𝒶𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓌
-fluff
warnings: none! just very short fluff
a/n: sooo this is the fluff version but while writing it I felt the urge to turn this into a smut version so let me know if I should post one… also disclaimer: I know you can’t just go to sleep after washing curly hair but lets just ignore that 😬
You and Manon have been dating for a few months now, but you’ve never had the chance to see her perform live — so tonight was the night. You’re standing in the front row, wearing your cute outfit and a huge, proud smile on your lips.
You watch every single movement Manon makes, and you can clearly see how you’re the only one she looks at throughout the whole show. Of course, you’ve seen videos of her performances before, but now you can really feel her passion and the dynamic with the group, and it warms your heart to think about how important this is to her.
When the last song is over, you can see the sweat shining on her forehead under the colorful lights. The crowd, of course, applauds and screams, and you can see how every single member enjoys this moment.
After the show, you rush backstage to Manon. Her face immediately lights up when she sees you, and you quickly pull her into a hug.
“You were absolutely amazing, babe.”
She giggles, out of breath, and gently kisses your shoulder before she pulls away.
“Thanks. I’m just really exhausted.”
You nod understandingly, and the two of you quickly find yourselves in her hotel room. Her eyes look heavy and tired, and it makes you grin slightly.
“You wanna take a hot shower?”
She sighs but nods.
You help her get undressed and turn on the shower, waiting for it to reach the perfect temperature. While you wait, you get undressed as well and talk with her about the show.
“I’m really glad everything went well,” she says and chuckles. Not all shows go as planned, but that’s part of her job, and everyone in the group has learned how to deal with that — they handle it like professionals.
“You seemed pretty energetic tonight,” you say while brushing your hair, and she blushes just a bit.
“Maybe I was trying to impress someone.”
The thought of her giving her best just to impress you makes your heart warm — and she definitely did impress you.
“It definitely worked.”
Once the water has a good temperature, you both step under it. The hot water runs down your bodies and makes Manon sigh. Her muscles feel stiff and tense; you can tell by the way she moves.
Your fingers begin to gently massage her shoulders, and she lets out a low moan that makes you grin. You start to kiss her neck and shoulders and wrap your arms around her from behind.
Manon leans completely into you and just enjoys your small kisses. You feel her getting sleepy, and before she can fall asleep under the shower, you quickly shampoo her hair, massaging her scalp with your nails as she leans her head back to give you more access.
“Ugh, I love you,” she groans, making you laugh slightly before you mumble back,
“Love you too.”
She washes her body while you rinse out her shampoo and rub some conditioner into her long curls. You kiss her neck one last time before you both step out of the shower, and you quickly wrap her in a warm towel.
Manon leans against the sink while you get her a fresh pair of underwear and her favorite pajamas.
“You packed my favorite?”
Her face lights up when you hold up the blue pajama set with all the little silly cats on it. The first time you saw her wearing it, you started laughing and told her it matched her vibe. Since then, it’s been her absolute favorite.
She gets into her pajamas before collapsing dramatically onto the bed. You do the same and pull her tightly against you.
Manon nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, and your legs tangle together in a knot. You pull the blanket over the two of you and kiss the top of her head.
“How are you feeling?” you mumble against her hair.
“Exhausted.”
You smile at her prompt answer and lazily rub circles over her back.
“You killed it tonight.”
She raises her head slightly so you can see her smirk.
“Just because of you.”
Now you’re the one smirking while she rests her forehead back against your collar.
“Good night, babe,” you whisper — and a second later, you can already hear her steady, peaceful breathing, giving away the deep sleep she’s drifted into.
