Spain x Reader - Sleepless

Ah, yes. Yet another night of desperate tossing and turning, in high hopes that you'd be able to fall asleep. Fantastic. You were honestly surprised he hadn't woken up to the constant creaking of the mattress yet. You turned to face him, a bit mystified when you realized you were face to face. He had turned over in his sleep. 'How cute,' you thought, relaxing at the sight of him.

You were considering waking him up, but he looked all too peaceful to be disturbed. The way his soft, curly brown hair perfectly framed his face, forgiving a few strands that laid over his closed eyes. The way his olive-colored skin glowed in the moonlight, making him look like a god in the flesh. The way he would snort in his sleep (y'know, like how a dork would) every now and then... You loved all of it dearly. But the love of sleeping after two nights of restlessness has grown even stronger.

You silently placed a hand on his bare shoulder. "Toni," you cooed, "Antonio, wake up." He stirred, but didn't wake. "Please, I can't sleep." He grumbled something, but you couldn't make out what it was.

"I'll make a Spanish omelette in the morning if you wake up right now."

With a goofy grin spreading across his face, he tiredly opened his eyes. "Really? You promise?"

"Pfft, yeah. I promise," you snickered.

"Yes!" He pumped his fist into the air, and let it fall over your side. "So, what's this about not being able to sleep, mi amor?"

"I just... can't sleep. I don't know why," you sighed.

"Maybe you're not warm enough?" You could've sworn you saw something glimmer in his eye, but you chose to ignore it.

"I mean, that's not impossible--"

"Don't worry, cariña. You have me!" He chirped, giving out a hearty laugh, and practically crushing you in a bear hug, making you yelp. Antonio intertwined his legs with yours, and held your head close to his bare chest, which made you turn bright red.

"U-Uhm, Toni? Do I have to be th-this close?" you stammered, obviously flustered.

"Yes, or you won't be warm! Why, you don't like it?" He pulled back, and looked down at you, green pools shining in a pleading manner. God, anything but the puppy eyes!

"I-It's not that, it's just..." You trailed off, embarrassed to admit that after four years of being together, you were still nervous about being this close to him.

"I'll be good, I promise." He winked, somehow making you flush even more.

And then you laid in silence. Nothing but his gentle breaths, and your nervous, erratic ones. You suddenly felt a pair of lips press against the top of your head, and slowly make their way down to your temple, to your jawline, your cheeks, then they finally landed on your lips in a chaste kiss. He pulled away, and gazed lovingly into your [e/c] eyes, massaging slow circles on your outer thigh. He then nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. You slowly relaxed into his gentle touches, making him hum in satisfaction.

Drowsiness crept it's way over your being, forcing you to yawn loudly. Antonio chuckled, and pulled you back into his chest, where you gratefully nuzzled your fatigued little head. "Thank you," you murmured as sleep gently guided you into it's sweet, sweet grasp.

"It's nothing, mi amor. Sleep well," he whispered into your ear.