miraculous sins

bridgette and felix

WOULD YOU STAY

"Would you like to stay?"

Bridgette's eyes widen, and then she nods her head quickly, just a small but eager movement. Then she seems to catch herself, and her eyes become a little more guarded. "Are you...?"

Felix looks down at her, raising an eyebrow. He's asking her to stay the night, and after all of that, it seems obvious what he wants. She's free to deny him, of course, but either way, he does want her to stay. So instead of being helpful and answering her question, he leaves her to find her own answer as he turns to open the door to his room, pulling the now stammering girl inside.

"F-f-f-felix! Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

"I'm only asking you to stay. Anything else that happens is up to you," he finally answers, closing the door with a soft click. The room is darker than the hallway, the only light coming from a the moonlight streaming in through a small window, but even as his eyes adjust to the low light, Felix can see a sense of stubbornness settle in her eyes.

"Felix," she says, calmly but firmly.

"Yes?"

"Are you asking me to have sex with you?"

"I am not against the option."

" Felix ," she almost groans, and he knows she's annoyed by his evasive answers. He continues them anyway.

"Bridgette."

"Felix Agreste."

"Bridgette Cheng."

"You're really going to make me say it out loud?" Her voice is incredulous, as if she didn't expect this level of childishness from Felix. He didn't really expect it either, but he's rolling with it.

"Consent is very important."

"That's not why you're doing this, and we both know it."

"It doesn't hurt."

She sighs and looks up at him, hands on her hips. "Felix Agreste, if this night does not involve at least one orgasm I am going to be slightly disappointed."

"Slightly?"

"Cuddling is a close second, and this is moving kind of fast. I'd understand if you don't want to."

"Bridgette." Felix cannot believe that she is still saying things like that. He steps closer to her, and she takes an instinctive step back, ending up pressed against the door. He looms over her, using his height as an advantage. "I want to. There is no question that I want to."

"Can you blame me for being cautious? You've been my fantasy since I was in collège." She looks off to the side, embarrassment coating her features.

Felix pauses. Normally he would change the subject, because talking about her embarrassing crush and his vehement rejections of her ended them in an awkward place, but with where they are now, they can't ignore the past forever. So instead of changing the subject, he murmurs in her ear, "Tell me about that." The air shifts from uneasy and unsure, snapping into a completely different kind of tension.

Her head whips back to look at him, her eyes wide with alarm. "What?"

"You said I was your fantasy. Tell me."

"W-well, those came later."

Felix leans down and captures her lips in a kiss. Just a brief touch, and then he's pulling away again. She leans up to try to catch him again, but he leans back just the briefest amount to keep her from being able to touch him. "Tell me," he repeats again, softly. "Pick your favorite."