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The last thing he wanted to happen for your two year anniversary trip to his home country, was for a snow storm to hit; but of course, with his luck, that's exactly what happened. You had told him and endless amount of times that you didn't care, because it was the truth.
Sweden is a place you've always wanted to visit, it holds this fond, almost nostalgic place in your heart; though you've never been until now, knowing that it is the place in which your lover has lived, seen, breathed, loved and made memories in, makes your chest ache with familiarity and warmth.
His constant complaints of the unpredictable weather eventually subsided, your soft voice and gentle touch instantly soothing his worries. He wasn't upset for himself, he's used to the vicious, unmerciful winters of the country, but he just wanted everything to be perfect for you. You knew he was adamant on always making sure things were right and going as planned when it came to things like this, but you also had to make sure he understood he was not culpable for the weather of all things.
Everything is peaceful right now, the fireplace crackling and sizzling behind you as you sit across from Bill in a large, cozy recliner with a blue, handmade blanket woven out of some sort of material in which you aren't quite familiar with. Whatever it is, it's soft you think to yourself, toes wiggling in your fuzzy socks as your eyes lazily scan the black ink words of the novel in your hand.
You try to focus, but you just can't, not with the epitome of an angel sitting right across from you only five feet away. Your eyes perk up, attention drawn away from your book as you rest your sight on the limber man, sat on a plush grey couch, dressed in a baggy rust colored sweater with his long right leg draped over his left knee. He's engrossed in a script, though that wasn't his original plan.
He wanted you both to go out so you could try local cuisine with him and his family, but they got blocked out from the snow and you watched him curse at the news in Swedish as they, presumably (you're only guessing since you don't exactly know what they're saying) announced that the blizzard won't be over until a few more days.
So, the two of you decided to hunker down and just spend time in the cozy, quite lavish cottage that Bill purchased a while back for trips like this. It's rustic and modern yet feels like home even when you're far away from where home actually is, though home is never really that far away when he's with you.
He is absentmindedly chewing on his bottom lip, turning the already pink skin to a shade of deep red. His eyebrows are almost pressed completely together, pupils fixated on the paper in hand. His free hand is rested against the couches arm, index finger idly fiddling with a hangnail on his thumb that he has subconsciously fidgeted with too much while fixedly reading his script.
The feeling you get when you look at him is much like when you look out at the sky when the sun is going down, how marvelous shades of blue and pink have bled into one another so effortlessly, as if they have no choice but to exist as something that makes people stare with amazement and wonder at how something can form beauty so naturally. He's like the sun in the morning when it's just made it's way above houses and trees and the sleepy world below, giving off this radiant, blinding aura of pure warmth and light that is nearly seamless. He is so much more than what he realizes.
A soft smile makes it way across your lips as you place your book on the side table next to the recliner, before bunching the soft blanket between your fingertips and lifting it off of your body dressed in a comfy (very large) pair of Bills sweatpants and one of your favorite sweaters.
His head instantly perks up as he hears your feet touch the hardwood floor, a wide grin forming across his smooth, brood features as he sets the script to the side, eyes scanning your adorable figure covered in oversized attire as you make your way over to him. No matter what you're wearing, or how you look, he always has the same perpetual feeling of happiness and adornment in the center of his chest, knocking against his rib cage when he looks at you.
His long, welcoming arms immediately outstretch as you climb onto his firm, comfortable lap, hands finding his broad shoulders as you place your knees on either side of his narrow waist. His sweater is soft underneath your touch, and he can feel your hand as if it's on his bare skin from the warmth radiating off of your palms.
"Not enjoying your book, älskling?" Your heart physically thumps harder against your chest at the pet name that he has given you since your first year of dating. "It means my love, or honey, darling, it covers all of them." You remember him saying with that knee weakening smile planted across his rosy hued lips, a soft chuckle echoing throughout him as he looked over at you.
You give a small, humorous shrug, nose scrunched up as you fiddle with the stray bits of fabric at his collar. "It's ok, I expected it to be the only thing I wanted to be focused on right now but, I was wrong." You say with a playful smirk, moving your body closer to his upper half as you feel his slender fingers expand on the small of your back, the heat and familiar pressure of his touch making your stomach do flips.
"So what else are you focused on?" He asks, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Your hands slide up his smooth neck and to the soft hair at the nape of his neck, scratching his scalp a bit. "Oh you know, just this really handsome guy in the living room. He's really distracting, so are his lips." You say with a playful giggle, leaning in and pecking his plump pout. You'll never get used to the feeling of him, the sweetness that always lingers at the tip of his tongue and the softness of his lips. It almost seems unreal.
You both instantly become enveloped into the kiss, tongues grazing past the other and teeth nibbling in each other's bottom lip. In this moment it feels as if every worry either of you had, has simply drifted away. No matter what has happened, or will happen, all that matters is this moment; the love you both have for each other being shared through a genuine, pure action. You both realize instantly that it wouldn't matter where you are, as long as you have each other, it's already become a day worth remembering.
Hi! Hope you guys liked this lil imagine, it gave me husband Bill vibes😩
Ps. Would you guys want me to do more bulletpoints? Or "x with bill/ Roman, would include___" let me know! Love you❤️-xx
