Karl heisenberg x fem reader

Chapter 5

I woke up to the warmth of a bare chest and the earthy smell of a cigar. I move towards that warmth, only to hear a small chuckle.To my surprise as I look up, my eyes meet once more with the familiar amber eyes.

"Finally awake eh? Good morning buttercup" Heisenberg says softly, moving his hand to stroke my hair. A cigar in his mouth, he was sitting up with me in his lap with the both of us on a sofa. We were in a different room than last night. My face lights up with a warm fluster as I look away from his gaze. I was sitting sideways on his lap- my body curled into a small ball leaning against him. He chuckles again seeing my flustered face.

"Good Morning? I slept through the night?" I was shocked. This was the first time in a long while I slept peacefully. Was it him? Was it this place? Was it the company? Millions of thoughts filled my head before I finally snapped out of it to hear an oh so loving voice.

"You fell asleep when I was holding you yesterday, I didn't wanna wake ya. You looked so peaceful there so I figured I could let you sleep" He said with a smirk, continuing to stroke my hair.

"Why did you keep holding onto me?" I ask, finally meeting his eyes again.

"I tried to set ya down sugar- but whenever I did you would cry in your sleep. I felt horrible- but it's okay. It was nice having some company" He cooed, taking his cigar out of his mouth and stomping it out. You bounced slightly as he lifted his foot to put out the cigar.

"I'm sorry..." I mutter softly, looking away. I lay my head gently against his shoulder. He was now wearing a shirt but his coat was still missing. Similar to his coat, he wasn't wearing his hat or glasses. His soft eyes felt heavy on me, watching my every move with such precision. He swiped a few stray hairs off of my face. Feeling his rough and calloused fingers against my face made my face grow warmer.

"It's fine sugar I don't mind,I just have one question: what made you so disturbed in your sleep that bad" he asked, his voice growing concerned. He slowly leaned down to plant a small kiss on my forehead. I sighed deeply realizing I would have to face this question eventually.

"Ever since the experiments Mother Miranda did on me, I haven't had a peaceful sleep. My nights are full of recurring flashbacks of everything that happened. The pain, feeling the mold grow inside of me. Feeling my body change and my humanity slip from me. It...it hurts" I begin to sob. Heavy tears form in my eyes and the moment I blink they run like waterfalls. I'm instantly met with Heisenberg lifting me up in his arms as he stands. He walks carefully over to his bed. I feel him sit down, laying me down on the bed on my side. He lays down across from me and pulls me deeply into his chest. My tears dampen his shirt as I cry, I try to apologize but am only met with a soft hush. He slips his arm under my head and behind to gently stroke my hair once more. His other arm is wrapped around my waist- holding me in tightly. I nuzzle closer to the man in front of me and gently wrap one of my legs around his waist. My long skirt slides up my leg to now expose my thighs. I feel Heisenberg shift, pulling me with him to now lay on top of him. Both my legs straddling him and my head on his chest, I slide my arms up to wrap around his head.

"Get some sleep buttercup. You deserve it..." He said, anger filling his tone but it wasn't towards me- that I was sure of. He was angry at Miranda.