hello! Can i have a Dimitrescu with a short S/o like a 1,55 meters (5 ft and something)? (Me as as short person)
Always read like the S/O being able to reach their neck on hugs to lean the chin on their shoulder and stuff BUT what if..... 👀
Honestly, such a mood. I am quite short too soooo I can say this has been a thought on my mind. I went with our loveable Daniela, who deserves so many cuddles <3
Descending the ladder with enough tomes to warrant a caution from your beloved below, you chuckled softly under your breath. Her concern was endearing, even more so as her bottom lip jutted out in a pout. Turning on one of the last rungs, you took advantage of your newfound height, planting a kiss on those very lips that soon morphed into a familiar grin. "Willing to share the load, dragă mea?"
With hands hovering before you, you feigned contemplation, allowing your brows to furrow as to make the act all the more convincing. Although, as Dani proceeded with a grabbing motion using her outstretched hands, your facade crumbled, giving in with grace as books slid from your possession into her own. Satisfaction bloomed within you seeing her smile widen as she carefully handled the worn books, delicately bound with leather backings.
With her hands now occupied, the chance of being carried slimmed. However, Daniela was attuned to your needs, wasting no time swarming back then forth, momentarily parting from you to deposit the novels. Bending ever so slightly, the redhead gave you ample time and opportunity to leap upward. The pounce saw you cling, wrapping all limbs around her frame, while a joyous squeal slipped from your lips.
Spurred on by your peels of laughter, Dani began to spin in place, levitating as high as she possibly could. In a matter of seconds, she, too, joined in your excitement, cackling loudly as she pulled your body closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Couldn't help yourself, iubi?"
Confirmation came in the form of a hum, the last audible response gained before reaching the skylight. The chilled panes of glass emanated the sharp nip of the winter's eve, prompting the taller of the pair to shudder, body tensing as the cold seeped beneath her skin.
"Come, let's begin the story you picked; you always chose the best."
Reaching the edge of the sofa, your beloved set you down with care, securing your body as it slid downward with gravity. Repeating the action herself, Daniela freed her lap to allow your own frame to sprawl across with a stretch. Nestling against her thighs and chest, you let out a content sigh, happy to find Dani's fingers already softly combing through your hair, detangling knots and straightening tresses in her path.
Once tossing a blanket to engulf your bodies, Daniela began to read, having retrieved her novel that she now precariously balanced atop of the armrest. Her voice, so expressive yet calming, resonated as she continued to scratch her nails against your scalp, pulling forth appreciative hums.
You couldn't ask for more; it was bliss, your mind craving for this moment to remain constant. Slowly your thoughts drifted as your half-lidded eyes gazed upon the redhead above, her focus almost entirely dedicated to reading out loud to you. The desire to map and memorise both her face and tattoo was almost consuming, but you couldn't quite make it past the porcelain skin across the bridge of her nose that scrunched every few seconds and that free of blood ever so close to her mouth. Your eyes became fixated on those lips that sounded out words you knew to be of your vocabulary, but they faded into the background as Daniela's sheer radiance was all you could think of.
Committing her delicate features to mind proved to have some effect beyond the blush that spread across your own cheeks. Your eyes fluttered every moment or so, closing at last only to be taken into a peaceful slumber. A press of lips against the crown of your head was the last sensation you felt as she continued to read, even past the point of consciousness.
