Deadplate Vincent x reader

12

I was once again inside the dimly lit restaurant cleaning after closing. I walked into the break room after putting away the cleaning supplies and told Rody goodbye as he left for the night. Today was my last day of work for the week so I was excited to actually be able to rest for the day tomorrow.

I grabbed my things from the cubby and made my way towards Vincent's office. Hopefully today I wouldn't have to wait as long for him to finish up paperwork.

Knocking first I opened the door. Vincent sat with a few papers in front of him as per usual. I got ready to sit down and wait for him to finish them when to my surprise he was already stacking the papers and standing.

"You ready?"

He asked grabbing his keys. I smiled and nodded my head. We walked up the creaking steps as we had the night before. But tonight I was less nervous. Vincent had shown me an entire new side of himself lately and I was happy that he liked me enough to open up like that.

We walked through the door and removed our shoes. The apartment looked the same as it had when i'd left in the morning, a blanket draped over the couch, likely used buy Vincent when I stole his room and forced him there. I still felt bad for doing that. Despite his insistence.

We walked into the kitchen and I grabbed the bag  he had prepared for me and put it on one shoulder. I faced him again, leaning slightly on the counter and resting a still bandaged hand there.

He looked down at my hand. He lightly grabbed it and inspected the bandages.

"I should re-wrap this. Go sit on the couch i'll grab the things for it."

He turned and walked in the direction of the bathroom. Sometimes his actions were so spontaneous. Regardless, I walked into the living room, placing the bag near my shoes and other things to be sure not to forget it. I then sat on the red couch and waited.

A short while later he emerged, holding some bandages and disinfectant. He sat next to me then asked for my hand. He took it and carefully removed the wrap that was protecting it. The inside was stained with blood in areas that covered larger cuts. My hands hadn't hurt today. Or maybe I had just been too distracted to notice. He rubbed disinfectant over the wounds and I slightly hissed at the sting.

"Sorry." he said
"No it's alright."

After they were thoroughly cleaned he wrapped them tightly as he had before. He then repeated the action on the other hand. Throughout the entire process I could feel that my face held a pink tint. I knew his actions were nothing to get flustered over but still, I couldn't help it.

When he was done he asked me if I had the supplies to wrap them at my place. When I sheepishly told him I did not he gave me some bandages and instructed me to try and change them every day. I knew it would be difficult to
do on my own so I was dreading this.

We both stood.

"Well, I should really get going"

I looked up at him. Eyes involuntarily darting to his lips.

"Thank you. For everything."

He held a smirk on his face as I spoke. It was nice to see him with that expression.

"I don't know how I can repay you. You've been so kind to me."

I was now blatantly taking glances at his lips. I knew I was red. Then suddenly a cold hand was cupped around my cheek. I leaned into the touch. It had been a while since i'd experienced this type of affection.

"No worries."

My eyes met with his for a second and then the tension was broken when his lips were suddenly on mine. As mine were on his. He tasted vaguely of lemon and cigarettes. He pulled away for a moment and whispered against my lips.

"Don't go."
"O-ok"

I replied and leaned back into the kiss.