Dimension Jump | Karl Heisenberg

Chapter Twenty-Seven.

"Mom! Dad!" I run outside after my parents in some baggy pajamas, hair frizzed everywhere from sleep. "I love you!"

"y/n, it's six in the morning! Go back inside!" My mom scolds lightly, smiling as she does. "But I love you too."

"We'll see you before your graduation! Don't do anything terrible to Karl while we're gone! I love you!" Dad waves, getting in the car after mom so they can head off for the airport.

I laugh while shutting the door, looking over to see my boyfriend sitting up from his spot on the couch.

"Sorry to wake you," I apologize with a small smile, walking over to push him down onto the couch in hopes he'll fall back asleep.

"Are your parents gone?" He yawns out, eyes half shut as he talks.

"Mhm, we're all on our own until early next month," I explain, pulling the blanket up to tuck him in.

"Well in that case—" Karl reaches up and pulls me down, my body landing on top of his.

"Karl!" I scold him like my mother, getting embarrassed even though no one could see what he'd done.

"Shh, go to sleep; It's six in the morning," He whispers lazily, holding me close.

I roll my eyes, laying on Karls chest right where his heart was. That idiot knew my parents were gone the whole time because he listened in on the conversation, talk about annoying.

However, all my irritation seemed to magically melt away when I heard small snores leaving Karl's mouth, his arms still holding me against him.

I listen to Karls heartbeat, eyes slowly closing as I fall back asleep to the melody.

. . .

"y/n..." The whisper in my ear made me groan, turning the other way on a somewhat solid yet soft surface below me. Huh? "Bitch, get up!"

Karl sits straight, making me follow the motions with him. "What? What is it?" I grumble, burying my head into the mans shoulder so I could sleep longer.

"I've gotta take a piss, come on," He complains, rolling his neck to work out a kink.

I sigh, rolling off the couch and onto the floor. "Fineee."

"Thanks, you ass," Karl muttered, rushing off towards the bathroom as I sit up, still trying to open my eyes. What time is it?

I stand and look at the clock on my stove, the numbers flashing ten at my face. "Ugh, so early."

I go back upstairs, laying down on my bed with a plop. That's when I'm suddenly reminded of the situation.

I'm alone. With Karl. In my parents house.

"Buttercup? Where'd you go?" Karl's footsteps could be heard walking along the bottom floor and I laugh, deciding to stay quiet. He must've been looking for me after the bathroom. "Are you really hiding from me like a child?"

I smile at the words, still keeping quiet. I wasn't gonna let his sly remarks get the better of me this time. I can do this.

"Lieblinggg," He drags my nickname out, voice getting closer as he does. I shrink up in the bed, like it would hide me more.

The door creaks open and I watch as Karl walks in; his cocky smile widening. "Found you."

I roll my eyes, standing up. "No fair! You didn't even—" Before I can finish the man takes my hand, brining it up to hold his cheek. I freeze up on the spot.

"Don't I get a reward for finding you?" He questions, expression turning into a begging puppy within seconds.

"Yeah, finding me. That was the reward," I smirk, doing a little dance.

He laughs, turning his head in my hand to kiss the palm. "The best reward a man could ask for."

My face heats, and I yank my hand back, shuffling out of the room quickly. "I'm gonna go shower! I smell like shit!" My words were frantic and obviously rushed after being surprised by Karl's blunt actions.

His laughter echos in my ears as I shut the bathroom door, turning on the shower before taking off my clothes with small breaths.

I turn and look in the mirror, slowing down upon seeing that the bite marks on my arms had been scabbed over and the scratches were nearly healed.

Then I look back to my neck, seeing that the hickeys had gotten bigger overnight with a smile. What can I say, I enjoyed being marked by him.

After looking over myself one more time for any new marks, I stepped into the shower, taking time to clean myself up.

I'd been so focused on making sure Karl was clean, that I'd lost focus on my own hygiene. It wasn't a lie when I said I smelled like shit.

It doesn't take long for me to finish up and get out before realizing the grave error I'd made. While running from the situation with Karl, I made the mistake of forgetting clothes.

All I had was a towel.

"Fuck," I whispered the curse to myself, looking in the mirror to see that just a towel wasn't cutting it for my larger body type.

I take a small breath, telling myself that everything was fine. "He's your boyfriend of a few hours... what's the harm in him seeing you wrapped in a towel?"

I nod at that thought, stepping out of the bathroom with a new found confidence. Too bad that confidence is crushed within seconds, Karl spotting me almost immediately from his place in my room.

The smirk that comes across his face is painful as he walks over, widening my rooms door. "By all means, come on in."

I smile awkwardly, shying past him as I go to my dresser, grabbing out everything I needed before looking back to the man. "Uhm... do you mind?"

He shakes his head, eyes racking over my body very blatantly. "I don't mind at all."

Karl shuts the door of the room, leaving the two of us inside before striding over to me, hands wrapping around my waist. "You look absolutely ravishing, but I think, just maybe... you'd look better without the towel on."

Karl whispers into my ear; his finger latching on the top hem of my towel to pull it lightly.

It was as if a switch was flipped in him over something as small as me being seen in a damn towel. It couldn't be that sexy.

I gasp nontheless, instinctively grabbing the cloth to hold it up against me. "Karl! I'm trying to get dressed!"

Despite my scolding, he isn't deterred; his hand leaving the towel to wrap it around my shoulders. "I could always help you to get dressed."

I shake my head in annoyance, acting as if my face wasn't burning and my hands weren't shaking. "You aren't gonna leave me alone until I give in, are you?"

Karl shakes his head, confident in himself as he peppers kisses all over my face. I sigh in content at the feeling and roll my eyes when I realize he'd done it again.

"Fine. You can dress me."

. . .

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