I was in the mood for a little bit of soft domestic fluff with our dear wizard of Waterdeep. It isn't much, but it is tooth-rotting domesticity - and sometimes that is all I need ~ Find my Masterlist Here
Paring: Gale Dekarios x f!reader
Warnings: none! reader has hair long enough to be tucked behind their ear
Waking up in a soft warm bed, basked in gentle rays of sunlight was a feeling you would never take for granted again. Especially when you also had a pair of strong yet soft arms holding you tightly, your head resting on one warm bicep as the other arm is draped snuggly over your waist, hand holding your chest.
Fighting gently against the weight of the arm, you twisted, rolling over to face your lover only to be met with his warm chest, his arms tightening around you as he felt you move as if trying to prevent you from moving too far away.
Smiling to yourself, you buried yourself further into Gale's embrace, nose scrunching a little at the feeling of his soft mess of chest hair tickling your cheeks.
"Are you done fidgeting?" his voice was thick with sleep and slightly gravelly, his usual cheery tone usually not appearing until after he had eaten breakfast.
"Sorry," you yawned, snuggling further into him. He had grown a little softer around the edges in the years following your adventures, but you secretly loved it even more. Bringing your arm up to wrap around him, your fingers squeezed gently at the soft skin of his waist. You silently marvelled at the feeling of the soft pudge that had formed there from years of his cooking and your baking, and more reading than running around FaerΓ»n.
The arm that was nestled beneath your head bent, helping to pull you onto his chest as he rolled onto his back. He kept them wrapped around you tightly as he cracked his eyes open, looking up at you squintingly as he adjusted to the sunlight.
"You're lucky you're beautiful. I don't even let Tara wake me up this early," he grumbled, lifting a hand to brush a stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch, letting his palm come to rest against your cheek. Twisting your head a little, you placed a gentle kiss on his palm, then his wrist.
"Lucky indeed," you murmured, resting your head back down on his chest once again. His warmth against your face was almost enough to lull your right back for sleep, not helped by the gentle patterns he had started to draw on your bare back β the two of you still bare from your previous night's activities. If you had been a little more alert, you would have realised he was tracing absentminded runes against your skin.
He breathed deeply, inhaling your subtle scent. "I love you, Mrs Dekarios" he spoke softly against your skin as he kissed your forehead.
"I love you too, my love."