This is based off of a dream I had last night that had me crying when I woke up cause it wasn't real lmao
Hope you all enjoy ❤️
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"Did you lose them? For the fifth time?" Your boyfriend yells, waving his long arms in the air as he shuffles through his room to find his misplaced car keys. "I didn't lose them! I handed them to you last!" You yell back, sighing as you realize you can never come off as intimidating or angry as you'd like due to being more of a fascist than you'd ever admit.
He scoffs, throwing the blankets off of his bed and feeling the mattress as the sheets fly through the air and land on the side of the bed. His lengthy yet toned body moves off of the mattress and dips down, looking under the dresser. His long sleeved black shirt hangs from his body and rises a bit, giving you a glimpse of his side, the skin you know to be soft and hot to the touch.
He stands up, his height making him look like a dark, beautiful daydream as the golden sunlight peeks through the window behind him and outlines his figure. You can tell from the disgruntled expression on his face and the purse of his plump lips that he's about to argue back, but you stop him.
You reach into your back pocket, and pull out your own pair of car keys belonging to your 2008 model Honda that you still hadn't gotten rid of despite Romans protests and bribes that usually went along the lines of "I'll buy you a new one, just get rid of it, you can pick any car you want." Which you'd politely decline due to not wanting to take anything from him simply because he offered, and simply because he can afford it.
Your throw them to him, and he catches them in his large, sparsely ring clad hands with a *clank*. His eyebrows furrow and his green eyes look down at yours from the close proximity in which you both are standing, confusion evident.
"Take them, I know my car probably doesn't live up to your standards because you're so used to driving around in luxury, but since you want to blame me for yours being missing, just take mine." You say, and quickly turn on the heels of your shoes, walking out of his large room and slamming the heavy door shut.
You caught a glimpse of the look in his eyes as you left, and it makes you feel a twinge of guilt in your chest for being so snappy towards him, especially since it was such a small argument. He looked sort of taken aback and, maybe even a little hurt that you'd suggest your car isn't good enough for him, and you regret the words ever leaving your mouth since you know for a fact Roman isn't like that with you. He's always respected you and loved you and has never made you feel less than just because you aren't as wealthy as him. To be fair, no one is as wealthy as him in this town.
You make your way down the long staircase, right hand running down the cold metal rail as you finally step onto the hard floor. You turn, looking back up at his door with a sad expression. You look around the large house, contemplating wether or not you should go back up and apologize, or if you should just go to the massive kitchen and fix yourself food, and wait for him to come back down and leave, though you know as soon as you see him you'll feel bad all over again.
Even though it was a small, silly argument, you still know that it wasn't fair for you to pull the card you did and make him feel bad. You nod your head, as if silently telling yourself "He's changed and become not as much of a dick as he used to be, for you, so now it's your turn to own up to being bitchy."
You march back up the staircase, before making it to the large dark door. You grip the cold doorknob and turn it to the side, opening up the entrance to his dim room. You don't say anything as you walk in, but you feel your heart break a little as you see him sitting at the edge of the bed, long and nimble fingers fiddling with your keys as he looks down at his hands in his lap.
His head perks up, and you notice soft strands of hair that came out of its neat styling, framing bits of his sharp features. You walk up to him, quite quickly, and a look of confusion crosses his face as you get closer to him, until he realizes what you're doing. You softly place your hands against the side of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against the expansion of your cool palm as you gently lift his head up, and press a firm kiss to his pillowy lips.
He relaxes into the kiss, one hand coming up and covering half of the side of your face due to its size, as his fingertips run through your hair above your ear. Your thumb gently strokes the high point of his cheekbone, nearly grazing the small scar that has made its home for many years now, just below it.
You're sitting half on the plush bed, one of your legs tucked under you as the other rests on top of his thigh, just above his knee. The kiss, though not under any wild or grave circumstances, feels passionate. Definitely an "I'm sorry." Kiss.
Your pair of lips overlaps his top one and vice verse one last time, before the warmth of the kiss separates. "I shouldn't have been so mean, and I'm sorry for saying what I did. I love you." You say softly, both of your faces still close enough for his minty breath to fan over your mouth while your eyes meet.
The corners of his pink lips upturn slightly, as he gently shakes his head, fingertips still brushing through your hair. Your hands are still on his face and you absentmindedly realize you want to keep them their for as long as possible. "It's ok, I probably lost then anyways and just forgot and thought I gave them to you. I'm sorry, and I love you too." He says, a genuine and much softer tone in his smooth voice as he speaks.
You lean in, kissing him once more. "Are you upset?" You ask, worried he might still be mad and is just holding it in. He makes a face, as if silently saying "Of course not." As he gently rubs your cheek with the back of his hand, the roughness of his knuckles creating a comforting juxtaposition to the softness of his other palm on the opposite side of your face. "I can't stay mad at you, and we were both being dickheads. Don't feel bad baby." He says with a chuckle, leaning in and pecking your forehead, then your cheeks, and then your lips, his mouth leaving small wet marks on your skin.
"Ok, Good, cause I was thinking maybe I could make it up to you." You say wth a smirk, fingers traveling down his neck and then to his prominent collarbones through the soft fabric of his shirt. "Well I can't say no to an angel." He says, as you giggle and push him backwards gently, crawling on top of his large figure and straddling his taut waist.
No matter what, wether you both had little arguments or big ones, you always knew that at the end of the day you had each other and none of those petty bickering sessions mattered. You truly loved one another, something Roman didn't think he could ever do, but he, as well as you, are more than grateful to share such an honest connection with the other, and you both continuously feel like the luckiest people on earth.
Hi lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this, I love soft Roman and him letting you be all lovey and apologetic. Can't wait to start making more imagines for you guys! Hopefully I'm not about to hit my chapter limit aha ❤️-xx
