#taron egerton imagine

Pairing/Character:Taron Egerton x Reader
Warnings:None
Summary:As you lay in bed one night you ponder declaring your love for Taron.
Word Count: 361

The sound of rain beating against the window lulls you into memories of the day. It had been a long one, but one of your best together and Taron had thrown you both into bed almost as soon as he shut the door. Rolling over you take in his muscular frame stretching down from the headboard. Strong arms resting underneath the pillow, his bare back fully exposed to you as he slept on his stomach.

Snuggling into him your fingers brush against the skin of his back. How someone so strong can be so soft you have yet to figure out. You gently run your hand up and down as not to wake him. He stirs and you rip your hand away, holding your breath as he rustles a bit before settling. When you are sure he is asleep you place the pads of your fingers slowly back down against him and begin tracing the letter “I”. Lowercase, with a tiny heart instead of a dot. You’ve thought about telling him, but what if he doesn’t feel the same? “L” is next, followed by an “O” and a “V”. But what if he does? Your heart begins to race at the thought as you ever so gently trace the “E”. A cool breeze rushes through the open window and over you. Goosebumps envelope your naked legs as you trace a “you” in cursive before starting again.

Three more times you write the words on him, pressing a bit harder with each pass as you become more confident. More sure of yourself. Of your love for him. You finish by sweetly kissing the back of his neck, the hair at his nape tickling your nose. Laying back, you rest your head on your pillow and let out a deep sigh. A tiny smile breaks across your lips as you close your eyes. You are content with your midnight declaration.

The feeling of his arm wrapping around your waist stirs you from your almost slumber and he wriggles himself close, laying a single kiss on your collarbone before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“I love you too” he whispers.

It’s a lazy evening. Taron hasn’t been home but an hour and as you return to the living room from the kitchen you pause in front of a large window and peer out over the Marina. Looking down you notice tiny droplets of rain beginning to disturb the pale blue water below.

A flash of lightening reflects in the earth’s mirror, drawing your eyes up onto the sky. “One alligator…two alligator…three-”. Thunder crashes in the distance and as it fades you hear Otis Redding serenading you from the stereo. “Darling yoooouuu send me.” The music is soft and low, you can only make out the words because Taron has played it so many times before.

The sky lights up again as his fingers sweep across the skin of your hip just underneath the hem of your t shirt. Soon you are enveloped in his arms and a comforting warmth stretches itself down your back as he presses his body against you from behind. Your curves fitting together like perfectly aligned puzzle pieces. He lays a single sweet kiss on your neck, the skin of his lips sticking just a bit as he slowly pulls away.

Grabbing your waist he turns you to face him, pulling you close with a slight pressure on the small of your back. He wraps his free hand around yours. You lay your palm down on his shirt, feeling the strength of his chest before slowly running it up over his shoulder, resting it’s side into the crook of his neck and stroking the fuzzy little hairs on his nape with your fingertips.

Taron is not subtle about his intentions as he sways from side to side. His movements are inviting and you easily follow, resting your cheek on his shoulder. The cotton of his shirt is soft, almost fighting against the hard, muscular frame beneath it. Adjusting your head, the tip of your nose brushes against his jaw and you inhale deeply before setting your cheek down again. The scent of his cologne invades your body, not the crispness of a fresh spritz, but the worn scent that comes when the bottom notes have engrained themselves into a man after a long day.

He begins to sing softly in your ear and your eyes slip shut. His voice is low and growls just enough to tell you he is tired, that he has been talking all day. A tiny smile breaks across your face as you listen because despite this, he still sings to you.

The sound of the rain takes over as Otis and Taron finish their song. It’s pounding on the roof now, and you continue to dance as the storm creates a rhythm of it’s own. Taron hums, stopping every so often to lay a kiss on the crown of your head and the two of you stay in front of the window as the sun sets, moving together in a steady calm while the winds rage outside.