His warmth, her scent (America x reader)

September, the month that kicked off the fall season. The month that brought the darker and longer nights, and the month that made it incredibly hard to wake up in the morning. _____ was snuggled deep under the  fluffy and warm covers, not even considering leaving her bed at all that day. She could hear the Autumn leaves rustle in the wind outside her bedroom window, she smiled to herself as she imagine the cold wind and the fact that she was not going to go outside to feel it. “Haha, stupid wind.” she mumbled to herself as she snuggled closer to the center of the bed until she bumped into something she assumed was someone's back. That someone stirred slightly before turning around, lifting the covers gently and looked down at the curled ball that was ____.

“_____, What are you doing?”

The (h/c) female slowly looked up at the source of the deep, sleepily husky voice that called her name. Alfred Jones, the otherwise very lively American was not a morning person.. in fact, there was nothing he would rather do on a cold September sunday morning than snuggle up to his warm girlfriend in a nice warm bed and stay there for the rest of the day.

_____ sighed sleepily and buried her face into Alfred's well toned stomach. “Nothing..” she mumbled, her lips brushing slightly against the American's heated skin. A small smile spread across her lips when she heard the rustling of the blankets as Alfred slipped under them and covered them both in the softness. The sounds from the outside world became muffled and barely audible as they laid there next to each other, their noses just inches from touching. ____ could feel his breath on her skin and it was surprisingly soothing, his sky blue orbs stared sleepily into her half lidded (e/c) ones as if they were searching for something deep within her soul. His sandy blond hair was a down right mess and ___ could barely tell what piece of hair was the famous cowlick that always poked out no matter what he did with his hair. They stayed like that for a while before Alfred slipped one arm under ___'s head while snaking the other one around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He buried his face gently into her soft hair and inhaled deeply as he took in her scent. “You smell so good babe.. you smell so you” he muttered, his groggy voice muffled by her hair. The (h/c) girl chuckled lightly before she tilted her head back a little to look at him. “I smell so me?  Don't you mean I smell like shampoo?” she asked with a soft smile on her lips. Al just shook his head before he inhaled again, tightening his grip around her and pressing her closer to him. She could feel his body heat through her thin shirt, she could just melt right then and there.. the image of her body turning into a pool of liquid made a small laugh escape her, but Al didn't notice.. he was too busy nuzzling her temple.

“No... I mean yeah, that too... but there's not just the shampoo. God, you smell so good.” The drowsy American answered as he buried his nose into his beloved's hair. He had always loved the way she smelled, not her shampoo, not her perfume.. but her smell, The scent that radiated from her skin, the scent only he could smell because only he could get close enough. He smiled as he traveled further down, sliding the tip of his nose down her ear and cheek until he stopped by the crook of her neck where he planted a feathery kiss before nuzzling her soft skin. "There's no way I'm getting out of bed today.. and you won't either." he said matter of factly before falling silent, letting sleep take over once again.

_____ sighed happily as she slid her arm around his waist and tangled her leg with his. Oh how she loved mornings like these, where she could just bask in Alfred's warmth, wrapped up in a blanket and listen to the muffled sounds that came from just outside their bedroom window.