Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

彡[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 35: ᴅᴇʟɪʀɪᴜᴍ]彡

===== Timeskip 6:20 AM ======

The sun hid behind the dark clouds, its rays barely passing through the moody fluffs. My body shivered from the cold, praying for a warm shower but the elatedness of my heart made me forget it. I couldn't stop smiling at all.

I unlocked the front door of the house and gently closed it. It was quiet inside, and I could only hear the spatters of rain against the glass windows. I stayed on the doormat for a little while because of the raindrops on my clothes before heading further. My target was the kitchen fridge.

Once I was dry enough, I slipped out of my shoes and immediately went to the fridge, grabbing the nachos snack Michael gave me before, along with the cheese dip. I plopped on the barstool and ate like a kid, feeling like I haven't eaten anything in forever. The drowsiness of exhaustion was catching up to me so it was more like a quick snack rather than a full meal.

I brought out my phone to check if the glitching still persisted, luckily it wasn't but for some reason, I have bars. Odd, I thought and tried to dial the number of the pizzeria to see if it actually works.

*ring ring*

It took me a few seconds to cancel the suspiciously-working call. That shouldn't happen. Cell towers aren't even built yet, or was this because of the ball pit? Surprising but beneficial, in case I get locked somewhere again, hopefully not, I can call the office. The date on my phone went back to normal, March 1987. It's a good thing this didn't fry its circuits when I did the travel.

I threw the empty bag away and moved upstairs to go under the shower. My clothes were covered in raindrops, dust, and a bit of cobweb, including my hair. Why am I always a mess in this timeline? But I'm relieved it's not somebody else's blood this time.

The warm shower was great, and it fogged up the mirror so I wiped it with a towel. I saw my tired complexion; dark circles had colored the under of my eyes. The bath made me ten times sleepier, and I was damn ready to collapse on my bed, only to notice I didn't bring any extra clothes with me.

Ah well, it's only a few steps to my room, shouldn't be a big deal.

I dried my hair first before going out of the halls with only a towel covering most of my body. I fiddled with the ends of my damp hair as I walked, wondering if it grew longer. "I'm worn out..." I whispered, rubbing my eyes after closing the wooden door and ready to fall down the mattress. But when I did, I hit something not-mattress-shaped that smelled like lavenders and it started talking. "Oww...."

I opened one eye and felt my mouth fall open, I was on top of William who was rubbing his bare chest of scars from the hard impact and he was under me. My arms were on his sides as if I trapped him in another point of view. His hair was really messy but he looked good nonetheless, in fact, I loved it. Slowly, his ocean-painted eyes met my void-colored ones, and naturally, he was surprised by the awkward position we were in. 

"Okay, what are you doing in my room?" I spoke first, yet the man was too focused on my body, staring up and down like he was in awe. Somehow, I couldn't move, probably because I was too tired to even try, with the leftover strength in my arms just to balance myself.

William's hand reached for my face while the other slowly slithered on my exposed back, "You're very irresistible, love... especially right now". He tucked the hair strands behind my ear with a smile and with half-lidded eyes, he whispered, "But I prefer to be on top~"

On the spur of the moment, our positions changed. My wrists were being held down on both sides of my head and his legs locked me in place. His lustful stare made my heart pound, and the fact that we barely had any clothes on was more than enough for me to stare at him back with lecherous thoughts inside my head. My body was getting hot from this whole situation, but I wasn't clueless this time, now that I knew perfectly why I'm acting like this.