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“Do you want something to drink?”
You look up from your position curled up on the sofa to see that Aaron had finished his shower and was heading towards the kitchen, likely to stick some coffee on.
One of your favourite things about moving in with your lovely American FBI agent was that you got to see him at his softest every night you were both at home. With you working for Interpol, and occasionally having to head home to the UK to assist with training and attending conferences, it was the easiest way to maximise your time together, as well as with little Jack.
You’d do a great many things to be able to spend a quiet night with Aaron in his pjs and fluffy soft hair.
He calls your name, drawing you out of your thoughts.
“Tea, please.”
He gives a quick salute and a cheeky grin before retreating back to the kitchen. Gosh he’s handsome. To pass the time, you flick through Netflix to find something to watch. Maybe The Good Place?
As you’re browsing, an odd sound draws your attention.
“Aaron sweetheart, why can I hear the microwave?”
There is a short pause.
“I’m making your tea?”
“In the microwave?”
You stand up and pad into the kitchen to see your mug in the microwave. You tilt your head in confusion. And then it hits you. Americans are monsters. You can’t help but laugh.
“It’s easier to use the kettle, tastes better as well” you chastise lightly, wrapping your arms around him and pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder before moving to rescue your mug. You grab the kettle from where it’s ended up hidden behind the coffee machine and set about boiling it while Aaron wraps his arms around your waist.
You lean back into his chest, enjoying being close to him, as the kettle boils and you make your tea, grabbing his coffee and leading the way back to the sofa. All the while, you’re muttering under your breath about how sacrilegious it is to make tea in a microwave.
Once you’re both settled in, head on Aarons chest and his arm around you, you set the TV playing.
What a terrible way to spend an evening.