Bookmarked - A Rodrick x Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 8 - Be A Good Girl

"What the fuck!" You say, covering your eyes, trying to not have them pop out of your head. At least he wasn't nude. You both were adults in a building that housed minors so that had to be illegal, right? Then again, no one else was around. Including the minors.

"Oh please. It's nothing you haven't seen before." He says tossing his jumpsuit aside. He dives into the water, his back muscles moving and flexing. The water splashes your feet and you watch as he comes up, hair all down. He quickly shakes his head once, his hair now going all in one direction. "I believe in choices. But you are getting in this pool. Either with your clothes on or without them." He raises one eyebrow at you.

"Can't I just kick my feet in the water?" You ask, disappointed. You didn't want to get your clothes all wet, how would you sneak back into your house? You also didn't want to strip down for other reasons. If you did, you were worried you wouldn't end up back at your own house.

"You wanted a fun night, did you not? Then get in the damn water." He swims closer to you, his voice taunting. His eyes never leaving yours. He had promised friendship only, but his voice, his actions... they promised anything but.

"Will you- will you turn around? Please?" Your words tumble out of your mouth, but almost as if in slow motion. You were getting nervous. You felt it. You usually were calm, cool, and collected. But now? You were worried about the next step. And excited. It was just changing, getting in, and then... You weren't sure what would happen. Between you and him. You weren't sure of what you wanted to happen.

But he did. He turned around in the water, following your request. You slipped your shoes off. Left, then right. Your fingers moved slowly, reaching for the buttons on your jumpsuit. It felt like you were already in the water, your movements slowed. Once the jumpsuit was off, you put it in a pile near your feet. Next was your shorts. One button, a zipper. The feeling of the fabric sliding down your legs to your ankles, sent goosebumps along your body. For such a warm room, you suddenly felt cold. You slid your shirt off as the final step.

There you were, standing in your underwear. You put your arms in front of your chest, but then felt too exposed on your lower half. You weren't sure where to put your arms. At your side would mean you had confidence and at this moment you didn't. You had worn swimsuits at the beach before, around boys you didn't know. So why did you feel so shy now?

"Turn around." You squeak out. You were scared of him seeing you like this, but you weren't going to be shy. You moved your arms to lay at your side, trying to muster any courage you had in you to show.

Rodrick turns himself in the water. You watch as his eyes start at your feet, crawling their way up your calves, thighs, stomach, chest, neck, and finally face. It felt like he was devouring you, slowly. His face had become blank, you couldn't get a read on him. What he felt. What he was thinking.

When his eyes met with yours, it felt as if the slow motion had finally stopped. Everything was now frozen, you felt like you weren't breathing. It felt too silent even as he waded towards you, near the pool's edge. His hands rested on the edge of the pool, the water from his hands dripping. From the slant of the pool tiles, the water rushed towards your feet. It was like a shock to your system. The water was warm which meant that it must be heated. God, it made you want to jump in, but you felt frozen in your spot.

His dark eyes had the glass reflection from the pool, casting shadows across his face. You felt as if you knew what he was thinking, that in the moment it clicked for you.

"Baby," his voice dark. "Please get in the pool for me." He looks up at you through his eye lashes, showing the whites of his eyes.

"I told you not to call me that." You say, starting to shiver. Now it wasn't from nerves, but with all your clothes off you were actually starting to get cold. But something about his request, no, his demand. His demand almost made you move, as if he was controlling you. You telling him not to call you that was the only control you had right now.