Undercover (Wilbur Soot x Reader)

Body and Mind

On the Road again! Oh I can't wait to get on....

And so you're on the road again.

Copacabana plays for about the millionth time.

"BENVENUTO IN ITALIA!" The lit up sign shouts at you.

Welcome to Italy.

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A house awaits for you both. Two bedrooms, although you're sure after the other night William wouldn't mind if there was only one. What the hell was that about? You watch the man run ahead of you and get the door. You lightly kick his foot on the way in and he pushes your shoulder. Back to the old banter. Maybe night time is the only time he's willing to be that way. Maybe it was the man at the counter. Maybe he wants you. You shake your head, repelling the thought that had just passed by, ignoring you turn to the same man the thought was about.

"I'm gonna shower." You state, looking up at the 6'4 man. He adjusts his glasses and nods back. You both walk upstairs, seeing the bedrooms.
"His" and "Hers" signs labeling each room. That's corny. You start the shower, letting the water heat up as you go look in the closet. Somebody picked out most of these clothes for you. It's full of blazers, long pants, a couple corset tops. You turn on your heel after running your hands through them. You're met with beautiful dresses. Satin dresses that line the higher cabinet so the longer ones don't meet the floor. The dark green dress from your dream catches your eye. You run your hands down the silk of it, the slit in the thigh. Watching the light reflect off the shiny fabric and the dark from the crease your hand makes. It still hits the floor, the train causes that one. The v-neck, the stitching on the bodice. It's stunning, honestly beautiful. You quickly remember the hot water that's running and rush back to take your shower. There's a seat in the shower, with a glass door and wall. The head is detachable and has different options for different streams. You use a sugar scrub on your body while letting the conditioner sit. You think. Think about William. Does he like you? As a person, of course. The "cuddling" or whatever you'd like to deem it, was out of stress. Surely. Couldn't be anything but. Back to the original train of thought, no. You hate each other. Always have, always will. Maybe he's method acting. You never know. You rinse everything off, stepping out grabbing a towel for your body and the micro-fiber towel you brought for your hair. You get dressed, your own clothes as you don't have an assignment today. You should check on him, they said you have unlimited hot water so he most likely took a shower at the same time. You leave a small knock on his door. You wait.

And wait.

A slightly bigger knock this time earns a call from inside.

"Oh! Come in! I'm decent!" You laugh at the surprise in his tone. Slowly opening the door you see the man sat on his bed, one ear-bud in, the other hanging on his chest. His bare chest. He's shirtless. He sits in sweats, his glasses not on. His curly hair damp from the shower. You can't see what he's fiddling with so you turn from the side of him to the front. He has a classic pistol in his hand.

"It's empty." He reassures you. You let out a small breath and watch him twist it around his finger. "Safety is also on." He lets it spin around his finger so easily. His voice laced with a grin. You watch him. Damn, he looks good shirtless. "Enjoying the show?" He asks, grabbing the barrel from underneath to stop the spinning. You laugh, blinking a few times.

"Sorry. Just wanted to check in." You state, meeting his eye. His one eyebrow cocked and a cheesy smirk plays on his lips.

"Uh-huh." he sets the gun down next to him, walking over to his suitcase and grabbing a t-shirt. He slips it over his head while saying "Let's go explore, I heard we get a cat." His head is popped out the top to see you light up.

"We get a cat?!" He laughs at your excitement.

"Yeah, I told them we arrived and they said a pet would make us more believable to be married, so they got us a cat who's on her way." You quickly run to his door, holding it. He follows, obviously holding his laugh in. Letting you walk first he keeps a gentle hand on your back while going down the stair case. You truly take the home in now. There's double staircases that lead up to a landing, where the upstairs is. The downstairs has an open kitchen, with curtains thar frame the windows and leads into the dining room. Shortly after those rooms you could find the living and family rooms. Two offices, both with desktops and large bookcases. The family room has a dark red theme to it, contradicting the rest of the house. He leans against the doorway of the red room and watches you glide your hand against the furniture, looking at the book case to find your favorite books. You turn and see the smirk on his face.

"You look nice without glasses." He chuckles and looks down.

"You think so?" He peeks back up at you, meeting your eye. He steps towards you, brushing your hair behind your ear. Never breaking eye contact. That is until you hear the doorbell. Your eyes light up and you grab his hand, rushing to meet your cat. You check outside to make sure it's her and then quickly open your door. The man delivering the car quickly nods at you both and hands you the kennel, a paper taped on top for information on her. You set her down and he closes the door, letting her out of the cage. She slowly comes forward, meeting your hand and quickly nuzzling into it. She makes peace with your lap and William reads out her information.

"Her name is Lola." He reads odd, glancing down to see the white cat in your lap and you staring up at him with a huge smile. His face quickly turns up in a grin and he reads off more. He goes to touch her.

Lola stares up at him angrily. He squints his eyebrows and proceeds to pet her head, gently around the ears. She takes a few moments to get used to it. She doesn't like him nearly as much as she likes you, but she puts up with him. You both look at Lola and then glance up at each other. He smiles at you, you returning the gesture.

This might not be completely horrid.