Vanderwood x Reader

"Could You Walk Me Home?" [F!Reader]

How had he gotten into a situation like that? Where he was stuck in some bar with the RFA, even though he wasn't really a part of it? He really didn't know. 
Okay, no. That was a blunt lie. Vanderwood knew exactly how he'd ended up in that place, and that was because no one, absolutely no one was able to say no to your damn puppy eyes! Not even the years at the agency could've prepared him for that. And it annoyed the shit out of him. 

Now there he was, sitting at the bar, once again wondering why he just couldn't have put his foot down and say no to you. He wasn't the biggest fan of outings like that, especially when he felt like he was kind of intruding. But whenever he was thinking about calling it a night and leaving, you somehow showed up, like you were reading his mind, talking to him, even asking him to dance with you over and over again. But there was no way in hell he'd do that. 

Instead he settled on keeping an eye on you. Yes, he was well aware that you were probably perfectly able to handle yourself, but most men were trash. Even more so with alcohol involved at late hours. Not to mention that you looked, once again, stunning. Even more so with how relaxed you were surrounded by your friends, laughing and just enjoying yourself without a care in the world. And even when you couldn't convince the others to dance with you, that didn't keep you from joining the people on the dance floor. Where you were seemingly in your own little world. 

The corners of Vanderwood's lips quirked up ever so slightly into the tiniest smile, as he watched you. How you sang along to the songs you knew, the way your skirt swayed accentuated your movements, that were nearly hypnotizing him and tempted a part of himself to join you after all. Then he remembered that he was not drunk enough to do so and remained right where he was leaning against the bar. 

Though the entire mood shifted when a random guy suddenly approached you. Still, he forced himself to not do anything yet. After all, he didn't know if you might fancy the guy. Maybe you wanted to dance with the him and the brunette wouldn't want to spoil your fun just because he was jealous. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud. Ever. 

But the second he noticed your defensive reaction, how you held your hands up and tried to keep your distance to the stranger, there was no hesitation at all, on his side. 
The former agent was quick to make his way through the dancing mass of people, until he came up behind you, hands resting on your hips and even though he was focused on getting you out of that situation, he couldn't help but notice that you hadn't flinched in the slightest at his touch. It was as though you had recognized him instantly and he could also feel you relax a little, when you leaned back into his chest. 

"Hey, baby girl...", he said softly and pressed a kiss to your temple, though as soon as his gaze landed on the stranger, his expression hardened in a flash. "Do we have a problem here?" 
"Who the fuck you think you are, dude?!", the guy, who was obviously piss drunk, nearly spat at him. 
"Her boyfriend, who won't hesitate to fuck shit up real bad for you, if you don't leave her alone." 

Vanderwood knew he could easily take the guy out and oh, was he ready to do so as well, if the guy should've decided to do something stupid, but feeling how you grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms around your waist, pretty much wrapping yourself up in them, somehow managed to help him calm down again. And thankfully, mostly for the drunk asshole, the guy decided it was best to step back, instead of causing a scene. Good. 

"You okay?", was the first thing he asked, not making a move to let go of you just yet. After all, he didn't know when he could have a chance like that again and the feeling of having you so close was nice. Extremely nice. And you hadn't made a move to get some distance between you two either. 
"Yes, I'm okay. Thanks for the rescue. But uhm... Could you maybe walk me home? I don't live too far, but I don't really feel like staying here anymore." 
"Yeah, of course."