Twelve days of Agent 47 [Agent 47 X Reader]

Day 6 | I never knew the meaning of Christmas

With you, the Holidays aren't so terrible anymore, according to Agent 47.

The next morning you awoke with a throbbing headache and in cold sweat. Groaning, you held your head, rolling over on your side to find the bed empty.

Noticing that you were half-naked, you immediately felt embarassed. What on Earth had you been up to yesterday evening? You could remember only fragments of it, but as you squinted against the light slipping through the curtains, more came back to you.

"Fuck..." you hissed, rubbing your eyes. You sat up, holding your hurting forehead with your hand, and went to sit on the side of your bed. Goosebumps raised on your skin from the cold, and you reached for your blanket.

Pulling it over yourself, you found a note on the nightstand alongside a glass of water and some medicine.

Drink up, I'm at the store. Be back soon – 47

You didn't let him tell you that twice, grabbing the glass and greedily gulping back the painkiller. Your throat was dry and you immediately yearned for more water. Scurrying over to the bathroom, you started to prepare a bath.

Pondering on how you should apologise, you let yourself eventually sink down in the water after waiting for a while. It still scaldingly hot almost to the point of pain, but you didn't really care – it was nice and put your mind to rest, a really welcome state since the medicine had yet to do its work.

Staring at the ceiling, you soaked in the lavender-laced water, the scent stinging in your nose. You didn't like to apologise, as did no one, really. But it was only appropriate, since your behaviour yesterday had been far from that.

After pondering for a while, you dried yourself off, throwing on something comfortable. You didn't have anything planned for today, so you put on some fuzzy socks with it. Then, you brushed your teeth and combed your hair look presentable.

Right when you entered the kitchen, opting for breakfast, the front door closed. Agent 47 was wearing a red jumper and carried one of your festive tote bags, putting it on the table.

"Good morning." he said, "How do you feel?"

"Could be better." you said, sighing. "Hey, sorry about yesterday. I'm not sure why I drank so much of that stuff. It was inappropriate. It won't happen again."

Agent 47 smiled a little, starting to put away some of the groceries he had gotten – a few apples, some milk, two tomatoes

"Don't worry about it, (Y/n)."

You stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his arm.

"How can I make it up to you?"
"You don't have to."
"But I want to." you whispered, looking him in the eye.

He hummed, reaching up to cup your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. After kissing your forehead, he rested his chin on top of your head. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, burying your face against the crook of his neck.

"I'm really sorry." you murmured, pressing a light kiss onto his throat.

"(Y/n), I don't blame you for anything. You just had a bit too much to drink, but I suppose that you did so just because it's difficult to realize how much alcohol is in that eggnog until it's too late."

You guffawed a laugh, closing your eyes as you rested your head against him.

"Well, now we know that I shouldn't be allowed near a jug full of that stuff."

"Not to mention that you were the one who made it and knew how much cognac is in there."

You playfully hit his chest. "Hey now!" you said, laughing.

Agent 47 caressed your cheek, exhaling deeply as a small, rare smile tugged at his lips.
"Now, don't think about it anymore. Let me tell you something."

You grinned, nodding. "Hm?"

"I've never been a fan of the Holidays. I never understood why people were so obsessed with something so insignificant. But... When I met you..."

Your heart swelled. "Oh, 47..."

"When I met you, it suddenly made sense. Whatever may come our way in the following year, I want nothing more than to spend those days with you. And these Holidays, they are nice."

Your smile grew and you rubbed your nose against his.

"Even if it means dragging my drunk ass to bed?"
"Even that can't ruin it."

As your fingers slipped under his jumper, you lifted it up a bit. "Now," you said, "I vaguely remember that I requested something yesterday evening you didn't want to do then..."

"Did you, now?" Agent 47 murmured, "Why don't you remind me?"

Pushing him towards the living room, you pressed your lips against his neck.
"I have just the way to make it up to you, 47..." you mused, leading him towards the couch.