There are many different ways to spend your Saturday night, most prefer a wild party, going out with friends, have quite a few drinks and there's nothing wrong with that. You like to do that sometimes too, but there's one thing you prefer and would choose over that anytime, and that's cuddling on the couch with Charles, stealing small kisses, feel his caressing touch on your skin and have him nuzzle his nose into the nape of your neck. There is just nothing like that especially when it's been so long since you've had a free evening to yourself.
Charles has just returned from shooting his latest movie and even though you've visited him several times, hotel rooms and set trailers are just not your home. You've missed the peace of your shared home with no one else just him and you.
You're already lying on the couch when he walks out of the bedroom in nothing just a pair of sweatpants, his short hair is starting to grow out and you can't wait to run your fingers through his curls again.
"Getting comfy without me?" he pretends to be hurt when he sees you under your favorite fuzzy blanket and as a reply you just hold the corner up as an invitation for him to join you.
He doesn't waste too much time before he sinks himself between you and the back of the couch, scooting under the blanket, the warmth of his body immediately making you hum in satisfaction.
"Missed me, Love?"
"You know I always miss you when you're not here," you smile up at him as he is holding himself up on one arm, looking down at you with a soft, loving gaze. Leaning down he pecks your lips gently three times before lifting his head back up.
"I'm here now."
"Mm finally," you smile as he makes himself comfortable behind you, one arm curling around your waist, his hand laid out flat on your stomach and he kisses into your hair before turning his attention to the TV.
You watch some random action movie, and you listen to Charles explaining tricks they probably used to film the scenes being the insider that he is. You love it when he talks so passionately and excited about something he loves so much, and you're just genuinely happy he get to do what he loves for a living.
"Are you asleep?" he hums, nuzzling his nose into your neck, making you smile as you shake your head no.
"I was just thinking," you say turning around so you can face him.
"About what?"
"You."
"Me?" he huffs surprised. "What about me, love?"
"I don't know, just... everything." You literally think so much about him, no time would be enough to tell him every little thought you have. "I love nights like this," you admit and reaching up you run your fingers along the side of his face, down to his jawline to his lips. He playfully bites your finger and you let out a giggle.
"I love you," he breathes out pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"I think you're okay too, Michel," you tease him and you watch his face turn into a dramatic frown at your words.
"Okay? After three years of dating you're still just okay with me? That's unacceptable," he gasps and you just laugh at how big of a drama queen he can sometimes pretend to be.
"What, do you want me to say I love you? Isn't it a little too early, Mister?" you say getting in on the act.
"You're right. We barely know each other. Maybe I shouldn't be here, cuddling you without a shirt on."
"So unacceptable," you chuckle cupping his face in your palms and pulling him in for a kiss. "Where are your morals, Michel?"
"Left them in our shared bedroom," he replies and now you are laughing at him and it makes him break his act as well, a smile creeping up on his lips as he watches you admiringly. "I love your laugh."
"You mean it's okay?" you tease him and he just nods with a grin.
"Everything about you is kinda okay, I guess."
"Stop, you are making me blush," you chuckle, fingers caressing his face gently, you just can't get enough of touching him. He moves his leg, tangles it with yours and pulls you closer before kissing you slowly, passionately.
"I love you," he mumbles into your lips before he kisses your cheek, your jawline and then he buries his face into your neck as you lace your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp.
"I love you too, baby," you smile to yourself kissing into his hair and you feel his arms tightening around your figure. He is such a need, affectionate person in private. Not that he doesn't show any in public, he loves holding hands, kissing you whenever he feels like, but when it's just the two of you, he is just like a clingy baby and you definitely don't mind it.
Lifting his head up he looks down at you, eyes barely open, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as he licks them.
"Can we ditch the movie and move over into the bedroom?" he suggests with a boyish smirk and you grin at him nodding your head.
Without any further discussion, he kneels up and easily scoops you up into his arms, making you shriek at the sudden movement and you wrap your arms around his neck to secure yourself.
"Don't worry, I got you," he chuckles kissing your shoulder as he carries you into the bedroom like a little child.
"I know, you always do," you sigh kissing into his neck.
