Dancing In Our Underwear - Gwilym Lee
Summary: Gwilym comes home to you dancing in your underwear.
Warnings: None, really, other than this is my first one shot, and first thing Iâve ever written as a reader insert, so it might be cringy.
Gwilym and you had been dating for nearly a year now, having met in a small, domestic coffee shop in downtown London after youâd just been fired from your job as an intern for one of the biggest companies in England. Something about ânot getting his coffee to him on timeâ, if you recalled. You werenât as angry or upset about it as you initially thought youâd be, and meeting Gwilym seemed to help with the hurt you were feeling.
The two of you clicked practically immediately, laughing about the most mundane things until you were red in the face. He had bought you a hot chocolateâmuch to your dismay, you were absolutely fine with paying, he just wouldnât let up until you agreedâand you ended up sitting there with him until the coffee shop had closed at nine in the evening. He brought you home and before he was about to leave, he turned on his heel and asked for your number. He wanted to see you again.
And so, he did. You two were practically inseparable, and even his friends could see that he was completely head over heels for you. But of course, not a word they said would ever make you believe them.
That was, until Gwilym asked you out.
âI told you!â Joe squealed, causing a laugh to fall from your lips as Gwilym snaked his arm around your waist. âYou never listen!â
âAre you happy, now? You got to say âI told you soâ, now shush!â you laughed, high-fiving him when he held his hand up.
âOf course Iâm happy, my one true pairing finally realized their feelings for each other!â
Now, a year later, youâre stood in front of the stereo system in yours and Gwilymâs shared apartment, connecting your Bluetooth from your phone to it. You knew that Gwil wouldnât be home for a little while longer and you were bored, so you decided that while you were cooking dinner, youâd listen to some music. You were originally planning on wearing headphones for the main reason you had annoyed your neighbours enough with loud music, but considering you wanted to cook, it was a bad idea.
With the click of a button, âCould Have Been Meâ by The Struts was playing through the speakers loud enough that you could let the music overtake you. You danced your way into the kitchen and turned the tap on, running a pot under it. Once it had filled with enough water, you shut the tap off and swayed your hips as you carried it to the stove, placing it on the burner gently, making sure not to spill.
The burner was on and you had salted your water, waiting for it to boil so you could put in the pasta. The best part of the song came on and you slid on your socks into the bigger part of the living roomâwhich, thankfully, was connected to the kitchenâand started to dance.
You were only wearing one of Gwilymâs old button ups over a pair of floral knickers and a small pair of socks, which left it so that every time you moved your arms a certain way, part of your midriff would show. You danced and danced, hoping that soon, Gwilym would come home.
Once the song changed over, you made your way back into the kitchen, happy that your water had finally come to a boil. You poured in the pasta and stirred it a bit before placing the lid over it and turning on the timer.
Gwilym was coming up the lift and from the end of the hallway, he could hear the music you had going. A chuckle fell through his lips and he practically ran over towards your apartment, making sure to compose himself before opening the door.
He smiled, watching as you danced with your back to him, your [H/C] waves bouncing about. He slung his bag from his shoulders and hung it on the coat hook, along with his coat. You were too engaged in your music and dancing to even have heard him come in. He kicked off his shoes and jumped out of his trousers, discarding them somewhere in the small area by the door.
âJesus! Gwilym, donât do that!â you scowled, turning around as he placed his large hands on your waist. He chuckled and bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
âDance with me, darling.â
And so you did. Gwilym and you danced around to the loud music, laughter spilling from both of your lips as you twirled andâsomehowâmanaged to slip, landing in quite a dramatic stance. Gwilym had to steady himself by placing his hands on his knees as he laughed, your hair falling around your head in a halo-like way.
âYouâre so beautiful, I really donât know how I got this lucky,â he told you once he regained his composure, holding a hand for you to get up. You stood up and grinned at him, pressing a well needed kiss to his lips.
âShit!â you yelled as you pulled away, running into the kitchen. Gwilym followed behind you with a worried look on his face.
âWhat is it, [Y/N/N]?â he asked nervously.
You turned to look at him and threw your hands in the air dramatically before pointing at the pot on the stove. âIâve burnt the pasta!â
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