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in which johnny and his girl never break their morning routine.
✧ ·˚ ༘ ➷ ·˚.࿐ having been enveloped in each others arms for a mere hour after already being wide awake. johnny's heart physically felt as if it was going to burst in two at the pitter patter of her lips against the freckled flesh of his shoulder. a newish-old couple, reason being they'd only been together for a year but it's felt like a month with how fast time has flown by. a morning ritual has adorned both of their schedules since she's moved into his cozy, fair los angeles apartment. tufts of his middle parted hair, flopped evenly post his crinkled forehead. crinkled and wrinkled, mostly because he's trying to piece together what his child-like girlfriend is doing.
it's far too early for loving and she knows he's got to be up for the studio in less then forty minutes. though the scent of her coconut hair and her palms settling neatly against his warm, muscular back, have him melting against her— squeezing onto each other like their lives depended on it.
"baby .." his tone is low, and his chin is pressed atop her head, combing his ring clad fingers past her scalp. small, hallow dimples forming on either side of his face. she peers up however, unifying her pleasure toward his pursing pink lips.
they've stayed in bed hours mast schedule. how could either of them remove themselves from such a succulent, self-sobering moment.
"hm," she hums, head falling back against the satin materials pillow at johnny's unwillingness to lie still. his emerald orbs lowly laced at her slender, cloth-less body.
"gotta' get up, dar's gonna' kill me," he reminds though it's killing him to have those words leave his mouth. johnny could admit it hurt like a bitch— hell at that, to even get out of bed and leave her to helpless and lonely.
"tell her you're sick," she flutters her eyes at the shirtless build in front of her. and all he can do is take his bottom lip between his teeth and chuckle at her gesture. he shoves her face away with one hand, because he knows that she's trying to get him to fall into her trap. he's pushing past the comforter whilst it lands on her face. and she swears a buckles of drool waters from her salivary glands at the sight. calvin klein briefs never hugged him so tight.
"can't do that," he toes on his black socks, trailing pat the bathroom door. and she's on her feet, running to catch up to him. y/n is regretting the cold sensation of the oak floors against her feet.
a tooth brush is found locked into his hand, shifting once an abrupt set of small arms collide with his torso.
"stay with me bub."
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this was really short haha! but i feel like i've done so many other writings similar to this is my other imagines book on my other account. more original things are coming soon, can't wait for you all to read it.
