[✔] ▼ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎 ▲ Miguel O'Hara x Reader▼ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷/ 𝟸

▸ SEVEN ◂

You efficiently applied the mask as you did a thinner layer than Miguel. You figured he did not do skincare such as this often so you went ahead and used more of your products on him to see the improved results.

"(Y/n). . ." You heard a zombie-like voice behind you. Turning around, you find Miguel's face unrecognizable due to the deep cracks of the mask. 

You tried to hold back your laughter as best you could, but all that came out were quiet wheezes. You were unsure why it was such a funny sight but lately, you've noticed how much you let loose around Miguel. 

"It's not funny," He glared, but more wrinkles came up and fueled your laughter, "Get this offa me."

After washing both of your faces together, you take out a cream and set it down in front of him. Miguel picks up the small container and inspects it. You bring yourself out a moisturizing mask sheet.

"Why are you using something different than me?" He points at your clear mask.

You shrugged, "I figured you'd be done with using masks." You show him by putting the mask on your face. You heard Miguel's quiet laughter from beside you.

You snap towards him, "What is so funny?"

The expression on your face and the mask combined must have caused him to roar in laughter. You couldn't help but let out a few giggles as well.

You hit his broad shoulder, "Do not laugh at me!"

While adjusting your mask and smoothing it around your face, you notice Miguel simply standing there and watching you. You begin to feel bashful, did you look like a fool? How embarrassing . . .

"Why have you not started?" You look down at the cream unopened.

He stiffened before managing to let out, "I . . . was hoping you'd do it for me again. . ."

You didn't quite hear him so you leaned closer, "Pardon? What did you say?"

Miguel shook his head and grabbed the container, "I was just watching. I've never done any of this before. So, thank you," He smiled at you, "this was fun. Y'know you're . . . Much more fun to be around than I anticipated."

You smile back, "I am glad you think so. I am not the scary, cold-hearted killer I am made out to be, do not worry."

While you waited for your face to absorb, you helped Miguel here and there with the cream. You gave him some extra tips and advice on skincare.  He tells you about the wrinkles appearing on his face even though he is just before thirty. You recommend massaging the face and using deep butter more often. The rest was just silly jokes and making fun of each other--which you really enjoyed. It was nice to be playful every once in a while.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you," You turn and bring out a similar container of the cream that he used, "this is a two-step moisturizer."

Miguel's brows furrow together, "What does that mean?"

You laugh softly, putting some on your fingers and reaching up to his face, "While one does its job, the other helps ensure it." You explain.

While you dab some onto his cheeks and forehead, you close the container and put it away. Turning back to him, you realize you were no longer on the counter in front of him, but back to standing next to him.

Miguel notices this and bends down to your height, " . . . Sorry for suddenly picking you up earlier. That was rude."

Your gaze softens at him while you rub the cream around his face for him, "It is alright, I did not mind it at all. It helped a lot, actually."

You felt privileged to put your hands all over this gorgeous face before you. You made sure to caress his face slowly in order to savor the moment. It was definitely different this time, using your own touch on his face instead of a brush. It made the attraction to his features more real by touching them. Glancing to his eyes, in fear of a stare down again, you notice his eyes were closed. It was as if he were savoring the moment with you. Stepping back, you admire his clean and shining face.

"Magnifique. . ." You whisper. (Magnificent)

"Hermosa. . ." He whispers back. (Beautiful)

And at that moment, the tension was real. Your gazes were locked, and you didn't even realize that he was leaning in. Realizing what was about to happen, your eyes flutter closed, and you lean in as well. You felt his warm breath over your mouth, and your legs clenched tight. Just when your noses brushed together, there was buzzing and light music coming from Miguel's watch.

Snapping out of your trance, you lean back just as Miguel pulled away from you. It was very awkward as he cleared his throat and took the call from Jessica. You begin to internally scold yourself, what were you thinking? Have you not known this man for just a few months? Why would you allow such a thing? Why are you so . . . attracted to him?

"Yes, Jessica?" His voice broke in the middle of his sentence.

"Miguel! There's been a recent anomaly I thought I could handle. But it's a pretty tough one." You hear Jessica's faint voice from the watch.

Your worried eyes met Miguel's who replied, "On my way."

Once he hung up, the silence returned. A very, very awkward silence.

He sighed, "Right, uh, I gotta go-"

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a quick, chaste kiss. You release him and he stands there stunned.

"Thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed it, Miguel."

The flustered man nodded speechlessly his face growing red. He never expected the kiss to go that way, but he was ecstatic. 

You smile at him from beneath your eyelashes, "Be safe out there, okay? I am here if you guys need me."

Another speechless nod. His chocolate brown eyes stared wide at you in disbelief. A pink hue covers his cheeks. His heart was racing and so many thoughts were cycling through his head, say something, Miguel!!

Jessica rang up on his watch again, which snapped him back to focus. He quickly turned for the door, accidentally bumping his shoulder into the wall. He wanted the floor to swallow him whole; he was so embarrassed.

Groaning and holding his shoulder, he turns to you, "I gotta go, I'll, uh, see you around?"

You giggled at his flustered state, "Yes, goodnight, Miguel."

He was just about to leave before he sighed and quickly came back to you. Miguel suddenly had a surge of adrenaline and managed to gather the courage to pull you in for another quick kiss.

"Sorry, I just needed to do that one last time," he put a strand of your hair behind your ear, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to kiss you."

You tap his shoulder, "We have only known each other for a few months. Slow down, lover boy."

Something about the way your voice got lower with the French accent caused something to stir within him. It was very difficult for him to pull away from you, and it was hard for you to sit still and not pounce on him. But you knew Jessica needed him, and that he needed to focus on the matter at hand.

After he leaves, you clean up your bathroom and get ready for the night. Finally lying down in your bed, your heart proceeds to speed up at the thought of Miguel. You somehow manage to fall asleep despite the urge to go see him and kiss him again.

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hehe >:))

Finally the kiss has arrived!

I'm not too sure if this is moving too fast, I know I've jumped from their first meeting to a whole two months having known each other, but I thought it would be difficult to plan out several chapters to fill in most of the two months, ykyk?

Next up, (y/n) will be meeting Hobie >:))