#turn george washington
forever
[a/n: nothing but our boy George and absolute sweet nonsense.]
TURN!George Washington x Reader
George isn’t entirely sure how you’ve managed to get him to where he currently resides, but if he was being completely honest with himself, he was loving every moment of it.
The room smells of warm vanilla candle that you’ve lit, and then a more pungent fruit-mingled smells coming from the clay mask that spread across your soft cheeks. Painting your face pink, Washington finds himself breathing out his deep laugh as you brush the last glob of mask across your forehead.
“What’s so funny?”
Washington himself is leaning in the doorway to the bathroom, watching your nightly routine as he always does. It brings an immense amount of joy as he gets to know your schedule by heart, and when you go to wash the sticky-substance off your hands, he watches as you turn to meet him.
“Nothing, my love. Just curious as to what you are doing.”
“A face mask, because I haven’t done one in a while.”
“A face mask?”
“This one is for de-stressing.”
You pick up the bottle and walk across the tiled floor to show him, dropping it in his outstretched palm. His eyes carefully roam over the front, seemingly enticed by the text, when he finally gets your jab.
“Are you saying that I need this?”
“I’m not saying that you need it, no. I am merely suggesting that it may be good for you.”
Shuffling away, back to the mirror, he watches as your nose twitches from the now hardening mask.
“It smells of—what, lemons?”
“Yeah!”
“Shouldn’t that burn you, instead of soothe you?”
“Lemons can be calming!”
Now George’s nose wrinkles.
“They are bitter…that does not sound very relaxing.”
“C’mere,”
He obliges, crossing the floor in two, long strides. It appears he’ll have to take your word for it, because you’ve taken the bottle out of his hand and set it back on the counter.
“Here, sit.”
Once more, without a moments hesitation, the tall man sits on the edge of the tub, and you follow close behind. Flipping open the tube, you squeeze some out into your clean palm.
“It’s not super strong, I promise. The lemon won’t burn you.”
It takes a lot of willpower to not immediately melt under your careful touch. Washington adores it when you run the pads of your fingers down his cheeks, brushing away worry and anxiety like nobody’s business.
The mask is cold and somewhat bumpy, but he suddenly understands the appeal. It does feel rather nice, and he’s sure it only feels that way because you’re applying it, but he’d have to test that theory out later.
“We should do this together. It’s so much fun,”
Your thumb runs over his nose, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wipe that so-in-love smile off his face.
“Mhm,”
“Is it bothering you, George?”
“No, not at all.”
With you between his long legs, he loops his arms around your torso so they settle on your hips. He’s enjoying being so close to your face, watching as your eyelashes flutter and pupils darting this way and that.
“You look so handsome.”
It’s hard for you to wipe the smile off your face now, feeling the thrum of your own heartbeat loudly in your ears.
“Mhm…what? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
Now, that’s not like him, but you can’t help but agree with the situation that currently was at hand.
“It’s so nice to see you so relaxed, George,”
His curiosity piqued once more, he leans forward a bit so he can match your gaze. There’s something in his eyes, but you glance down one more time to swipe the last bit of mask on his chin, and by the time you look back, it’s gone.
“I am starting to enjoy this ‘face mask’ idea.”
His deep baritone voice is enough to get you to lean forward, a small, sweet kiss dropping on his lips.
“Good. You deserve to de-stress.”
If anything, George looked a little offended that you had pulled away so quickly.
Still gentle, the man moves his arms from your hips to under your legs, hoisting you effortlessly on to his lap.
“Thank you,”
He says, holding your back with one warm palm, the other comes to cup your chin gently. Mindful of your still-drying mask, he swoops in and kisses you with a little more fervor.
“You actually do seem a little bit more de-stressed.”
You mumble against his lips, careful not to bump his nose as the mask was still drying. He laughs against yours, smiling kindly as he motions to agree.
“But I don’t think the mask gets all the credit.”
Standing, with you still in his arms, he carries you over to the sink counter where he deposits you, gently. But remains between your legs, hands on either side of you, leaning down once more to steal a kiss.
“Ngh, we should probably wipe them off.”
Placing a hand on his chest, you pull away, but you do not hide your reluctance in doing so.
“Here,”
Noticing your face cloth you’ve set aside, he runs it under warm water and cradles your face in his empty hand.
Carefully, he drags the cloth down your cheeks, then across your forehead. It’s so hard to not laugh, watching as his stoic face contorts into stilled determination.
“Then allow me,”
You insist, wringing the cloth out after slipping it from his large hands, running it back under the warm tap before reaching up to hold his jaw.
“Are you completely relaxed yet?”
“You are very funny, y/n.”
“I try, just for you.”
Wiping the clay away from his face, you can’t help but admire his facial features. His high cheekbones, strong jaw, and dazzling blue-grey eyes, his stern but sweet personality always made your heart flutter in your chest.
“Mhm. What do you think? We make this a nightly routine?”
You say mindlessly, still brushing the mask away.
“If it is okay with you, it is perfect.”
How honorable of him to think he’s infringing on your nightly routine, but if anything, he’s making it a million times better. Any time spent with him was well spent.
“Don’t be silly, of course it’s okay. More than okay.”
“Good,”
The silence that falls is welcome and once all the mask remains have been wiped away, you lean back to catch his smile.
“All done.”
“Thank you. Now it’s time we both got some rest, yes?”
You nod, not expecting him by any means to toss you over his shoulder, you yelping in surprise at the swift motion.
“Hey!”
“Good night, y/n.”
You simply can’t help but relax to his touch, smiling like a love sick fool as he sets you into bed.
“Good night.”
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