Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader

Chapter Twenty-One

The car service drops us at the stairs leading to the observatory. Walking hand-in-hand, we ascend the stairs. He opens the door for me and we enter the atrium. A large pendulum hangs from the top of a high dome, marking the rotation of the Earth. We lean over and peer down, watching it swing and knock over little stacks that mark its path.

Neither of us has been to an observatory before. We aren't sure what to expect. A tour guide walks us around, pointing out various things and giving us a combo science and history lesson.

We duck into empty hallways for moments alone. When I excuse myself to go to the restroom, he follows, locking us in a family bathroom. It causes a few stern looks he can't see from behind his back from a group of elderly attendees. One lady winks and says louder than necessary, "Margaret, didn't you and John duck into the bathroom back in '83 at the governor's mansion?"

The women whisper and snicker.

I turn him around, pushing him out. "Wait for me. I really don't want to get kicked out of here."

He goes out with a smirk.

I hurry, wash my hands, and exit. When I open the door, he herds me back in, resting his hand on my throat.

He pushes me against the sink, turning me around so we're both facing the bathroom mirror.

"What are you doing?" I say, my mouth dry. The look in his eye says he's up to nothing good.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like—" I push my ass into his groin and rub against him until I feel him growing hard against me. "You're about to get a case of blue balls." Pushing back against him, I keep going until he grinds into me. "Not happening." Grinning, I say, "Let's go find our group."

"Not yet."

"Yes," I say as I turn around and stand on my toes to kiss his lips.

"First—"

"Later. It's my turn next, remember?"

"I regret agreeing to that."

"For now, maybe."

"Five minutes."

"I thought we'd worked up to ten?"

"You're not a nice person."

"I'm very, very, very nice. Sometimes."

"Yeah, you are." His eyes narrow and he lets me pass.

I grab his hand as I walk out, keeping him in step behind me.

We catch up with our group. The winking lady walks up beside me and asks, "Newlyweds, right? I can always spot newlyweds." She seems happy to be right, and we don't correct her.

She asks when, but I can't lie. He jumps in, saying, "Thursday. We're very happy."

His phone buzzes, and he excuses himself. "I'll be right back." He kisses my forehead, and I watch him walk away.

The woman grins. "You've got a good one, I think."

"I do."

She tells me, "There's a spot past the park, up the hill, where no one ever goes anymore. People stick to paths, you know?"

I nod and she goes on.

"If you're into star gazing or want a place outside away from it all, it's perfect." She pats my arm. "Take a blanket. It's a bit of a hike, though."

"If it's off the path, how would we find it?"

"Follow the curve of the hill, just inside the trees. If you see the white rock markers, you're going the right way. You'll know when you get there." Walking off to rejoin her group, she glances over her shoulder and winks again.