Crucified -Jean X Reader

A Cleansed Face

 "Hold still would you" you complained

"What is this stuff for anyways" he huffed as he looked up at you, annoyed

"To cleanse your face" you said smearing the clay mask around his face.

"I don't need to cleanse my face"

"No, believe me you do" you said dramatically.

He rolled his eyes at you. You felt him tugging your shirt as you continue applying the clay mask.

"What is it Jean"

"Come down here and give me a kiss at least"

You bent a little down towards Jeans face. He titled his head up towards you.

"Sorry, no can do. Maybe after we're done with the mask" you smiled.

"And how long is that gonna take?!"

You turned to your bathroom mirror and started applying the mask on yourself.

"mmm we have to wait for it to harden, 10 maybe 15 minutes"

"That's too long!"

You giggled at his reaction. 

A knock at your office door was heard. 

"Can you get that for me" you said, still staring at your reflection.

"Like this?!" he said pointing to his face

"It's literally no big deal, it's just skin care. Get over it"

"But-"

The knock got louder

"Jean you're gonna have to get use to this either way" you turned to him placing your wrist on your hips, carefully trying not to stain your night shirt.

"I know" he huffed

He rose from his seat on the toilet seat cover and walked out of your room and over to your office. He took a deep breathe before turning the knob and opening the door, preparing himself for the embarrassment.

Both Levi and Jean jumped back, startled by each other. Both wearing clay masks.

"Y/N has you doing this shit too?"

"Good for the skin, leaves it cleanse." he replies

Jean wasn't even surprised.

He is a clean freak after all.

Levi hands over some papers that had a sticky note on top,

"Give this to her would you"

"yeah, no problem Captain"

"Oh, and not a word to anyone about the clay mask Kirstein"

"Right Sir"

Levi gave him a nod and scurried down the hall to his office, slamming it shut before any one suddenly appeared in the middle of the night by chance. Jean took the papers and walked back to your room where he found you laying on your bed.

"Who was it?"

"Captain Clay Mask"

You let out a laugh.

"And what did he want?"

Jean plopped himself next to you on the bed handing you the papers. With now clean hands, you sat up and took them and read the sticky note. You began to frown staring at the sticky note. You let out a sigh as you began skimming through the papers.

"What's wrong pretty girl?" Jean said squeezing your thigh.

You turned to him and sent him a sad smile.