nhl imagines

thunderstorm, johnny beecher

Johnny woke up as flashes of lighting peeked through his curtains, he peaked an eye open when he didn't feel you next to him. He looked over at the window and saw you sitting there. You faced away from him as he looked at the hair falling down your back.

A little grin came on his face as he watched you. Your knees pulled up towards your chest and your arms placed on top of them. You watched in silence as the rain fell and fell. It was so beautiful to you, you could watch it for hours. The way the street lamp lit up the sidewalk so you could see the individual drops falling down. The sound of pitter-patter, reminding you of slashing around in the rain as a child. It was so peaceful.

"Babe," Johnny softly called to you. You quickly turned around to look at him, you didn't expect him to be awake. "Come back to me," He whined, tiredly, but dramatically reaching his arm out for you.

You chuckled, "I'm five feet away from you," You said and reached out your hand so that yours was on top of his.

He smiled and intertwined your two hands, "Not close enough."

You shook your head with a smile and laid back in bed with him. Your back against the chest, you still facing the open window.

He sighed in contentment and buried his head in your neck.

You smiled as your felt little kisses being placed on your neck, you took his arm that was laid on your waist and connected your hands. You snuggled into his embrace and happily sighed too.

"I love you," He whispered into your hair.

You shut your eyes in blissfulness, "I love you."

Consciousness slipped away from both of them and nothing in the world seemed wrong. The sound of the rain, the faint light from the streetlight, and the warmth of your lover. Nothing seemed wrong.