The one with the dishes (h.d.)

                                    

                                          
After the call you had with your girlfriend, you were on Cloud 9, feeling like the happiest person ever. It lasted 1 hour and 24 minutes, and you had so much fun rambling and rambling to her.
However, she had to go to do the dishes as her mother told her to so you had to say your goodbyes. BUT that didn't stop you from still being a pain...
"Hello, Miss Diaz," you said as soon as the door was thrown open, revealing her mother.
"Hi, sweety," she said, smiling at how breathless you were. "She's doing the dishes."
"Yeah, I know, thanks for letting me in." You walked in the hallways of the familiar house, seeing a small brunette girl in front of the sink. 
You decided to walk slowly towards her, wrapping your arms around her from behind. She jumped slightly but turned around when she felt you kissing her cheek softly.
"Why hello, baby," she chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your lips. "What are you doing here?"
"I want to help you clean," you said, even though you knew she wouldn't ever let you help her. "And don't you dare decline, I ran here so I can help you."
"That's very cute, but you won't help me at all." You rolled your eyes, knowing how stubborn she was. But that wouldn't stop you, you are just as stubborn as she is.
"I don't care, you wash I clean." She didn't have much choice, you had already the dishes in hand with the towel to clean them. "I love you."
She looked at you, bitting her cheeks so her smile wouldn't grow. Then she sighed, giving up because of your cuteness. "I love you more."
And then you did the work in silence, not an awkward one but a pacific one. Some songs were playing, and from time to time she would tell you what song it was as you didn't know.
And after some 20 minutes or so, you were done with the dishes. "And, done," you said, placing the very last dish in the drawer.
"Thank you so much for the help, mama." She almost jumped towards you, pulling you into her warm embrace. "I wanna cuddles."
You tapped her thigh, indicating her to jump so you could carry her. "Let's go then, cutie." You walked upstairs, towards her room, and laid down on her bed.
She was hugging you tightly, her head on your chest while your hand was caressing the soft skin of your back. "I love you so fucking much."
"And I love you so fucking much more," you whisper, closing your eyes as you feel her heartbeat.
Her hold around you was less tight, and soft snores escaped her lips. And not many time after you were sleeping peacefully in her arms...
Your favorite place...
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A/N:
This may be about my partner. We did call for 1 hour and 24 minutes and honestly, I love them so fucking much. I do wish I could visit them and do what I wrote, but long distance exists... But I still can daydream, and I'm sure they would be stubborn but give up eventually, like always, duh.
Love ya <3