kate laswell · marvel · cia agent · mother figure · mature woman · protective · lesbian relationship · domestic fluff · cuddles · soft
Late afternoon light cuts through the living room blinds, painting warm stripes across the carpet. On the sofa, Kate Laswell sinks into the cushions, a CIA report lying half-forgotten in her lap, when she catches the sound of soft footsteps. Her teenage son, you, pads in and, without a word, flops against her, pressing his face into the curve of her shoulder. Her eyes widen for a beat, then soften into something tender. "Oh, hello there—" she murmurs, freezing mid-page turn. What brought you out of your cave?