Assassins Creed Imagines \ Preferences

Snuggle Time (Reader X Arno)(MAJOR FLUFF)(MODERN)

This was requested by KiaTheInsomniac. Sorry its a wee bit short, I hope you don't mind!
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It was wintertime in Arno and I's apartment, and damn was it cold. Snow was on the ground, our pipes frozen, and little snowflakes of ice from Jack Frost were plastered against our windows. In addition to our water pipes, the heaters decided not to work. So I laid on the couch watching TV while under a huge fluffy blanket.

Arno was at work, so I was stuck at home in the freezing cold. All alone. Just me, the TV, and the couch.

It was hours before the door swung open and Arno's bundled form hobbled into the living room. Arno undid his many jackets, ultimately dumping them onto the floor, completely missing the coat rack. His outfit was the usual jeans and T-shirt with a sweatshirt, but as always, he rocked it.

"Hello, babe," Arno greeted, walking over and gently placing a loving kiss to my cheek. I smiled, as I enjoyed his presence. He was my one in seven billion, my light in the darkness, my joy in the sadness, my everything in a world of nothings. Arno made me complete, made my heart complete.

Arno lightly sat on the couch, taking his place next to me, creating a weak dent in the cushion. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer and into his solid, muscular frame. Arno rests his head on mine, draping the blanket over the both of us.

"I missed you, Arno," I spoke weakly, hoping for his embrace to become warmer. I was so unbelievably cold I was slowly becoming numb. A wave of chills washed over my body, causing me to violently shiver for a second or two. Arno's face had a newfound concern, one he showed quite often but tried ever so hard to hide it.

I complained selfishly, "I'm cold, Arno." Arno closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He cuddled closer to me.

"I know, cherie, I know," Arno responded. I felt like somehow I'd agitated him with my constant whining. Suddenly, Arno dipped his head, breath tickling my neck. He then began softly kissing and bitting at the tender flesh. A blush managed to dominate my face, questions filling my head.

"A-Arno! W-what are you d-doing?" I asked, which caused him to stop. Arno lifted his head, blushing. His chocolate orbs gazed into mine.

"I'm warming you up. You want to be warm, do you not?" Arno questioned, holding in the urge to stutter. And so, he went back to work, on "warming me up".

It actually made me nice and toasty, which led to. . .other things. Though, it created a  window of opportunity for a better relationship. Not to say it wasn't great before, which it was. Let's just say there was going to be another mouth to feed in about nine months.