《°•♡Always♡•° 《Rosilla oneshots》》You deserve to be happy
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Okay, so here Rosie haven't met Townya at all.
Takes place in 2.06 when Rosie walks in the police station.
".....why? Because i gave you such a hard time" Villa asked, arms crossed.
"No, not me - Adrian, he asked you out like....4 times"
"How and why do you know that?"
"Cause that's what i do, Villa, i know things, except....why aren't you going with Adrian. Listen....you deserve to be happy"
"Look Rosie i-" she took a deep breath "Adrian is a nice guy, but......i am not in love with him" she said quietly and looked away, because she blushed. She was thankful that Ira showed up, telling them that they have a new case, before Rosie could say something.
/skipping to the evening/
Rosie and Villa were in his house trying to solve the murder. Villa was sitting on the counter and reading the victim's file again when Rosie stood up and turned the radio on. He started to dance and he was hilarious, Annalise took her phone out and made a few pictures. Then their song "stay" came out.
"Come here and dance with me"
"Rosie, we should get this work done i-"
"Come on, Villa, it's just a dance"
"Yeah for u" she mumbled to herself and walked slowly to Rosie. He put his hands on her waist, this simple movement sent shivers all over her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, they locked their eyes and danced very slowly.
When the song finished, Rosie pulled Villa in a tight hug, he didn't know why, he just felt good when she was close to him. They stayed like this for a long time. Then Rosie pulled away, just enough to look her in the eyes.
"Wanna watch a movie" he said, his tone an octave lower. She nodded and smiled. He chose the film and they sat on the couch, but end up talking about everything they've been through.
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"So, i wanted to ask you today, but the case interrupted us....who are you in love with, since it's not Adrian. Is it Mike?"
"God Rosie NO" she started laughing "nonoonon, remember, he broke up with me, because....oh" her eyes became serious now.
"What?"
"He broke up with me because.....he thought that i was in love with another man"
"And who's the lucky guy"
She couldn't help but smile at his comment "Well.....um...you" She quickly looked away, but then she felt a hand on her leg and turned around.
"Is it true?" He asked, this time completely serious. Annalise was blushing furiously. Rosie smiled at her and chuckled.
"You're so red" he giggled. She quickly hid her face in the cushion next to her.
"So it's true....?" he asked, his voice softer than he has ever been.
He saw her nod in the cushion then he squatted in front of her and took her hands in his.
She looked up, embarrassed, that she just told him that she loves him. "I love you too" he said and caressed her cheek. She looked in his eyes surprised as asking him "REALLY??!"
"I do love you, i mean, how couldn't I, you proved me that i was wrong with what i thought i wanted. I want you."
Annalise was crying from happiness, she threw herself in his arms, hugging him as tight as possible, knocking him on the floor and falling on top of him. He chuckled when she buried her face in his neck and he wrapped her arms around her. They laid on the floor for a few minutes.
He then stood up, picking up Villa with him.
"Rosie, put me down im heavy"
"Shut up, you're not" he said and kissed her cheeck, causing her to blush and hide her face in his neck again. He carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed.
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"It's getting late and i won't let you go home alone in those hours so, pick a shirt to sleep in" he said. She sat up and crossed her legs. She didn't argue with him, because she didn't want to go home. She wanted to cuddle with him for the night and sleeping in his shirt was a bonus that made things even better. "Hmmmmmmmmm, this one" she said and pointed to her favorite shirt of his
"I knew it" he laughed and handed her the shirt."Go and change in the bathroom if you want, if not i can go out while you-"
"I don't mind changing in front of you, Rosie, just breathe" she laughed. Rosie stood there speechless when she took of her tank top and now was in her leggings and a lacy bra
"Like what you see?"she smirked, putting on his shirt and taking off her jeans and bra. Rosie swallowed loudly and nodded. She did her hair on a messy bun and got closer to him. Their lips met in yet passionate and very sweet kiss.
"I wasn't kidding today when i said that you deserve to be happy-"
"I am happy with you" she cut him off and kissed him one more time. Then she slid under the covers and waited for him. When he laid down, she got closer and buried her face in his neck again. It just felt so natural. They talked for a bit and then fell asleep in each other's arms.
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