Hands Colder Than His Heart (Dottore x Reader)

Unexpected Guests [2]

Exiting the guest room, you saw a bag waiting at the door, opening it up you saw it was the clothing from the store.

Shouting a 'Thank You!' as you ran up the stairs and into the bedroom, you dumped the clothes Dottore had gotten you onto the bed. Picking out a comfy light grey turtle neck with a black skirt that reached just above your knees, you slid the rest or the clothes into the bag.

Leaving your dirty clothes in the hamper near the door you peaked into the bathroom inside his bedroom you dragged his slippers and slid them on.

Walking downstairs you heard sizziling, entering the kitchen you saw Dottore adding food into a pan. Eletric stoves had recently been invented so you weren't surprised when Dottore just had to get his hands on it.

He turned his head towards you, taking in your body before looking down, "Y/N are those my shoes-"

You shushed him by sticking your finger in his face, leaning over the counter you stared at the food he was cooking. Letting your head rest on your palm you stare up at the doctor, "Make sure you make enough for Klee, kids always talk when you give them food."

Grabbing the tongs Dottore added more fish into the pan, "So, like you."

Mouth dropping open you stared silently at the harbinger, you wanted to scream but nothing came out. He cackled loudly and pushed his fingers through his hair, his hand ungloved you saw the burn marks and cuts littered around them.

He grabbed a wooden spoon and stepped over to the other burner, he moved around the liquid in the pot and looked back at you. "You look very nice; I see why you trust me fashion sense."

Sitting yourself up on the counter you let your legs dangle as Dottore cooked, your eyes following as his arm muscles flexed through his sleeves.

You remember when you brought him to a skating rink for the first time, you dragged him along by his arm since he kept scrambling for some stable ground. He got a cold the day after, seeing him bundles in a blanket while yelling at you for which medicine to get was one of the most stressful yet hilarious things you've experienced.

One of the things you'll never forget about that day was how usurpingly muscular his arm felt, veins running up and down and the few times he caught you've never felt more secure.

You felt a strong grip on your jaw, Dottore held it steady, "Open."

Opening our mouth and on instinct you tongue lolled out, Dottore smile as a breath escaped him, "Good girl." He blew on the spoon and slipped it into your mouth.

Tasting the broth of the soup you sucked on your tongue, "It's good, just needs some salt."

Dottore nodded and grabbed it from his spice cabinet.

Turning your attention to the steadily growing storm outside, the rising moon casting a blinding glow onto the snow packed onto the ground.

A tap on your cheek you twisted your head back, there was Dottore holding both your shoulders. Pressing his lips against yours he shifted his hand to tangle into your hair, wrapping your arms around his neck Dottore pulled your head back. His mouth trailing down your neck as he delicately traced kisses where he pleased.

His free hand dropped down, slipping past your skirt he played with the plush of your thighs, "Does it taste any better? . . . "His voice rough with desperation.

Fingers digging into your leg to spread them, you pushed your upper body onto his. Digging your head to his shoulder you buried yourself deep in the musk of his cologne, "Delicious . . "