Dimension Jump | Karl Heisenberg

Chapter Twenty-One.

(Those are what his hands look like, don't fuck with me.)

"Karl, why don't you have the sweatshirt on?" I question, trying to avert my gaze towards something, anything, but the man in front of me.

"It's too stuffy. Get me a shirt," He ordered, putting a hand on his hip in complaint like I was still his assistant while in this world.

"You're so difficult. My dad doesn't have any shirts that'll fit you," Okay, that may have been an itsy-bitsy little lie. But I'm willing to lie if it allows me to see this mans happy-trail longer.

Karl walks over, crouching down to meet my height on the couch. "y/n, I may be new to this world, but I'm no idiot."

The way he was staring at me with his piercing eyes made me shiver, craving more of this aggressive attention. "I'm not lying..."

He smirks, taking my hand gently. I suck in a breath, waiting to see what he's gonna do. "Really now?" As he talks, he inches my hand closer to his face, eventually planting a kiss to the back side of it. "Are you sure?"

I don't know why I think this is okay, but I shake my head in denial. Continuing the lie.

At this point, I'd convinced myself that my father didn't even own a shirt. Anything that made a shirtless and flirtatious yet angry Karl stay by my side was good enough.

"Hm, I see," With a smirk, he stands up, giving me my hand back from his large calloused fingers. The way his warmth left was almost painful, seeing as it was only today that he began to give off body heat.

I was used to a cold Karl, both on the inside and outside. But he was a human now, and he was here with me.

However, I think my mind is ignoring the issues at hand. What if he eventually goes back to his world like I did? What if the others were brought here with him? What are my parents going to say?

Each passing thought of worry was given no mind, as I rushed forward, wrapping my arms around Karl once more in search of his warmth.

I put my face right in the middle of Karl's chest, and his heart began to beat against me. I could practically feel myself melting, and a sigh of content escaped.

Before saying anything, Karl moved on his own, running a large hand through my hair making me hum. I could only hope he was relishing this moment the same way I was.

How long had it been since he'd last seen me anyway? Didn't time work differently in the Resident Evil realm?

"Karl?" I spoke as soon as the thought popped up, my mouth going faster than my brain again. His grunt of acknowledgment vibrated his chest and I wished I could hold him closer than I already was. "Uhm, how long has it been since you've well... seen me?"

At that question he stopped moving, hand holding my head stiffly. "You mean in my world?"

I nod, looking at Karl's face after backing out of the hug a little. "When I first got back, only a few hours had passed, while a month had gone by for you. So I was just wondering—"

Before I could continue, something wet hit my hand, making me focus in on Karl to see he was crying.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you!" I quickly took my sleeve and wiped his cheeks, hoping the tears would go away. "You don't have to answer, it was a rude question—"

"A year."

I stop, hand resting on his cheek as my eyes widen. "What?"

"I— you were gone... for a year..." Karl admitted, his arms tightening around me again. "I thought— I thought you'd abandoned me... Or worse, someone kidnapped you again..." He buried his head into the crease of my neck; holding me close.