The Headmasters Love (undertaker x reader)

14: The scar

Previously:
he had one end of the biscuit in his mouth. I took the other end with my mouth and started nibbling. Our hands and lips touched at the same time.

(Y/N)s POV:

Our lips moved like all the instruments in a band working together to make music. He sat me on top of his lap and put his arms around me, he didn't wanna let me go. Luckily I didn't wanna leave, I pulled him by his tie to deepen the kiss, then he opened his mouth and my tongue went in . . . But it didn't last long as the dominant one. Eventually we parted for air, my face felt hotter in this kiss than when he stole the first one. "*sigh* Well at least you didn't steal this one," I said. "That's right," he cupped my face, "but you wanted more." I wasn't going to deni it, I cupped his face, "Adrian, I'm sorry about last time, but please . . . let me see your eyes."

Undertakers POV:

I couldn't move, I was frozen there with my hands on her face, looking at her beautiful eyes while she couldn't see mine. I had to think fast or she might try to move my hair again. "(Y/N), you have the keys to your dorm right, or is your window unlocked?" "What do you mean 'is my window—"
"Ok hang on." I carried her back to the roof where a few floors down was her dorm, I checked her window—thank god it was unlocked—then picked her up and brought her into her room. "Here we are back in your room, now I can—"
*Slap.*
At least it was across the right side of my face, although my hair moved a bit so she might've seen the scar.
"It was you, you put the locket around my neck. I can't take this anymore, Adrian why are you hiding your eyes? And I'm sure there's more you're not telling me." She was angry—with her hands in fist and everything—but her eyes, if I stay quiet any longer, tears might be coming out one by one. Then I noticed she had a long mirror to look at yourself when you're fully dressed . . . I've got an idea.
"(Y/N), there's something I have to ask you." I went to the mirror, "Could you love someone," I put my hand up to my face, "who looked like a monster?"

(Y/N)s POV:

I was right, there was a scar on his face, from his right cheek, across his nose, and going up his left eye to his head. He was coming back to me, the closer he got the more I could see his eyes, those yellow green eyes that still look sooo much better without glasses in front of them. He took my hands, "(Y/N), please I have to know, could you love someone who looked like a monster?" I looked down and closed my eyes, I had to think about this . . . I had to think about him.

When I looked back at him, he looked like me a few minutes ago, ready to brake into tears . . . but he won't. "Adrian, close your eyes." I began kissing his scar starting from the cheek, and ending it with a sweet kiss on the lips. "That answer your question?"

Undertakers POV:

I was confused, I just wanted her to say that she could love someone who looked like a monster, but that . . . was beautiful. I was quiet, with nothing but the smile I always make when the young Lord comes into my parlor. "Uh, Adrian, you ok?" "Ya I'm fine never better can you do that again?" Oops, my voice went high for a second. "Uh, maybe another time, now I need your help." My Undertaker side came out, I went behind her, "To what do you need my help for?" I whispered in her ear, "my love," and saw the hair on the back of her head stand. "Ehmm, I need you to untie the lacing on the back of my dress." "Well someone's kin—"
"I am not kinky, now just shut up and do it." I couldn't help but chuckle, she use to act like this sometimes when we were together.
When she went to change into her nightgown, I started to walk back and forth, do I leave? do I stay? do I kiss her with more passion then I did the last two times? By the time I had my answer she had come out in the nightgown I saw her with on her birthday.

(Y/N)s POV:

"You always looked beautiful when you were going to sleep," He said. "What about when I was waking up." "Hmmm . . . still beautiful." I couldn't help but fiddle with my fingers.
"I guess this night has to end," He said. Once again he kissed my knuckles, "until we meet again," those glowing yellow green eyes looked at me, "my Lady." He went to the window, and that same hand went to my locket . . . This night wasn't ending yet. "Adrian wait," he turned around, "c-can you stay, at least until I fall asleep." "That depends, do you want me to stay standing up, sitting down," he came to me, "or lying beside you?"

I let him sit on my bed, he began to stroke my face, my arm, and my back. It was strange, the last words I heard from him were, "You're more beautiful then the women I brought back to life." Then I saw darkness.

A/N:
I started college again so updates might be a bit hard due to homework and if I feel like writing.