Momentum [(UNDERTAKER X READER)]

#19 - Spilled All Over

My face (my whole body, really) was burning when I woke up to the sunlight shining through the window. Even the tip of my fingers were slightly tinted with red.

I sat on the bed, resting my hand over my lips. Dear Lord... did I really have that kind of dream? With my mentor, of all people? I must be getting mad. All that stress from the past months must've set something off inside my body.

Trying to soothe the embarrassment, I took deep breaths and let the smell of breakfast take place in my mind. Thankfully, hunger spoke louder than shame to me, and that drove me to finally get up.

In a few minutes I was in the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with a humming Undertaker. He was sliding through the room, preparing toasts and tea for us. I got us cups and took the boiling kettle off the fire. He seemed to be startled at the noise.

"Oh, sorry! Didn't see me here?" I asked, sheepishly.

"No, I didn't. In fact, I was thinking of calling you out of your room. It took you some time to wake up today, didn't it?" I could hear him smiling, but never really checked it to be sure.

"Ah, the bed was particularly warm today." I casually explained, pouring tea on both cups. He took the pan out of the fire and placed it in the center of the table.

"Cold mornings really are hard to wake up to, aren't they?" He held one of the toasts between two fingers, waving it in front of me. "Here, get yourself some energy. You'll soon discover it's quite necessary. Hee Hee."

I took the loaf and our fingers brushed, making me awfully self-conscious. "Thank you." I muttered. His hand was as cold as ever, but his fingers were delicate and always holding things in an elegant manner. It was hypnotizing. But right now, all I wanted was to pay attention to something else entirely.

His touch lingered for a few seconds before he retreated his hand and turned his attention to his own food, and soon the room was filled with crunchy chewing sounds and sips.

It occurred to me that perhaps the dream I had was not exactly an unconscious accident. I have never actually fallen in love or even remotely liked someone romantically, since my life was always too busy for it to happen. You can't exactly fall in love when you work inside a lab opening bodies every day, can you?

...Don't even joke about falling in love with corpses. Yuck.

But it was something I had never really dedicated time to think about. It didn't make any difference, and I knew after my promotion I would have time to dive into the social seasons when they were open again. Maybe find someone, maybe just have some fun. Anything - and anyone - is possible in the social seasons.

But my life took a completely unpredictable turn and here I was, daily coexisting with one of the most intriguing people I've ever seen in my whole life. This was something I couldn't simply ignore. He was interesting. He had misteries to solve, he had secrets I felt compelled to discover about. And his relationship with the Queen's Watchdog? It made me wonder even deeper how in the earth he came to be in this shop, in this place, with these people as acquaintances.

And being in love with discovery is what made me become a scientist in the first place. I don't really know how to explain, but making things considered impossible happen, it lights a fire inside of my chest that I can only call 'love'. Burning passion. Absolute devotion.

This man, this mortician over here, he inspired me to try what was new; and for the second time in my life I felt like I did something that was actually right by me. A child's life was not cut short due to his immediate thought in bringing him inside the laboratory and trusting in my hands. His burning faith in my abilities and ideas by a mere mention to something that could or could not work... It woke something inside my chest that I am not quite sure I was prepared for.