Drabble: Happy Ones #2
Drabble: Happy Ones #2
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No affiliation with either of these kids.
Summary: The second ‘Happy’ drabble.
Note: I feel like I should pull out a fic from my ‘angsty’ folder to compensate for the sweetness. What do you say? Would you still love me?
Part One
It was moments like these that still made her pause in her step.
His back was to her; his earphones snuggly fit in his ears as his hands rhythmically washed the dishes. She set her bag down gently on the floor, lest she disturbed the peace that emanated from his relaxed shoulder and the slight sway of his hips.
He was beautiful; there was no other word to describe the man but that. It seems cliché, it seems so overly simple.
But there Robert stood, with a week’s old jeans and a white shirt, washing dishes and swaying to music, lost and wonderfully solitary in his own world, and he was beautiful.
He hummed quietly as he dried the now clean dishes, his fingers tapping a beat against the plates and glasses in his hands. She watched as the humming turned to words and she realized she didn’t know the song that he was singing.
So Kristen listened, picking out phrases until she couldn’t bear the uncertainty anymore and moved to wrap her arms around his torso, making him jump slightly before a low chuckle escaped, breaking his quiet croon for a moment. But he continued to sing as he dried the remaining dishes. She laid her head between his shoulder blades, the reverberation of his back a quiet purr against her cheek.
When he finished, he turned and wrapped his arms around her as she snatched his iPod from his pocket and tried to figure out which song he was singing to.
Track03
Unknown Artist
“Who was it by?” she asked him.
“What was?”
“The song you were singing to, I’ve never heard it.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and she thought she saw a hint of a blush. “Erm, just a song that Marcus and I are tinkling with.”
“Oh,” and she slid the iPod back to his pocket, feeling somewhat embarrassed in intruding in his privacy. One thing she learned about Robert was that he was terribly protective and private about his music. Where as he couldn’t lie about his thoughts and has no filter whatsoever over the things he says, he held his music and writing as private as they both had about their relationship.
“It’s okay…” he trailed off, pocketing the earphones before giving her arms a squeeze.
He kissed her forehead; letting his lips linger there as he casually asked, “Do you want dinner?”
She shook her head, letting one of her hand rest over his beating heart. The steady thump underneath her fingers beats evenly as the kitchen grew quiet.
Fans and media and the world had claimed how beautiful he was.
Charming, handsome, and smart. A deadly combination to the hearts of millions.
But up close, with his cotton shirt thinning and his heart beating in tandem with her own, she could only think that he was just beautifully hers.
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