Silent Love// Wilbur X reader

Lovely CHAPTER 6

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Lovely
CHAPTER 6
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I felt someone touching me, my eyelids fluttered before I attempted to open my eyes. as I adjusted to the light in the room I became aware that I was lying on my couch, my shirt had been removed and my arm had been tied in the white bandages Kit purchased earlier, with blood lightly seeping through. I also had a damp tea towel on my forehead. And there in front of me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, kneeled and sitting on the floor beside the couch. The movement I had woken up to was in my hair. The girl's hand caressed the top of my head, her fingers running through my thin hair. She was smiling, her eyes pouring into mine. I used the energy I had to smile back at her. "Hi..." she whispered. "Hello" I said deeply. Her hand moved down to my cheek, her thumb now stroking my face. "How do you feel?" She questioned. The arm I could actually use lifted and sat overtop the one on my cheek. "Numb" I replied, staring at her, her eyes had my constant attention. "Did you-" I started. "Yes... all sewn up" she peered over at my arm. "Does it hurt much? Can you lift it?" she asked. I finally broke from my gaze and focused down at my upper arm. I pushed everything I had into it, and was able to achly pull it up a little. "It just feels tingly" I answered, allowing my arm to rest again. Her eyes searched my body, her hand leaving my face. Her gaze eventually fixed on my hand. I followed her glance to see my hand that was absolutely covered in my own blood, sticky and stained. "Wait just a moment" She muttered sitting up and making her way into the kitchen. I could hear her running water. Once she returned she sat back down in her original spot. "Give me your hand..." she whispered. I weakly pulled my other arm across my chest as for her to grab a gentle hold of me. Her hands felt like silk. Slowly she dabbed the warm wet rag on my hand, instantly soaking up some of the dried red. It felt like heaven, the warmth was so comforting. She continued to gently rub at my hand. Swiftly, I exhaled, letting go of everything. I stared up at the ceiling. "You're quite valorous," She commented. I turned back to watch her. She looked up from my hand to watch me. "I had a reason to be" there was a short pause before she smirked, continuing with my hand. "And what's that?" she said. "You Kit" I whispered. she froze, looking at me. "You're my reason" she looked away, her cheeks burning maroon. Kit finally pulled the cloth away from my hand. "There we go..." she whispered. "Thank you" I smiled, looking down at my hand. It had been cleaned off now but there were definitely stains in a few of the crevices. "What time is it?" I asked her tiredly. Kit glanced to the kitchen looking for the time. "Around noon" she muttered looking back. "Do you want me to help you up? you should really eat something, and then we can lie down somewhere actually comfortable" I enjoyed her use of the word we. I did want to lie down with her, look at her and even tell her how much I wanted to do so. "Sure," I stammered, still not what I wanted to say. Kit held her hand out for my other arm, as I took her hand I twisted myself to sit up on the couch. "There, now stand up when you're ready, okay?" She reassured me. I nodded slowly, overthinking my next few moments. Kit entered the kitchen looking through the cupboards. "How's cereal?" she asked. I began to sit myself up and off the couch, only barely allowing my right arm to contribute. "Fine with me," I replied, finally getting onto my own two feet. That wasn't actually too bad. I thought. I tried my best to move my arm a little, lifting it further than I had before. It wasn't as painful as earlier, instead it ached with fatigue. I slowly made my way to the counter sitting down as Kit poured milk and cereal into 2 bowls. "Now, be gentle with your arm for the next little but, you should be able to be up and using it in the next 5 to 10 days or so, but it's not going to properly heal for a few months" She slid of the bowls to me as she picked up her own, Kit circled the counter coming to sit next to me. "Gotcha" I mumbled as I spooned the cereal into my mouth. "What does that mean for us..?" I asked awkwardly. "What do you mean?" she covered the food in her mouth as she spoke. "Well- you know..." I stuttered, not fully knowing what the right thing to say was. She grinned, coming to realize what I was talking about. "If we get that carried away, I'll be gentle on you," she said suggestively. "Don't give me that voice. I'm gonna get hard right now if you do that" I spoke in a hush tone. I could see her finish the cereal out of the corner of my eye. Kit sat up looking down at me. "Would that really be so bad?" she said quietly, inches from my face. Kiss me. she smirked. Kiss me Kit. She walked off, going to place her dishes in the sink. Well great, now I'm turned on, wonderful. "Eat your food and come lie down" she directed me, Kissing my temple. She began to walk away before I brought her back. "hey, hey, hey" I grabbed her attention as she resumed her place beside me. I snaked my hand on the side of her face letting our lips connect. She tasted so sweet, I wanted the sugary feeling to stay as long as it absolutely could. After an enjoyable 30 seconds we both pulled away for air. I smiled lovingly up at her. "I'll be with you in 5" I whispered deeply. "Good to know," she replied.
I took longer than I should've to finish my food as I got lost in an endless wave of thought. I constantly felt like telling this girl something, but what the fuck did I want to tell her? There were many things I wanted her to know, I had never been so drawn to a person before. She was so effortlessly beautiful, She was strong and so loving. She had spent 2-3 hours sewing up my arm and lying me down on the couch and doing anything she could to make me comfortable, all while I was unconscious. I was so grateful for her. It definitely had been over 5 minutes, it had most likely been 15 minutes, 20 even, and yet I still hadn't finished. I sighed in defeat, placing my bowl of soggy cereal in the sink, I had satisfied my hunger enough for the time being. I breathed slowly, glancing around the quiet apartment, all quiet except for the soft noises coming from my room with Kit. What the fuck is she doing? I turned into the hallway, pushing the door open and I was greeted with quite the sight. "Woah..." I said, my eyes widening. There lay Kit, sprawled out on the bed, looking to be enjoying herself. Within a split second of my entrance Kit had harshly pulled the blanket over herself in a panic, her face immediately going red as she sat up. "Are you-" I asked awkwardly. "No!" she interrupted "You sure?" I grinned, leaning against the door frame. She didn't answer knowing full well I had caught her. "Do you want help?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders. "What about your arm..." she said quietly. "And?" I sat up making my way to the bed, her eyes watched me. I grabbed the blanket that she desperately gripped to her body. I locked eyes with her looking for permission before she let go of it.
Kit was lying on my chest, it had been around 2 hours since our little encounter. I could feel her heartbeat on my chest, it had become my favourite sound. The only warmth we could feel was the warmth we gave each other. I love when we lay in bed after sex and we kiss and giggle and cuddle and exist together. That is more magical than the orgasm itself; the existing together after, nobody tells you that. Nobody mentions the serene beauty of laying naked in your lover's arms. She lifted a little every time I breathed in. "I feel so comfortable around you," Kit said. I only had one arm around her, as my wounded one rested beside me. "I do too, I'm not sure what it is, but you make me feel... full" I whispered, running my fingers through her hair. I loved the feeling of her skin on mine, the warmth was better than anything I had ever felt, touched or had. "it's crazy i've only known you for these past few days and I feel like I could tell you anything" her warm breath brushed my chest. "How's your arm?" she asked concerningly. "better actually, but it still aches and stings if I hold it in a bad position" I spoke tiredly. I ran my hand past her body, feeling the curves and edges of her warm skin when I had a thought. "Sit up," I told her impulsively. "What?" she said, confused. "Just sit up," I repeated. She pushed herself up, sitting around my waist. "What's wrong?" I wasn't actually entirely sure what it was, I just wanted to look at her. I scoffed quietly, smiling as I looked at her. "what i'm about to say isn't sexually driven but-" even if she only wore underwear, nothing going through my head in the moment was taken in a sexual manner. "Your body... it's so beautiful, and don't just take that as a bland compliment, because every single detail is so amazing..." I brushed my hand from her shoulder, past her breasts and stomach to rest on her thigh. "Thank you" She smiled, she didn't get it. "No Kit, I want you to see exactly what I see, and that is just how absolutely gorgeous you are. Every nick in your skin and scar on your body, each little tenuous detail you classify as an imperfection" Her expression was fading, She almost looked close to tears. "All of it is so... lovely" She loomed over me, just staring into my eyes. Something in that moment just felt right. I could see something, what is it? I'm not even sure. I want a future with her. I think I need it. I could picture flowing white and promises, ticking rain and her soft kisses along my cheeks. Just as I finished my sentence there was a sharp knock at the door. I sat up in confusion, Our bare chests meeting again. "Who's knocking at our door and why?" I muttered. My hand rested on the girl's waist as the knocking continued, getting harder the longer we waited. "Stay here" there was a nervous worry growing inside me. I pecked her forehead, leaving her in the safety of the room. I quickly pulled on a tee-shirt and boxers before rushing to the door. it was getting much louder, the moment I placed my hand on the doorknob the knocking silenced. I gazed back to see Kit sitting on the bed watching. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I expected to see someone aggressively waiting for an answer, but instead, I was greeted by the empty hallway. I glanced down both sides, no sign of anybody. I noticed a small paper taped to the door. In curiosity I carefully pulled it off, it was quite the professional card, more like an invite. decked with a thick white with golden printing. I shut the door, keeping my eyes on the card. "what is it?" Kit asked as I returned to the room. "looks like an invitation" I sat back down on the bed with her. "what's it say?" she asked as I began to scan the printing.
"Dear, Kitrina Maeve Maverick and William Patrick Spencer Soot. The death of target Alexis Maldonado has been cataloged, and we thank you so dearly for your compliance. Your efforts are greatly appreciated. As per the contracts agreement, subject Tyler Marcel Maverick will be released at 12:00am exactly in the street outside the Keanu gala and recreational building. The two of you are welcomed with open arms to attend the recruitment of other staff at the following location, as a cover for your required business. Dress accordingly as our dress policy for our recruit celebrations are a strict 'Formal' dinner begins at 5:00pm, and guests are welcome at 4:00pm. Thank you for your time, and have a marvelous day!" I finished reading out the card. I looked up from the invite for her reaction. "shit... we've got things to do, I have to get a dress" she stood up frantically looking around, she only wore underwear but she didn't look like she gave much of a shit. "hey calm down we've got the time" I held onto her shoulder with support, "I know, I know" she tried calming herself. "Do you have a suit?" she asked, her question was directly followed by my complying nod. "good okay, i'm gonna have to go out and get something..." I could see the gears turning in her head. "What time is it?" She reached for her phone on the bedside table. "2:29pm i've got time" she muttered, harshly putting on her clothes from earlier which included my sweater. I was too overwhelmed to do anything but uselessly stand there, thinking of everything that had just happened in the last 2 minutes. What's this place like? How formal is it going to be? What's going to happen with her brother? Will I get to see her in the dress today? I was really hoping I'd see her in it sooner or later but my mind was jumping ahead of itself. Kit finally pulled on socks and sprightly pushed herself up to kiss my cheek. "Be safe Kit" I called to her as she rushed past me and to the door. "Mhm" she responded. "Kit!" I called again. She stopped this time, turning to look me in the eyes. her face was so full of excitement and hurry, I knew deep down that she needed this, she was getting closer to her brother as the hours ticked. "Be safe," I repeated. She had her hand on the doorknob, the door already halfway open. "promise" she smiled warmly back at me. "Now go have your fun" I beamed. And just like that Kit was gone, and I was alone in the dark quiet home. Something immediately felt missing and I began to long when she sat so carefully on my chest. I gazed down at my bandaged arm. It looked like it needed new bandages. I sighed knowing I'd had to change them. I stepped out of the room feeling a cold aura hit me. I searched the room for a little bit until I found the rest of the bandages on the table by the couch. I grabbed it carelessly, grimacing at the box. I entered the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was a mess, but I enjoyed the fluffiness. I carefully pulled my shirt off, trying my best to pay note to my arm. Once my shirt was on the floor I began to remove the bandages gently unwrapping them. With each wrap around my arm I feel my skin underneath finally getting the chance to breathe. Once I had collected all of the bandages I nervously looked down at the wound. Kit had cleaned it up quite nicely, blood only appearing between the stitches in my arm. I lightly touched it with my other hand immediately tensing at the sting. I reached for the box and pulled out a second roll of the cloth. weakly, I lifted my arm up, feeding the bandage through and wrapping it just tight enough around my upper arm. After I had used the roll I pulled it tight and tied it underneath. My arm felt like it had been pricked with a thousand tiny needles. Those needles were pumping in poison, I couldn't stop them, but someone else could, and she was my medicine.