Reader's POV
Bernard was uncomfortable, I knew that. We sat in awkward silence, the air around us saturated in tension. I know I came on too strong, just showing up without proper notice. I was just so elated that someone took an interest in me.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He looked at me confused Like I had just insulted his mother.
"You seem tense, "I quickly added.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it closed. He pushed up his glasses with one hand and then ran his fingers through his hair with the other.
"I suppose I'm a bit nervous," Bernard admitted, he bit his lip like he was deciding on what to say next. I wanted to ask why but I didn't want to push him. I was desperate for this friendship to work out. I wanted that with my whole being. I had craved companionship.
"It's okay you don't have to say why-" I said.
"No," he interrupted, "I'm just not used to this." I didn't know what he meant by that. I looked at him, he was staring at his large hands. The once tense air turned into a tranquil, honest one. He looked at me, his large brown eyes staring into mine; that made me shiver with anticipation. Though I didn't know what I was waiting for.
"I've never really had a friend, and I don't want to mess anything up by saying something stupid," His honestly made me feel warm, I liked that he was upfront with how he felt.
"I feel that way too," I said, it was true but I hoped it would reassure him. He smiled, a wide, charming smile. As weird as this sounds, it felt like the only two people in the entire universe were us. It felt warm like I was at home.
"I'm just- I'm just drawn- to you," He stumbled over his words, "I hope that's not too weird."
"It's not," I assured him. It was true, I felt that too. A subtle magnetic force pulling us together. As if it were on cue we were about an inch away from each other. My face betrayed me, surely my face beat red. I could hear my own heart, It felt like my heart was trying to escape my chest. His face was red, It was good to know I wasn't the only one. It felt like we stayed that way for hours until I acted and closed the space. Our lips connected and formed a sweet bliss that coursed through my body in a wave of euphoric ecstasy It was one of the greatest feelings that I've experienced in a while.
He pulled away.
"Sorry," I apologized. Then he kissed me. It was just like the first. Passionate, very sweet. His hand held the side of my face, ever so slightly tracing my cheek with his thumb. I could feel myself melt. Why did I enjoy kissing this man I knew nothing about? I didn't care. My mind was essentially blank, all I could think of was what I was doing at that moment. My hands were holding me up, I felt like I would fall if I did anything else.
This time I pulled away and let out a short sigh as I did. We were both smiling so I know that we both felt the same way. Nothing needed to be said, we were both content in gentle silence.
As much as I wanted to say this way, it was late, I looked at the clock in my car and grumbled softly. Bernard chuckled, "I guess it's time to go."
I looked at him.
"I don't want to," I paused. Maybe I could put off my plans, but that would not be very professional of me.
"I've got to meet with a client tomorrow," I was a freelance artist, a rather exceptional one if I do say so myself. He laughs softly, "The city is controlled by a super villain, but life goes on," The drive back was short. I had fun. Fun. That's something I haven't had in a long time.
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Soulmates Bernard x fem!reader
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