Falling Doesn't Feel So Bad (Tartaglia x Reader)

Chapter 18

Y/N stirred from her slumber and scooched closer to the source of heat that was lying next to her in bed.

She wasn't expecting that very same source of heat to wrap its arm around her, the girl nearly flew over the edge of the bed trying to get away from the intruder. Once Y/N's E/C eyes were open and she took the image in front of her in, her heart sank.

Tartaglia was looking at her sleepily, his bedhead making his hair stick up in all angles. Despite just having woken, his guard was already up, and he was observing Y/N carefully.

"Morning Girlie, why so alarmed?" He yawned lazily, propping himself up on his elbow and looking straight at Y/N. She blushed when she saw his bare chest and immediately averted her gaze. Everything from a couple of hours before was replaying in her head. The guilt began to settle in. What had she done? He was a murderer. She just slept with a murderer, he pleasured her.....and she enjoyed it?

'I'm such a sick fuck.' She internally cursed.

Y/N inhaled and gathered the courage to look Tartaglia in the eyes.

"Forget everything that happened, it was a mistake. Now get out of my room." She said coldly.

The Harbinger raised his eyebrow and smirked, "Didn't seem like a mistake to you when you were begging me to fuck you."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and she narrowed her eyes, grabbing her vision. She stood up and glared at the man, "Get out."

Tartaglia sighed and lay back down on the bed, chuckling softly, "I'd have you pinned in seconds Y/N. Don't make me laugh."

The girl had to resist walking right over to him and strangling him where he lay. Instead she closed her eyes and took a minute. Then she went into the bathroom, grabbing her clothes and getting changed. Once she was ready she came back into the bedroom and grabbed her bag, stuffing the clothes she had so neatly put away in the drawers hastily. Tartaglia watched her, an irritated expression on his face. There really was no winning with her.

It was so obvious that she wanted him and yet she was still running away.

"So you're going to run away?" He began, watching her place the last few things into her bag.

Y/N gritted her teeth, zipping up her bag, "I'm not running away, you're not leaving so I am. That's not running." She replied curtly, which resulted in the Harbinger sighing.

"Y/N you can't keep running from how you feel forever. We both know what you want."

"You don't know anything about what I want." She retorted angrily, stomping towards the door.

"So you're going to tell me it felt wrong when we kissed earlier? You're telling me you felt nothing?"

Y/N turned around and met Tartaglia's blue orbs, "Stay away from me Tartaglia."

"Tell me. Tell me you felt nothing."

"I don't have to tell you anything." She replied icily, opening the door and slamming it shut behind her.

She didn't feel anything for him.

Maybe she just didn't want to.