Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

Breathless

The first night Striker was gone left me sleepless. I still didn't understand why the imp's absence had such an impact on me, and I pondered the issue as I stared at the shadowy ceiling. Idly, I wondered if he was staying safe. 

It was a long time before I fell asleep, the morning's red light just beginning to filter in through the curtains. 

It was the same the second night. I knew dark circles were forming beneath my eyes, but they were still easy enough to cover with makeup. The sleeplessness had given me more time to think about what I felt for Striker, and the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't wait for him to come back home. 

I was sitting on the couch, reading a book I had picked up that day when the front door opened. Striker stepped over the threshold, dirty but grinning, "One less worthless sinner in Hell."

"And you're not bleeding," I added, getting up to greet him. Without missing a beat, Striker reached out, took me by the hand, and pulled me to him. His lips found mine in a desperate, hungry kiss that left me breathless. Everything I had planned to say left me, already being conveyed by the kiss.