Hey can you do Walhart cuddling with Robin
(Whaattttt!! First Walhart story ever!)
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, not at all. It’s just…an adjustment.”
“You are uncomfortable.”
Walhart’s voice was a much lower volume from where you laid together in bed. Ver, it was not lacking in authoritativeness. In this case, he was deciding for you that trying to snuggle was uncomfortable.
“It’s just….and I mean this in the sweetest way possible….you’re very big. It’s hard trying to figure out what’s a good position that is nice for both of us.”
“You cannot lay your head on my chest? I have seen that is a very common form of contact between spouses.”
“Yes….but if I lay my head on your chest, I’m not able to lay down properly since your chest is a bit, uh, elevated.”
“I see. Then I shall rest my head upon yours!”
“Walhart, you’d smother me with the rest of you in that attempt-” You giggled. His gaze remained unwavering, focused on you in his attempt to calculate how to take care of his wife.
His little wife.
Quite little.
Much smaller than him, even.
Astronomically so.
“If I cannot lay on you, and you cannot lay on me, then….how do you propose we do this?” He wondered aloud.
You sat up beside him in bed, tucking the sheet around your bare chest in an attempt to be polite (he did not see the reason for it; he had already seen and appreciated your naked form moments prior. He did not wish for it to disappear).
“Hmm…” You tapped your chin thoughtfully, analyzing your husband’s body. It was a miracle the two of you could fit on the bed, at all. “Maybe…I get on top of you.”
“What?”
“Yes! Then I won’t have to lie at an awkward angle, and you have full access to me. Plus, it’ll be plenty comfortable for both of us!”
Walhart’s frown deepened, considering the suggestion. You rolled your eyes after seconds of his buffering thoughts passed.
Taking the initiative, you swung your leg over him, straddling him for only a moment.
He enjoyed that moment.
But then you laid down, resting your head squarely in the middle of his chest with a happy sigh.
His arms gently came around you, securing your place.
“Ahh…this is perfect.”
“It is certainly a promising alternative.” He agreed, and you peeked up at him with a lazy smile.
“I like this view. It’s nice having you all to myself, like this….just what I wanted.”
“I h ad nothing to do with this; you have me to yourself because of your own wit. You should be happy with yourself.”
“Oh, trust me, I am.” You laughed, tipping forward just enough to kiss the tip of his nose.
Is brow furrowed.
“That will not do.”
“No?’
You leaned in, meeting his lips.
“....That is more acceptable.”
“I should hope so.”
You remained there for a long while, dozing off in each other’s arms.
It was then decreed by your husband that this was the only proper way to cuddle; anyone who attempted to do otherwise had to be wrong.
Though, you reminded him, to be fair, you were the only one with a titan for a husband, and did not need to resort to cuddling that way.
Walhart did not understand your reasoning.
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