Just Lay Down
Rusty Ryan x reader
tw:fluff, morning day, allusions to the freaky dekay act, no smut, light touching, etc, kissing, cuddling
It wasn’t like you never woke up early or anything, but the sunrise flashing right in your face was something else. Whoever designed the villa didn’t seem to think about have the sun rising being a problem for the people sleeping in bed. Your eyes were squinted as you tried to glare at the sun for shining. It was a fruitless cause though. Letting out a soft sigh, you stretched your legs as far as they could and curled your toes before swinging over the side of the bed, about to stand. “Dmff.” You hear something behind you and you turn to look at your now husband. All you can see is his blonde hair as he lays face down into the pillow. When he feels the weight of the bed hasn’t shifted, he peeks a baby blue eye out. “Don’t.” He repeats, mouth unblocked. You chuckle and shake your head. “I’m awake Rus, might as well.” You reply, running a hand over your shoulder, rubbing out knots. “No.” He groans, arm shifting from under him to grab your waist. “Stay w’f me.” His words are addled by sleep still and he tugs you back, causing your spine to hit the mattress. “Robert.” You say sternly. You always tried to get a move on with the day, even on your off days. Rusty on the other hand, liked to lounge around any time he could. Which included your Italian honeymoon. Still, when his face comes near yours and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, you let him pull you back under the covers.
“We should get up.” You offer, snuggling into his bare chest. “We should.” He sighs, capturing your hand in his larger one. “But will we?” He asks, tone playfully serious. “No.” You reply, biting your lip before pressing your forehead to his. Rusty leans his head forward so he can kiss you slowly, still savoring the taste of your lips. As you lay there, the sun continues to rise, painting the room a vibrant orange. When he pulls away, the tress rock gently in the wind and you can see the birds flying through the air. “Well. Which friend did you go to for this place, I want to know.” you insist, stroking your hand through Rusty’s hair.
He shrugs. “Businessman owed me for stealing back a sensitive document.” You nod slowly. You knew about Rusty’s profession of course, but never knew who it always connected him to. But the villa was nice. You didn’t get a too good look at it last night, you and Rusty were…distracted…but the room was beautiful, intricate tile on the floor and silk bedsheets on the push bed. An old cabinet sat on one wall and a door to a bathroom on the other. A nice little place. “Well, is this what we are to do with our day?” You ask, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. “Mm. I could think of something.” Robert teases you, and drops a hand down your your thigh, creeping inward. Shaking your head, you shift until you’re on top of him, and Rusty kisses your cheek. “Lake Como is beautiful this time of year. We can visit there and head into town. Maybe head to a vineyard.” Rusty says, and you nod. “Sounds great Rus.” You murmur, pressing a swift kiss to his temple before quickly moving out of the bed, causing Rusty to groan. “I meant later.” He whines, propping his head on his elbow. “Rusty, the day has begun. Accept it.” You say, brushing out your head near the dresser. “Fine. But five more minutes.” He says, tossing back covers for you to join him again. He gazes at you and you roll your eyes before laughing “Five minutes.” You reply, letting him hold you for the rest of the morning instead.
AN:Sorry it’s so short!! 😔 working on more Oceans 11 stuff. Maybe rewatching the trilogy will get my motivation back 😅
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