Bruno Mars One-shots written very late at night to the wee hours of the morning. A collection of both spur of the moment singular ideas, dialogue and writing prompts mixed in pieced together with music, love and a dusting of sarcasm for your enjoyme...
"Babe, I think you guys should call it a night," you say as you walk over and rest your hand on Bruno's shoulder. He and the guys have been at it for three house since they we're supposed to turn in for the night. The guys mill around, some have sips of water, others check their phones and sit down for a few minutes. You stand beside Bruno who sits on a stool with an electric guitar in his lap. He's dressed in a worn MJ shirt with black jeans and converse with a maroon and black flannel and and an Indians snapback. His eyes are alittle red and so is his nose and the tips of his ears.
"I just want to finish this section first," he says as he glances up at you. He directs his attention back to the instrument in his lap and marks out the set of notes he's been playing for the last thirty minutes singing the lyrics of the song under his breath as he plays.
"Why don't you guys just start fresh tomorrow afternoon? You have another practice scheduled then, don't you?"
"Yeah but," he shifts and you take your hand off of his shoulder. "If we finish this part now, we won't have to worry about it tomorrow."
"It's my day drop the kids off to school tomorrow," Phil says. He stands and slips his phone in his back pocket. "How much longer are we gonna run B?"
"Give me fifteen more minutes, we've almost got it. I need to hear it a few more times there's still something that doesn't sound quite right." You walk back over to the couches and sit down with one of your legs bent beneath you. You turn Bruno's direction and go back to going between watching him and guys and reading the latest book that has your attention on your phone. You do your best to stay awake as they continue running the same song over several more times. When it's finally time to leave you get in your car and follow Bruno home in his. Once he's ready for bed you walk armed and ready to take care of the on coming cold you knew he was going to catch.
After the Nyquil is drained from the measuring cup, Bruno sets it down on his bedside table. He has a quick sip of water then looks up at you with tired, red rimmed eyes.
"Lift up your shirt," you request. Contrary to his usual, 'you first' or any other cheeky comment, he's obedient without protest and doesn't even offer a vocal response. You take the Vicks and rub his back and chest. With the last bit, you rubs some in beneath his nose.
"Its gonna burn there," he comments moving his nose.
"But you'll be able to breathe while you're sleeping," you reply. You kiss him on the forehead. He smiles and his eyes sparkle, only dispelling the tired look in them for a moment.
"Thanks Babe." You run the backs of your fingers across his left cheek and smile. He's adorable all the time but especially when he's tired and you can't help but allow your eyes to linger on him for a moment longer. You gather your things and start to head for the door. He walks you there and opens it for you.
"I'll be back tomorrow to check on you, ok?" He nods and stands in the doorway as you walk out to your car. Once inside, he waves and you drive off. ________________________________________________________________________________
When you arrive the next morning, Bruno is still fast asleep in bed. His bottle of water barely has a quarter amount of water left in it and the box of tissues at his bedside has more than one tissue sticking out of the opening at the top. G suddenly trots into Bruno's bedroom and walks right up to him. He proceeds to nudge him with his nose.
"Its too early, boy," Bruno whines half asleep. You giggle at his tired voice and motion for G to follow you. Quickly and quietly, you grab G's leash and take him out; you roller blade as you walk him, figuring you get a workout out of it. When you return, Bruno is still fast asleep in nearly the same position you left him in. After tending to G for a moment and giving him a good rub, you tiptoe into the master bathroom and take a quick shower then change into some spare clothes you left at Bruno's place a week or so back. You sit on the bed beside him and brush out your hair as he stirs fighting his body's goal to wake up. When he finally gives in, you've just about finished braiding your hair in two dutch braids.
"Y/N?" He reaches toward you and with opening his eyes, his right hand finds your thigh. He rubs his eyes with his free hand then looks up at you and smiles. "Good morning." A smile breaks across your lips.
"Good morning," you say back. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." He clears his throat then moves to sit up. "I only woke up once, and that was just to drink water."
"Be right back." You leave him for a few moments then return with a mug of lemongrass tea with honey and hand it to him. "Drink this," you instruct. Just like last night, he complies without protest but as he has a sip his his lips pucker, his nostrils flex and his brows come together.
"Is it supposed to taste like that?"
"Its nasty, I know but it'll help."
"Whatever you say," He sets it aside then turns his body toward yours, propping his head up with one hand.
"I told you you should have called it a night earlier," you tease leaning toward him to check his forehead for his temperature.
"What are you reading?" Bruno asks as he rests his head in your lap.
"A romance novel," you reply. He shifts for a moment but eventually settles with one hand beneath one of your thighs his palm is soft and smooth but his fingertips are calloused but nor rough to the touch. You rest your hand on his head and massage his scalp as he drifts and in no time you notice his eyes are closed and his breathing goes soft. Once he's asleep again, you are carefully not to move too much so you won't wake him. After hour and a half or so he starts to rouse just as you are half way through a movie. He lift his head slightly and begins rubbing his left eyes with his fist like a child then he turns his face and presses his lips to your thigh.
"Look who's up," you muse as you run your fingers through his curls.
"Hey babe," Bruno mumbles. He kisses your thigh again.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better." He sits up slowly then rubs his eyes again.
"Yeah?" You comment as you watch him shed the sleep that had taken him the moment you started messaging his scalp. The little bags underneath his eyes have become a little lighter but he still looks quite tired. He smiles at you weakly then yawns.
"Yeah," he replies. He draws you in close and wraps his arms around you.
"Thank you baby," he mumbles into your neck. His kisses you there once then twice.
"Ah, ah," you breathe. "Stop while you're ahead," you chuckle pushing him away playfully.
"Whatchu mean?" he mumbles as one of his hands inch down toward your ass.
"You know what I mean," you breathe. You turn and kiss him lightly on the cheek and then give him a faux serious look. He pouts sticking out his lower lip and and stares at you with his big brown eyes. You draw him in at the chin and kiss him on the cheek.
"What? You can't blame me for trying," he chuckles back as he runs one hand over his curls.
"Uh huh, that's what I thought," you muse back shoving him in shoulder. He throws his head back and laughs aloud. His deep dimples come into view and that signature sparkle that had gone dim last night as you put him to bed returns.
"If you get me sick, you're fucked."
"Joke's on you babe," he replies raising an an eyebrow. He leans in close then winks at you. "That's exactly what I want."
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