Poisonous

Hello, darling

This is prolly the last chapter before the new episode and I am DEBATING putting smut in it oh my god. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to write the second half of this chapter during history class and I don't know how to feel about that. Update I stayed up till 4:00 writing this so it's probably bad but it's absolute filth so enjoy ig 

They take the limo back to the hotel, Y/N drifting off multiple times during the ride. Zemo didn't mind because it gave him time to admire her peaceful sleeping face. He was reminded that when they got back to the hotel he would have to keep watch while she slept. He was more than happy to do whatever it took to keep her feeling safe, but he was disappointed he wouldn't be able to spend the night sleeping next to her.

By the time they had gotten to the hotel she was fast asleep. He softly lifted her and carried her to the room. He was extra gentle, making sure not to wake her.

When they got to the room he laid her down in bed and put the covers over her. He crouched down next to the bed to inspect her sleeping face. Brushing a strand of hair out of her face, he accidentally woke her.

Her eyes fluttered open and her peaceful expression instantly changed to one of fear. Her hand darted out inhumanly fast and grabbed his. Once she fully woke up and realized the hand next to her face was Zemo's she released it.

"Oh god I'm so sorry, force of habit I guess," she apologetically rambled.

He comforted her softly. "It's quite alright, love. I'm sorry for waking you."

"Well now I'm awake, do you want to take a turn and I'll keep watch?" she asked.

"Only if you'll lay with me," he requested. She was tired and laying down sounded pretty good so she gave in.

"Fine."

He crawled into bed next to her, facing away. Even though he was being respectful of her space she could still feel his presence next to her. The feeling of his warmth so close to her was intoxicating. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable."

"I got some stuff for you, the bags are on the couch," he said.

She carefully got out of bed, not wanting to disturb him too much as he was almost asleep already. When she walked into the living room she easily spotted the bags. She took them to the bathroom and was annoyed to realize they contained very fancy pajamas.

Of course Zemo would buy her a one billion thread count silk nightgown because that's just his style. She huffed, quickly changing into the dress. She looked herself over in the mirror once. At Least she was going to look good while not sleeping. That being said the fabric was surprisingly comfortable.

She crept back into the room and laid down. She had no trouble staying awake until the sleepy man next to her grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her against him. "Mmm, hello darling," he murmured in Sokovian.

His stubble tickled her neck and his warm breath made her shudder. She was filled with uncontainable lust for a man she would have killed days ago if given the chance. And for some reason she had almost stopped feeling guilty for it. "You know I'm actually starting to like your little nicknames," she said back.

His grip on her tightened and he whispered into her ear. "You know what I like?"

She smiled at his obvious flirting. "I don't know, Zemo. What?" she asked, turning around to face him.

His hand trailed from the dip of her waist to her hip and then past the fabric of her dress to rest on her thigh. "This outfit," he growled.