Sweater weather. America x Reader

〖 sometimes i just want to sit by the fire and cuddle with you. 〗

“I'm freezing, Alfred.”

“That makes the both of us then, [Name].”

[Name] let out a scoff as she turned around, wrapping the blanket around her. It wasn't actually helping her, really. She wore a sweater, hoping that it would at least help her keep warm. But it was utterly useless, for she was still cold.

“It's still cold, Alfred. I don't like it,” God, she complained a lot. That was for sure. She was surprised that Alfred hadn't got sick of her yet. In fact, he only grew to get used of her complaints and whining. Which of course caused [Name] to grow even more intrigued by him. She thought- or expected he would leave her soon enough. But here they were. Together.

Alfred let out a small laugh erupted from his lips. “Well, what do you want me to do about it then, hon?”

She blinked, once, and then twice. [Name] hadn't really thought of one yet. Well, she was more concerned about getting warm. That's all that mattered to her. The icy cold was burning through her [s/c] and she absolutely disliked it.

“You can either cuddle with me or set me on fire. Both options are totally okay with me.” [Name] replied rather bluntly. She had once remembered when Alfred had told her about her 'hilarious' humor. She didn't mind, of course. [Name] was more than glad that he loved her jokes. Though, she wasn't sure whether to categorize her jokes as 'hilarious' or 'humorous'.

“Hmm, I think I'll do the cuddling option.”

“Wise choice, Alfred. Wise choice.”

She opened her arms, waiting for him to cuddle with her.

He grinned; and jumped next to her, sliding his arms around her petite waist. He snuggled closer to her, as he smelt the sweet scent of her hair. What shampoo was it again? He forgot.

“Is this better?”

“Much better.”