Summary : Your day couldn't have been worst but David knows how to cheer you up.
Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Smut.
A/N: Hello dear 😁 I'm not really used to writing smut so don't be too harsh with me, I have a soft little heart.
Disclaimer : I do not own Judas Kiss and its characters. Only my OC and the plot of this story are mine.
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David wasn't an easy man. Certainly his job has a lot to do with that. But he tried really hard to be, if not softer at least less harsh when it comes to you. His gentle side was only for you to see.
You could pretty well deal with his sarcasm but sometimes you couldn't help but take his cantankerous reflections for yourself. When it happenes, he, without fail, will feel guilty and try his best to make it up to you. However, and he knew it, you couldn't sulk on him really long. You were irremediably in love with him and so did he, but of course, you were the one saying that out loud. David was more reserved, more demonstrative and less verbose. So, since the beginning of your relationship, you had tried to put up and deal with his grumpiness, his imperviousness to any kind of emotion and his jaded attitude about almost everything, as if nothing could impress him anymore.
But his shortcomings were counterbalanced by his kindness and thoughtfulness towards you. Never did he forget your birthday, to bring back your favorite cake when he went to the bakery or how you despised the smell of cooked onions. So, he didn't cook any onions anymore for your greatest relief even though neither of you really cook. You were totally useless in the kitchen and David often worked passed midnight and therefore rarely ate with you except during his time off and then, you would order food to avoid being poisoned by your awful skills as a cooker.
David could also always tell when you needed him to let his bitterness down to be attentive to your needs.
Today was one of these days. You had a really hard day at work, trying to teach some English grammar to a bunch of boisterous and uninterested students, you were more than exhausted after three sleepless nights in a row because you were too occupied worrying about David being involved in a dangerous mission and, last but not least, your car had run down a few days ago and you had to take the train to commute to work. The station was twenty minutes on foot from and to David's house. You had moved in with him six months ago for your biggest relief as you had to live with your parents before that. Being a teacher wasn't a really paying job and before being involved with David, you had to be practical to not end on the street.
Unfortunately, the shiny sun of this morning had given in to a heavy rain at the exact moment when you had finished your day. Therefore, you arrived home drenched to the bones, shaking, freezing and ready to burst into tears at any time.
