A/N: I’ve been listening to Never Enough from The Greatest Showman on repeat. That has nothing to do with this, I just thought that would be something interesting to say. Prompts are from here.
#66. “You’re hot.”
There’s a sliver of sunlight slanting into the room when you wake up, but for the most part, it’s still quite dim. You take a moment to breathe in the silence, tugging the sheets tighter around you, your eyes still not quite ready to open yet. It takes you a while to realise that Bruce is no longer beside you, the side where he usually sleeps vacant, the warmth already seeping away. You spread yourself over his side, sighing in contentment.
The bed was big enough that both of you could spread out fully without ever touching each other but you would always end up in his arms. And once he had his arms around you, it was difficult to escape without waking him up. You enjoyed being in his arms, it was quite possibly the best feeling ever, but it was also nice to get all this space to yourself. A quick check of a clock tells you it’s still quite early, but the rustling and all the movement that you heard must have woken you up. Bruce was quite heavy footed in the morning, though he’d never admit it.
You drift away unknowingly but the next time you open your eyes, you’re greeted with a sight that takes your breath away, the kind that makes warmth pool at the pit of your stomach, all interest of sleep suddenly pushed away in favour of just staring at the marvel that is Bruce Wayne. He’s half-dressed, still quite damp from his shower, still running a towel through his hair. You breathe out another sigh of contentment, thanking every higher power up there for blessing you with this man as a partner.
“Work?” You ask him, voice croaky from sleep. The pull of sleep was definitely more irresistible than you thought it would be. You could feel yourself being persuaded to just sleep for five more minutes. You didn’t have anything important to do today, not really, but it’d just be a shame to miss this view.
He hums out a reply, eyes flitting over in your direction for a while, a tender smile on his face once they settle on your face. Never fails to make your heart flutter.
“It’s unfair.” You speak up after he finishes dressing himself up, your eyelids still heavy.
There’s a soft huff, some shuffling around before he asks, “What is?”
“You’re a genius. You have a lot of money. And you’re hot. This early. It’s unfair.” You peeled your eyes open, grinning up at him sleepily. “I feel so attacked.”
You hear him chuckle lightly at your words, the sound bringing so much happiness to you. He approaches you, steps quiet but purposeful. When he’s close, he brushes a few strands of your locks away before leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your temple.
66. You’re hot with Bruce, please? 🙂
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