One Shots

"luckiest man in the world"

prompt: "i'm the luckiest person on earth"
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A Hardzello since I haven't done one in a while, enjoy!

I wake up to a nest of messy blond hair covering my face and neck. I swear, some of it is in my mouth.
"Holy hell, Ben. When are you gonna chop this all off?" *i know he wore a wig but work with me here*
He groans as he pulls back from me a little bit so he can look me in the eyes.
"I dunno. I was actually thinking of growing it out more. Dying it, maybe. Definitely dreadlocks, too"
Despite his serious expression, I could practically hear the smirk in his response. I decide to go along with the joke as I continue,
"Or maybe, like, a reverse mohawk. I think that'd be really hot"
He chuckled as I stood up, slipping some sweatpants on and a t-shirt.
"Do you have to leave?" He inquires.
"We've gotta make money somehow, Benny"
He smiles and gets up, only wearing his boxers still. He snakes his arms around my torso and pulls me into him. The action makes me gasp, then sigh into his shoulder.
I feel so safe when I'm with him. We could be on the edge of a cliff, and as long as I got to look into his eyes, I wouldn't even be afraid. I love him so fucking much. Every moment spent away from him hurts from the longing in my chest. Now that we're together, I can't imagine my life without him. When we spend time with each other it all just feels right, and okay. I know it sounds cliche, but maybe it is. And maybe that's not so bad.
His fingers trace patterns into my back and I wonder how I got this lucky. How did I get this angel of a man to be mine. I must be the luckiest man in the world. The memories without Ben in them all seem to have turned grey, but when I look back at the ones we share, it's like there's colors nobody else can see are there.
His breath is hot on my neck in comparison to the air around us. I nuzzle myself further into his hold before I open my eyes and realize it's already 6:20. I should have been out of the shower by now and nearly on my way to work. Looks like I'm skipping breakfast this morning.
I pull back and peck him on the lips.
"I'm sorry honey, but I've really got to go. Look at the time. I've got to get to work."
My words make him frown, the last possible thing I would ever want to happen.
"Aw. Don't be like that, Ben. I'll be back before you know it", I say, attempting to cheer him up a little before I depart.
"That's not true", he pouts, "I count the minutes that you're away."
I almost roll my eyes at how cheesy he is, but simply smile instead, grateful that he seems to miss me as much as I do him.
"Can't you skip work today?", he pleads, "tell them you're sick or something. I want to spend time with you baby."
I do have a couple sick days left... and I always want to spend more time with him then there is time in the day...
"Sure babe", I say with a smile that only grows once he has his own plastered across his fair face.
I snuggle myself back under the blankets next to him. Before long, our limbs are intertwined and Ben is fast asleep next to me.
His thick eyelashes cast long shadows down his cheeks from the sun shining in through window above the wooden headboard. His lips are too enticing not to kiss, so I peck him on the lips before telling him that I love him.
It's going to be a good day.