Hands Colder Than His Heart (Dottore x Reader)

So, When's The Wedding? [6]

The bliss of an early morning was quickly broken as you realized it had fully made its peak and would only go down from now on, with your boss under you as you laid on top of his, fully nude. Trying to roll out of this position you felt an iron grip on your lower waist, wiggling your hips seemed to only stir wake the harbinger and from past experiences, that was the last thing you wanted.

Finally accepting that you would be here til he woke up.

The warmth running through his heart was an unfamiliar feeling, though it was not unwelcomed. He began calculating how long he could get away with lying in bed with you until one of the soldiers came knocking on his door, or one of his fellow harbingers trying to pry him out of the bedroom. Tracing his frosty hands up your back, he planted kisses on your forehead, you're so precious how could he not indulge?

Body twitching from his cold fingers, you buried your head deeper into your boss's neck, seeing if it would do something to him or not. He froze, barely moving except for his arms circling around your body. If he could, if he really could, he would stay here the entire boat trip with you. Though he knew sooner or later someone would come to fetch you both, so might as well get it done with now.

Wrapping his arms around your body, you jumped a bit and squeaked, head pulled closer to his as he bit your ear. Swatting your hands at his you sat up, "So you were awake!" You squealed as you tried covering yourself with the blanket.

Shrugging his shoulders, the harbinger smirked, "Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't." With a huff you got off of your boss and slid off the bed, the minute your feet hit the floor your body leaned back onto the bed.

Letting out a strained whimper you held your stomach let out another sigh, Dottore knitted his fingers into your hair as *attempted* to give you soothing rubs. "Was it too much?" You could tell he was being sarcastic, but a part of you felt like he was genuinely concerned.

You shook your head, "No, my body is just sensitive, you know this." Letting a slight pout slip out as you practically melted into the harbinger's touch. Dottore is fully aware of how sensitive your body is, you're sensitive emotionally too.

Groaning as he sat up, the harbinger found his boxers and pants lying on his side of the bed, slipping into them he watched as you desperately climbed up the bed, the blankets wrinkling as you dug into it. Leaning towards you, he slapped your bare shoulder, "Stay there, I'll get your clothes."

Giving him a glare as he went digging through your suitcase, not like you could go anywhere in the first place, also you were on a god damn boat in the middle of the ocean. As he tried to pick out an outfit you couldn't help but wonder where Klee had gone, Dottore could care less if they left her in Sneznyaha but you wouldn't let him hear the end of it.

Not to mention he loathed seeing you upset, making everyone break their backs just for you to smile. "*Hey*" You turned your head, "Put your arms up." Yawning as you raised your arms, Dottore slipped a nice dress shirt over you.

Adjusting it on your body, head nudging towards your bra on the floor. He made a silent *ah*, noise as he noticed it. Your legs swung lazily on the edge of the bed as he crouched down to grab it, giving a silent thank you as he slipped it on under your shirt.

Sliding off the bed, you practically clung to the wall as you shuffled over to your suitcase. While grabbing the clothes on the floor, Dottore's eyes flickered to your body. Watching the forming bruises and marks on your legs, he could only imagine what he had missed in the heat of the moment last night.

By the afternoon they would become sore, and you would be complaining about them then, as well as the marks on your face that had begun to bloom last night. Making a mental note of it, he went back to cleaning up the room of any evidence.

AFTER you both had gotten dressed and cleaned up, you walked outside of the room and went down the hallway. Dottore following closely behind, looming over you like some kind of shadow. As you let another yawn slip out, the doors to the front of the boat flew open.

Stepping back a bit from the sound, Dottore gripped your shoulders and held you closer to him. Walking in the hallway was nonother than the Balladeer and Klee, the girl skipping into the area. When you saw her, your hands clasped together, looking up at Dottore to see how he reacted.

As you thought, his face was completely blank as he stared at the two. You wiggled out of his grasps and scooped up Klee, all of this was a blur to the two men. Klee patted your cheeks as you held her in your arms.

The girl babbled about how she got to sleep in a comfy bed, the electro harbinger came up to you with his arms crossed. "She was whining for you last night." You tilted your head when he said that, Dottore coming up behind you with his hand resting on the small of your back.

He continued, "I would've brought her to you, but when I passed by your room, I decided she could handle it herself." The bastard kept a stoic face, but it quickly turned into a smirk as you sharply inhaled, and you felt Dottore's hand tighten the strings of your corset.

Putting his hands out he shrugged, "Hey, don't listen to me, I think Klee would enjoy a little sibling."

You choked on whatever air was in your throat, Klee threw her hands into the air and began chanting the man's words. Strings tugged on once again, you stammered back as Dottore grabbed his co-worker's shirt. "So, you admit I'm right? You only get upset when I'm correct!"

Dottore didn't say a word as he dragged the man outside, slamming the door behind him. You looked down at the girl in your arms and sighed, "Klee, do you want to watch two grown men fight?" She replied with a rapid nod as you exhaled, "Thought so."

Opening the door, you expected to see the two men going at it, fist being thrown, maybe even bodies. But instead, you were greeted with the sight of them exchanging money. Dottore did the classic lick on his thumb as he counted the Mora Scaramouche had given him, you were absolutely dumbfounded.

The door shut a bit more loudly than it should have, the men turned their heads to look at you, like you were the crazy one. "What the fuck."

"Fuck!-"

You slapped your hand over Klee's mouth, "Don't say that."

Think of this as a filler episode.