Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Honeymoon | Dave Hodgman (AU)

Imagine #21

Word Count: 1380

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Y/N'S POV:

The mattress slightly dips down from beside me, causing my eyes to flutter open. Bright sunlight from the window was floating through the curtains, partially blinding my eyes.

"Morning, Mrs. Hodgman." The sound of the groggy, yet sexy voice said.

A smile appears on my lips as I remember what occurred yesterday. I was finally married to the love of life. Turning around, I'm met with Dave who's hair is a bit messy and sprawled on his head, but he still managed to look cute.

"Morning," I say while stretching. "What time is it?"

"It is eleven o'clock." He states as he lies back down, our faces only inches away from each other.

Dave's hand fumbles around in the bed sheets until it intertwined with my own. "What do you planning on doing today? It's our first day of officially being husband and wife."

"How about we stay in all day? I mean, that's only if you want to?" He sighs, twisting at the glossy sliver band around my ring finger.

"That's fine with me. We do have a little over two weeks here, so we will have plenty of time for exploring in this gorgeous ole' town." I utter, watching him play with the ring in amusement.

After the wedding reception yesterday, Dave and I drove in his old fashioned car to the airport. We ended catching the longest flight to Cape Town which is located in South Africa. It's always been one of my dream destinations to go to after college and Dave said he needed to make sure it happened for me.

"Hello? Y/N?" He frantically waves his free hand in my face.

"Uh- what? Sorry." I say, breaking away from my thoughts.

Dave adjust his position, leaning over me while his arm held him up so he wouldn't fall on top of me. "I asked if you wanted some breakfast. I could make us something with whatever's in the fridge."

I nod, a yawn escaping from me. "That'll be great. Then, I can sleep some more until you get back."

He shakes his head, laughing at me as he get up. My eyes scan over the pink scratches that were scattered all over his toned bare back. An accomplished smirk forming on my lips since I knew that I had made those last night.

"It's not nice to stare, baby."

I blush, pressing my hands against my face in embarrassment. "My bad. Although, I have to stare at my art every once in a while. I mean, I am the one who created it."

"You're not the only creating art. . ." He trails off, slipping on a pair of baggy gray sweatpants. "I've got my own masterpiece too."

His wink sends shivers down my spine, his feet padding against the carpeted floor as he leaves the bedroom. A sigh comes from my parted lips as I gaze up at the ceiling that had little designs drawn on it, making the room feel cozy.

Deciding that I wasn't going to go back to sleep, I get up and head to the bathroom for a warm shower. Sliding out the pair of lace underwear I currently had on, I step foot into the steamy shower, letting the water instantly run down my exposed skin. I hum to a popular tune as I wash my body and hair, my fingers massaging scalp.

After finishing up, I dry off with a towel and decide to let my hair air dry. Steam flows out of the bathroom once I swing the door open with the towel still covering my naked body. My humming echoing in the room as I search through my suitcase for comfortable clothes to wear for the day.