Domestic Bliss (Dustin Bates)

College

In honor of a paper I have two pages and an interview left of that's due on Linda's desk in exactly 11 hours and 23 minutes and I'm super stressed because ew English 101 and college, here you go. This one is for you, Linda.

Friday night and all you wanted to do was cry. You had had a rough week of tests and papers due out the wazoo. This was what you got for taking five classes in a semester, the first one starting at 8 am. You stumbled into your apartment, throwing your books down on your table before looking around for your roommate.

"Hey, I'm home!" You called, looking around your apartment. You groaned, walking into your room, ready to completely faceplant on your bed. To your surprise, your boyfriend, Dustin laid on your bed, wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, snuggled up under your favorite fuzzy blanket.

"Surprise!" He smiled sleepily, stretching out on your small bed.

"Dustin, what are you doing here?" You demanded, moving over to kneel on your bed and smack him. He knew you had a lot of work to do. He smiled, grabbing your wrists and pulling you on top of him.

"I wanted to see you," he answered, rubbing his nose against your gently, smiling at you brightly as his lips brushed yours on occasion. You smiled, giving in and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Then you could have told me and I would have stayed at the library longer working." He pouted, making sure his lips touched yours.

"But then we couldn't snuggle in the library. I know, we've gotten kicked out for that before." You laughed lightly, resting your forehead against his. You closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath. "Hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah, Dustie?"

"I love snuggling with you." He rolled onto his side, making you roll over, too. Your back was now against the wall while your front was pressed into his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist to keep you from moving and himself anchored. You smiled, holding him tighter.

"I love snuggling with you, too, Dustin." You tucked your head under his chin, closing your eyes and leaving soft kisses on his neck beneath your lips. When you stopped, he started singing to you, his voice low and soft.

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord

I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord," You giggled, looking up at him.

"Dustin Bates, are you singing Phil Collins to me?" He turned red, forcing your head back to where it had been resting against his neck and chest.

"Oh, shut up," he told you, lacing his fingers in your hair.

"It's cute," you assured, running your fingers down his strong back. He curled his legs up closer to you on the bed.

"Whatever, babe. Just go to sleep." You moved your head to look up at him.

"Will you be here when I wake up?" Your eyes were pleading as they stared into his. He smiled, kissing your lips softly.

"Always. Now, sleep. You've had a long week. Then, we're running for food, coming back here, and cuddling more." You smiled and snuggled back into his chest.

"Okay, Dustie." A moment of silence passed between the two of you.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you, too, Dustin. Now, go to sleep. You've had a long week, too." Moments later, he was completely asleep. You smiled and kissed over his heart lightly before placing your head against it and falling asleep yourself.