Crucified -Jean X Reader

Busted

You fixed Jean's shirt to your best of your ability. Your fingers fidgeted as you buttoned it up. Jean tried fixing your hair as best as he could, raking it with his fingers. You both stopped and stared at each other.

You both erupted into laughter.

"We look like a fucking mess"

"Yeah, I won't deny it" said Jean as he nodded his head.

He pecked you on the lips as he shot you a smile.

"But that was fun"

"mmhm" you mumbled against his lips as you pressed one back.

you turned your attention back to the shelf. You gulped in fear. You grab the rag that held a strong bleach odor and for the millionth time you rubbed the shit out of the shelf, making sure it was spot clean, leaving no marks of evidence behind.

Jean used another towel and did the same to the floor. You knew one screw up and it was over for the both of you. If anything just you, since you were the only one to know about that janitor closet. And was worse was, that this one specifically happened to be Levi's favorite. It was the biggest out of all his closets and carried almost ever chemical, cleaner, mop, or broom you can think of. You huffed out of breathe as you finally stopped. You squatted down and looked at every single inch of the shelf. Jean crouched on the floor examining it carefully.

You both turned to each other and gave a thumbs up. 

You took the two towels with you, careful not to leave evidence behind and placed the bleach you used right in its precise spot. Jean opened the door and you both slipped out and made a run out of the storage room.

Opening the doors, you were greeted with the bright sun still shining down. Jean held your hand as you both began to speed walk to HQ, giggling like little school girls.

Levi walked out with a bucket full of cleaning supplies. He felt relax and content at the moment. His office and room was spotless, so was the mess hall and the stables thanks to you and Jean. He felt like he can breathe in the air properly and not worry about where he steps.

Levi headed towards his favorite storage room to drop off his heavy duty supplies. He watched as you and Jean came into view, hand in hand. He eyed the messy hair and the slightly wrinkled close. You two were still sweating.

"Fuck happened to the both of you?" he asked.

You felt Jean's grip tighten around you. You both gulped in fear. Jean clenched his jaw not sure what to say. You squeezed his hand assuring you were going to do the talking. You sent him an exhausted look.

"Fuck does it look like happened. It's hot as balls in those stupid stables"

"I thought you were done?" he raised his brow.

shit.

"I was, but I took my time cleaning properly your horses hooves one by one. Poor boy, probably feels good without all that gunk he had"

"Oh, Thanks" he shot you a half smile.

Another cleaned thing he can look forward to.

"Sure no problem munchkin" you waved him off quickly.

You pretended to take a whiff of Jean and scrunched your nose. You made a sour look as you sniffed yourself as well.

"Shit we reek" you looked over to Jean.

Jean nodded his head, "Yeah, I think we should go shower"

"Agreed" you said pulling Jean's hand as you began running with him quickly to HQ.