Rowena Imagines

Imagine Caring For A Drunken Rowena

"Ah, that was so good," Rowena sighs, leaning back in her chair. You'd just finished eating dinner together, and you have to admit that you did pretty well at cooking for the two of you. "Want me to do the dishes?"

"If you insist," you tease, letting her wave her hands and send the dishes-now clean- into the kitchen cabinets. "Let's go watch TV."

"Bring wine!" You yell out, lying on the couch as Rowena fetches a bottle and some glasses. It's so amusing whenever she does something like the dishes using magic, it's just looks so satisfying to watch. She uncorks the wine and pours you a glass of Pinot noir as you turn on the TV.

"Ah, I love when you're intellectual. We could be reading or playing Scrabble or something else smart and we're watching the television instead," Rowena snipes. You know she's kidding, so you don't look away from the Simpsons rerun as you punch her arm gently.

"Oi," she warns, but you barely even touched her. Her limbs always feel so delicate and frail under your touch, so you don't even like to fight with her in a playful way.

"C'mere." You reach out for your girlfriend, holding your glass of wine as you lean against the armrest of the couch and coax her into your lap. Rowena lays her head on your breasts as she sips her wine, and so you can nuzzle into her fiery mane of hair.

"I really just...appreciate ya, y'know?" Rowena breaks the comfortable silence to look up at you earnestly. You brush your hand down her cheek and nod, gazing at her.

"You've saved my life, Rowena. I appreciate you too, a lot. I love you." You tell her, taking ahold of her wine glass as she turns over so the two of you are lying stomach to stomach. She beams up and you and leans up to kiss you chastely, your lips brushing over each other and your hand cupping her cheek. You giggle as she pulls away, her nose bumping against yours. The best thing about intimacy with Rowena is that's it's just so comfortable and fun, none of you have any shame or insecurities with yourselves and you're free to giggle and tell each other what you want and need.

"I love ya," she murmurs, nuzzling into the juncture of your neck. The two of you end up finishing the whole bottle of wine between you, but because she's so small Rowena is significantly more flushed and sluggish than you.

"Wanna go to bed?" You tease, pinching her red cheeks as she giggles and rolls off your lap. She looks up at you, slightly seductively, from her position on the carpet.

"I always want t'go t'bed with ya," she smirks, and you slide off the couch to kiss her as you lie on your living room carpet. The fabric scratches your arms and legs, but you let Rowena roll on top of you as she kisses you.

"Mmph, c'mon," you heave your girlfriend up, carrying her like a koala so you can take her upstairs into bed. You lie Rowena down, her lithe body splayed across the bedspread as you go to change into your pyjamas. Rowena is busy staring at the ceiling and singing Scotland the Brave in a slurred voice, so she probably isn't too concerned about changing her clothes.

"(Y/N)!!!!!!!!" Your girlfriend squeals, flopping around on your bed. "I miss ya! Come and CUDDLE!"

You snort with laughter and put your toothbrush down, deciding to be gross for one night so you can care for your drunken girlfriend.

She opens her arms and frowns up at you expectantly, waiting for you to cuddle with her. You let yourself lie over her body, remaining still as her clumsy hands wander over your hair and face.

"You're a pretty girl," she murmurs, kissing the closest part of you that she can reach, the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You pull her over so she's lying in top of you, gazing into her shining viridescent eyes.

"Are you done? Can we sleep now?" You tease, shuffling down so you're under the covers. Rowena follows you down and straddles you by the way of a sleeping position.

"We're sleeping like this? This is what's happening?" You ask, laughing and looking up at her. Rowena nods with certainty and presses her face into your neck, starting to snore almost instantly.

This is the best part of your day- calm nights in with your beautiful girlfriend. You wouldn't trade Rowena for the world.