the seamstress

WARNING: smut

Y/N= Your Name

you woke up at your usual 7 AM, but continued to lay in bed as you weren't looking forward to the cold air of your flat meeting your skin. you sighed. 7:30. you had to be at the fabric shop by 8 to pick up materials for this week's orders. now motivated by the pressure of time, you washed your face, attempted to tame your mess of hair, put a quick smooch of lipstick on, and practically jumped into your dress. it was primarily teal with a black corset, hugging your body in all the right places.

while you loved to doll yourself up, you hated going into public. you much preferred to stay in your flat, sewing for hours, and taking strolls around your flat at odd hours of the day. nevertheless, you grabbed your tote and started making your way to the fabric store, more briskly than usual as you didn't want to inconvenience any of the store staff. too busy trying to make it on time, you forgot to look where you were going and ran right into somebody, falling over with all of your things. you started to profusely apologize to the looming figure standing above, surely entertained by the sight below them, when a sharp voice pierced the air.

"have you been walking long, madamoiselle?" you looked up at the source of the voice and your (E/C) teary eyes met a set of bright, teal eyes. your body was frozen in embarassment. "whether you have been or not, would you like a hand?" you nodded quickly, and looked down again in embarassment, taking the man's hand. he pulled you up swiftly into an unexpected almost-embrace. one of his arms was snaked around your lower back and the other was holding your hand. realizing all that had just happened, your eyes widened and your heart started beating at a rapid pace. what smells so good? is it his blood? you glanced at his neck. no. you don't even know him! he just helped your mess of a self off of the ground. you shut your eyes and inhaled sharply. "do you talk? i'm sure you have a voice as enticing as the rest of you." his eyes met yours once again as they opened. you felt a fuschia blush dance across your cheeks. what's going on? how long has it been?

"i do speak. i am incredibly s-sorry for running into you, i was in a rush to be here on time because i didn't want to inconvenience the staff at this fabric shop. thank you for helping me up sir i really appreci-" the man's gloved finger shushed your breathy, run-on response.

"a lady in a rush. how adorable. would you like an escort to make sure you don't have another encounter with the unforgiving ground?" you opened your mouth to shut him down, but for some reason you held off and nodded yes. you usually shrivel up in disgust when someone touches you. what's happened to you? "now, missy, what's that pretty name of yours?" you blushed. is this normal? or is he flirting with me? what does he want?

"Y/N." you blurted. the man was smiling. you couldn't help but notice how bright white it was, and how cute it was. cute? what's gotten into you?

"lovely. mine is vanitas. shall we?" he offered his bent arm to you, as to walk you into the shop; his other arm carrying your tote for you. you hesitantly linked your arm in his, and you couldn't help but feel his firm muscle through his jacket. about a minute later you made it into the shop. what time is it? you pulled your pocketwatch out with your free hand. 8:02. you caught vanitas peeking over your shoulder at your watch. the reflection of your faces looked back at him. he just smirked.

"would you like me to leave you to your affairs?" you almost pouted at the thought of being on your own. his presence was so intoxicating and so comforting. he watched your reflection as you pondered for a moment.

"uh, can we meet right outside once i'm done? i just need to get the descriptions of my projects and the fabric to go along with them." you turned to look at him. he nodded with a calm smile.