The Cop (Donquixote Rosinante X Reader) AU

Birth of a Relationship

His fingers held your face delicately, lips refusing to move anywhere else but on top of your own. You felt a small smile tugging at his lips, proving you he was just as happy as you were of finally getting some appropriate alone time, uninterrupted by his job, by your friends or by any other possible circumstance. This time, it was just the two of you, and you were going to take your sweet time in enjoying it.

Rosinante wasn't thinking the same thing.

Whilst your sexual frustration had gotten the best of you, leading you to prioritize making out over actually getting to know the man, he wasn't on that same page. Rosinante was usually a reserved man, and he most certainly wasn't one to enjoy one night stands, much less with a woman in which he had seen potential of her becoming his partner. He hadn't brought you out here just to make out, he had brought you to the secluded area so that the two of you could have a romantic privacy and feel comfortable enough to open up about each other. He wanted to talk.

Your hands slid up his chest until they were hooked around his neck, a satisfied moan rumbling in your throat as his hands led your body on top of his lap. The soft noise was enough to bring him back to reality, his eyes opening widely and his mind finally coming back to his senses.

Getting this close and touchy would give you the wrong idea. As mentioned before, Rosinante wasn't one for one night stands and he didn't want you thinking this was going to be one.

"What's wrong?" You asked innocently, staring at him through your long eyelashes.

"(Y/N)..." He breathed out, recovering himself from his fastening heartbeat as he held you firmly on top of him.

Oh no. Do I have bad breath? Has he decided to end things here?

"Y-yes?" You urged him nervously.

"I'm sorry." He began, rubbing his hand down his face in exasperation.

He had gotten a little frisky and had to calm his arousal down before you noticed the physical effect you had had on him.

There it goes. Once again I've failed in-

"I don't want this to be just a one night stand." He blurted out quickly, successfully driving his focus away from the delicious feeling of your body on top of his, and getting things out in the open before his mind could begin to cause him to doubt and get nervous.

You stared into his eyes and let a small smile form on your lips. He simply didn't want you to think this was just sexual. He actually wanted to build a relationship.

Could this man be more adorable?

"Oh." You said simply, not moving an inch from his comfortable lap, wide and sweet smile replacing the former smaller version on your lips.

"I want to get to know you better." He continued, his hands running up and down your side sweetly. "Not just a one night stand." He repeated. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea-"

"It's perfect, actually." You finally said, interrupting him as he began to blabber nervously. "I want that too."

A swarm of butterflies fluttered around inside his stomach, his cheeks blushing goofily as he lost himself inside your gaze. He had no idea where all of this feelings were coming from, but he knew for sure he was going to chase after them.

Chuckling softly, you sat back down on the bench, Rosinante not missing a beat as he dragged you closer towards him and cuddled you by the side. You hummed peacefully, enjoying the way his natural scent invaded your lungs and the beautiful glow that came from the light reflected upon the small frozen lake.