obscure-imagines:

he tossed the cup again, catching it with ease. you moved slightly and he stopped his motion, looking down at where you were using his chest as a pillow. you sighed, opening your eyes.

“good morning sweetheart.” he grinned.

you looked at the cup in his hand, “what are you doing?”

“finding ways to amuse myself.”

“i mean, you could just push me off you if you need to go do something.” you said.

“no, i would never do that.” he laughed, “my chest is your pillow darling, dont ever think otherwise.”