling, can you come here?" You heard Edwin call. "Yeah, one second, Jarv." You called back. You had taken to calling Edwin by a shortened version of his last name, and he was fine with it. He was a sweetheart, and you loved him. You arrived in the kitchen, "Can you come here, please." He asked. "Yeah," You said, and walked up to him.
Once you got in front of him, he placed his hands on your waist. "You know I love you right." He said. "Yes, and I love you to." You replied. His thumbs brushed the underneath of your breasts, and you looked up at him. "Don't do that," You chuckled as you slapped his hands away from your waist. He laughed.
You leant up on your tip toes, but you still weren't able to reach his lips given the fact that he was 6'3 feet. He chuckled, "Sush, and kiss me please." You said. He nodded, and gripped your waist, raising you up a bit.
Edwin smiled.
note | why the fuck did i just write this ?? its so fucking short god i may re write this later so that its longer. but i cant right now so ya know bye.
