Twelve days of Agent 47 [Agent 47 X Reader]

Day 10 | Coldest winter

Your heater is broken and you can only think of one way to warm up.

"47..." your voice was tiny and trembled a little.
He looked up from his laptop and saw you standing in the door opening, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders tightly. "Aren't you cold?"

He frowned, "No, how so?" was his question as he closed his computer, turning to you. "Is everything alright?"

"Not really." you sighed, walking closer to him. "The heater is broken."

Just now, Agent 47 noticed the chill in the living room, where the usual warmth in your home was lacking. He figured that he hadn't noticed just because you had been near – your presence always made him less aware of negative things and more focused on you.

"Want me to fix it?"
"You will? I'm not sure what is wrong with it."
You shivered from the cold and 47 noticed your utter discomfort. Outside, the snow was still beautifully crisp, but it brought along a rather annoying consequence – ice and frost, creeping up in all the corners of your house.

The frigid chill running down your spine caused your muscles to tense up.
47 stood immediately, heading for the shed in your garden.

You halted him in his tracks with cool fingers, making him hum in surprise.
"Wait." you said, hugging the comforter a bit tighter around yourself. "Could you... Warm me up?"

He showed a ghost of a smile, letting out an amused huff. "Of course. What would you like me to do? I could get you a mug of hot chocolate, I could make you soup, I could—"

"I just want to cuddle, you clueless goon." you laughed, hitting him playfully against his chest.
"Hey, that's mean." 47 replied with feign hurt, wrapping his arms around you.

You buried your face against his chest and inhaled the scent of his cologne deeply. The warmth was not enough to fully envelop you, though – the blanket only reached half-way down your thighs and there was a serious lack of skin-to-skin contact, according to yourself.

And so you grabbed his hands, guiding him to the stairs.
"What are your plans, (Y/n)?" 47 quizzed with a hint of knowledge in his voice.

"Just cuddling..." you promised him with a cheeky grin over your lips. "Nothing naughty."

You pulled him with you on the bed and he reached down to pull the heavy blankets over both of your forms. You were immediately onto him, wrapping a leg around his hip to pull him closer, and soon, you were all cuddled up against him, trapped within the safe expanse of his arms.

"I love you, 47." you murmured.

Agent 47 kissed the top of your head and felt you relax against him, the goosebumps that had been littering your skin disappearing in the building heat.
When he felt your calm breaths waft against the skin of his neck, he knew that you were asleep.

Carefully pulling away, he tucked you in and put another blanket that had been laying discarded on the ground. He kissed your temple, slipped out of the door and went towards the shed.

"And I, you." he mused, as if you could hear him. Even though it was still difficult and unfamiliar for him to express, you didn't need a verbal confirmation to know that he did. Diana had said it before – he did it in his own special way. Something entirely against his purpose and nature.

It felt fantastic.

From the toolbox, 47 grabbed a screwdriver and a wrench, going to work on your heater.