Pedro Pascal/Character

Pedro Pascal 1

After a long day of work, you want nothing more to come home and put your feet up. Luckily, Pedro has already cooked you dinner,  which actually doesn't go so bad. 
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Your bag was heavy against your shoulder as you scrabbled around within it, searching for your keys. Pedro probably wouldn't be home for a little while, so you had time to just rest, and relax before having to worry about a meal, and then hauling yourselves upstairs to sleep. Your keys, obviously deciding the bottom of your bag was the perfect place to reside, brushed against your fingers, and you limped up the steps to the front door. Your heels looked beautiful, and you loved them, but Christ they made you want to chop your feet off, just so you'd never be so foolish as to wear them again. 

The smell of food hit your nose, and you hummed appreciatively, stepping out of your shoes, leaving your bag by the door as you kicked it shut, padding over to see the love of your life, his brows creased in a frown, eyes staring in concentration. You slipped your arms around his waist, feeling him tense under you as you pressed your face into his shoulder blade. He soon relaxed again, one hand absently stroking his warm thumb across the back of your palms at his stomach, the other holding a spatula, his eyes never wavering from the food. 

"You're home early." You murmured, releasing him, feeling your stiff joints pop as you stretched. 

"Wanted to surprise you." He smiled, his face turning to you, eyes remaining fixed. You chuckled, shaking your head. An alarm blared on his phone, and he deftly flips the chicken steak over in the pan, turning it off, his eyes now settling on your face. "Sorry, love, I'd been timing that for the last three minutes." 

You giggled at the thought of him standing there, staring at the chicken for a whole three minutes as he leaned to brush his lips against yours. Your hands tangled in his hair, one of your favourite things to do, but with what seemed like a great effort on his part, he gently removed your hands, holding you loosely by the wrists. 

"Go sit down, you look exhausted." His fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your gaze to meet his. "Dinner won't be long, then we can relax." 
"You're the best." You smiled lazily, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand, going upstairs to change out of your work clothes, into something more comfortable. 

You settled down on the couch, letting yourself drift off slightly as you waited. You knew that if you fell asleep, he'd put the food in the microwave for you to eat when you woke up in the middle of the night, hunger cramping your guts. You also knew that he'd try to wake you first, determined for you to take care of yourself. 
"My love, dinner." His voice was soft, and you felt him settle next to you, the dip causing you to fall against his side. 
"Smells delicious." You mumbled, tearing your eyes open. The plate was beautifully arranged, the chicken tender and practically melting in your mouth, the carrots cut into flowers bringing a smile to your lips. 

The two of you sat back, after Pedro had stacked the plates on the side. They'd get washed later. Probably. You leaned into his side, his arm naturally pulling you closer. Pressing a kiss to the stubble on his jaw, you settled your head on his chest, the steady thrum of his heart soon sending you back into the clutches of sleep. His hand just above your waist, his thumb moving slowly, gently stroking the fabric above the skin. 

He knew exactly how to help you relax, and was using that to his advantage. You loved how you didn't even have to tell him that you couldn't face staying up late today, he just knew  and adapted to it, more than happy to let you sleep against his side, turning the volume of the Tv down so he could keep watching, but you wouldn't sleep alone. 

He is, in a word, perfection.  You couldn't think of any other way to describe him. 

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710 Words. 

So.. This is out a little later than I expected, because I had some gardening to do. But! Now I have a beautiful garden and you guys get a short sample of fluff. :D 

This book is going to be random characters/ideas and anything really. Requests are always welcome, because I am brain-dead, and they'll almost always be an x Reader story, unless otherwise stated.