I’m unleashing this onto u since I can’t get it out if my head but im also bad at writing. No real basis or backstory other than reader is a hard ass
Charles gingerly placed a hand on your shoulder. When you didn’t pull away, he slipped his arms around you, putting his chest to your back. “Still mad at me?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and forth over where your shawl covers your arms.
“Very.” You replied, despite melting into his touch. The warmth of his body felt like heaven against the biting chill of winter. Even with the fire, the furs, the blankets, and all the layers of clothes, Charles warmed you better than anything else.
He chuckled, a playful, yet relieved smile gracing his lips, you almost hadn’t noticed it. You were just being stubborn, thank goodness. He leaned his head onto the top of yours. “Mad at me yet letting me hold you?”
You huffed. “I’m just too tired to push you off.”
Charles dropped his arms from around you and backed up then. “I guess I better not take advantage of you when you’re so exhausted.” He hummed.
He halted when you quickly grabbed his arm. “It’s cold. It ain’t right to let your lover freeze!” You protested, pulling him back to you—your chest facing him this time.
Charles didn’t respond then, only let out a sigh of amusement and let you settle against his chest, his hands rubbing at your back.
*bangs fist against the table*
I LOVE YOU, ANON
THIS WAS A WONDERFUL READ AH
