Fade Into You (Miguel O'hara x reader)

Ten

SMUT WARNING

Miguel opened each door inside the cabin, finding a restroom and a bathtub. He started the water, making sure that it was warm by dipping his hand in.

After the tub filled and steam sat on top of the water, Miguel walked back to the living room. He saw Y/n laying on her side in front of the fire place. Her wet clothes and hair made the carpet wet as well.

He kneeled down to her level- once again. He noticed her eyes were closed, like she was trying to sleep. He shook her gently, to which she groaned, not wanting to leave the warmth of the fire. "I know dulce," He says softly, putting his hands under her armpits and taking her to the bathroom. Once he got there, he leaned her against the counter, sighing as he knew what he had to do now. 

Y/n's eyes opened once he felt her tug on the bottom of her shirt. Her eyes flickered from the bathtub then to Miguel. Her hands grip her shirt as well, fighting his pull. He sighed, putting his hands down, not wanting to go against her will. It wasn't that she felt uncomfortable, or she didn't trust him- she knew that even if he ever pulled a betrayal she would still go crawling back to him, but because she felt self conscious. 

"Lo siento." He states, "But, I really have to get your temperature back up, can I do that please, mi vida." The name that dripped like honey made Y/n's heart tingle a bit. She made eye contact with him, giving a nod of approval. 

He tugged at the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up, he whispered for her to lift her arms, which she did. He discarded the wet tank top to the floor, trying not to get too distracted by her beauty. Y/n leaned her cold forehead on Miguel's clothed shoulder as he unclipped her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks as her breasts sat bare in front of him. 

He slid down her pants, leaving her stark naked in front of him. "Que maravilla..." He says under his breathe, quiet enough so she didn't hear. She picked her head up and looked into his eyes, seeing them flicker quickly back forth from her body to her eyes, his breathe quickening. 

She crosses her arms in front of herself, looking to the side. He blinks quickly, gathering himself before her scoops her legs up and carries her to the tub in bridal style. He gently lowers her into the water, hearing her sigh as she sinks into its warmness. 

He grabs a bottle of body wash, putting some on her shoulders which were just above the water and lathering them. The girl lathered her own arms, bubbles being created as she did. The water turned red from the blood of the fish bites. He then grabbed some shampoo, massaging it through her hair. 

Miguel massaged her back, her head,  and her shoulders in a lovingly way as she bathed. Her body had now been covered in the bubbles that sat on top of the tub. She submerged her body in the water since everything was now clean, tilting her head to wet her hair. "What am I supposed to wear?" She asks him. 

Miguel sighed, "Someone lives here, maybe they have some clothes. If not, you can just wear my shirt." 

She nods, sat in thought for a second, looking to her fingers and seeing wrinkles form from how long she sat in the water. "What about our stuff?" She questions. "All of our money, and clothes are there." 

"Money that we stole." Miguel corrected, "And clothes that we bought from the money that we stole." 

"Okay.. fair point." Y/n admits, bringing her knees to her chest and looking to the bubbles floating in front of her. "But, also my phone's there. And so is yours. I have a lot of photos and messages I care about." 

Miguel sighed, "I'm sure we can go back." He assures her, looking into her eyes. He reaches for the drain, unplugging it. "I'm going to grab you a towel." He stands up, going to look in all of the cupboards.