A Cozy Morning In • • • 𓂃۶ৎ
ᥫ᭡ ┇femme reader x doting sona ᥫ᭡
ᥫ᭡ ┇warnings • • • entirely self indulgent, fluffy flick, mentions of blizzard
ᥫ᭡ ┇word count • • • 824 *⁀➷
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You slowly open your eyes to the sound of porcelain dishes chatter and footsteps. Before you can even process what the sound could be, you’re immediately hit by the freezing cold nipping at your nose. You pull the silk and cotton blankets over your face with a quiet chatter escaping your lips.
The noise inside the kitchen halts, then theres silence. You can hear soft footsteps inch closer as you shiver beneath the ruffles bordering the blankets. Sona gently lifts the blankets with a sweet smile that immediately warms you inside out.
“good mornnniiinngg,” you mumble between your chattering teeth.
She giggles a bit before turning around and opening the dresser containing both of your socks, then she pulls out fluffy pink pair with lace details. She comes back to your side, with a kind of ‘i told you so’ look on her face as she hands you the socks.
As you pull the covers to the side, your gaze is drawn to the window. The insides beginning to fog on the corners from warmth of our home, but the outside is practically pure white. Sona looks over to the window before turning back to you and pushing the socks towards you a bit more. You quickly slip them on before rushing towards the window to investigate more.
Sona lets out a hum almost like a giggle while watching you before coming to your side and wrapping her warm arms around your waist. You as the snow gently dances ontop of the snow from the night before. She plants a kiss while you stand in silence, melting more into her embrace before a soft aroma of cinnamon and bread begin to fill the house. You turn to her excitedly, because what could be more exciting than a lovely day in with mi amor AND delicious goodies? She grabs you by your hand then leads you into the kitchen. You watch her hand as she walks, letting your mind take a snapshot of how perfectly her fingers interlock in yours.
She leads you to the already set out table, which begins to click in your mind that that mustve been what woke you up. She plants a kiss on your forehead before turning up the soft, classical tunes on the radio she had been playing quietly to herself before. She hands you a newspaper that was delivered earlier before turning around and beginning to cook eggs and chorizo.
You get up, to the dissatisfaction of sona, to begin pouring yourself some cold brew and pouring her some orange juice. You kiss her on her cheek as you place her glass beside her before she gives you a glare. You raise your hand up in a defeated, playful kind of way before making your way back to the table with your coffee. You sit down and fix your night gown a but before you take a sip of coffee and begin to read the news paper. You don’t know how you could’ve missed it before, but you see that this is the start of a blizzard.
“oh.. I think the snows going to get worse.” you worriedly turn to sona. “they’re calling for a blizzard”
She glides over to you and rests her head onto yours before planting a gentle kiss. She holds your hand knowingly as you melt into her a bit, it seems like she read it before you even had a chance to wake up. You sit back as you continue reading what seems to be one of the worst storms yet, but you roll your eyes. They always say that.
Sona finishes up the breakfast and begins to bring plates of the food to the table before opening the oven for the cinnamon rolls. You watch as she somehow manages to do everything so gracefully, almost as if she was dancing throughout the kitchen. You portion out everything before eating beside one another, making sona giggle when you try to eat a cinnamon roll too early and burn your tongue.
After you all finish, you both bring your dishes to the sink. Before you can even turn the water on you can hear the snow begin to catch up. What was once a soft flurry song turned into a roaring symphony of ice and snow. You watch the window as the winds pick up, nervously fidgeting with your own fingernails. Sona notices and takes your hands gently, immediately easing your nerves a bit.
She leads you to the warm living room before making you sit. She leaves momentarily just to return with all of your blankets and piles them on-top of you before leaving again. Before you can even get situated she returns with your fluffy cat, already purring from getting attention. She places her down onto your lap before joining you on the couch.
Despite this harsh, cold weather you can’t help but to stay so warm inside from her love.
