Smooth Criminals (Boothill x Fem reader)

Chapter 15

(This is so real)

You shuffled around the bed, sighing peacefully in your sleep. Your hand gasps to find your daughter and pull into a hug in your sleep.

The struggle to find her surges you to wake up. You open your eyes, finding the bed empty, "Clem?" You called and panicked when she wasn't there. You heard the sound of a ding and shot up. You quickly turned around to find Clementine sitting happily eating a bear shaped toast and Boothill who was cutting the toasts into bear shapes.

You sighed in relief and yawned, "You guys are..." you checked the time on your phone, "...up early,"

"Good morning, mom!" Clementine waved to you, wiggling her legs back and forth.

Boothill placed your breakfast on the table, "Well eat up, butter cup," he smirked, watching as you sat down. You looked to also find bear shaped toast. How thoughtful of him.

You noticed as he sat down, that he had taken what was left of those bear shaped toast, "Oh forgot to give myself a drink," he hummed to himself.

You felt guilty for Boothill, yet it was a very heartwarming gesture for him to do. You quickly swaps a bear shaped toast for Boothill's scrapes.

Just as Boothill turns around, he didn't notice until he took a bite of his toast. Wait, I thought I gave them all of it, he thought. He looked at your plate to find the crusted out toast.

He ate silently at that, his eyes catching you being busy wiping the crumbs off Clementine's face. He ate his bear shaped toast with a goofy smile on his face. How sweet she can be sometimes, he thought again.

You three ate your fill happily. You caught Boothill's stare, "What?" You asked with a raised brow.

Boothill shook his head, "Nothing," he went to drink his coffee.

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Boothill took the rest of you to the development of your new ship. This time it was going to be 3 times bigger than your original one.

You gazed in awe at it, yesterday you doubted they would finish it in just a few days, "They work fast," you commented, looking at Boothill.

Boothill smirked at your comment, happy that you were impressed, "They sure do," he ushered you with his hand, "Come on, I got something for you," he held Clementine's hand, while Noah ran beside them.

You followed behind them, it was cute to them as a family. Clementine truly does look happy with him. Boothill notice you weren't beside them, turning back to look at you, "The hell you doing? Come on, sweetheart, walk with us," he grabbed you by the hips, "You tryin run away to another man or something?" He jested.

You furrowed your brow and chuckled in nervousness, "what are you talking about- Boothill you are so-,"

"Handsome," he finished your sentence. You decided to keep quiet and roll along with it.

"Sure yes you are,"

"Ew right in front of my ice cream?!" Clementine faked gagged.

You and Boothill both laughed at your daughter's remark.

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"So now when I see you wield a gun," Boothill walks around me, my gun in his hands, "your posture is off. You seem to not aim that well,"

You place a hand on your hip, eyeing your kids quickly, before looking back at Boothill. The something he wanted you to show you was a training area for guns, "You assume that way because I was trying to shoot you... I have good aim... you're just quick with movement," you looked away.

Boothill smirked, slowly walking away from you, "I'll get Clem some headphones to wear,"

He place headphones on Clementine and Niay so that the sound of the gunshot won't harm their ears.

"Ya need one?" He held one up for you.

You hummed, "I think I'm good,"

He grinned and pointed to the target from the other side of the room. He handed you the gun, "Show me what you got," he stepped back, crossing his arms.

His gaze on you was intense. His eyes looked at you from head to toe. Is he analyzing my movements or just checking me out?

You furrowed your brows, shaking your head. You assumed with your target, aiming at the middle. You pull the trigger and it hit slightly to the right, which you didn't care. You turned back at him, "So," you paused, "criticize me,"

"Woah woah, I'm not going to," he waves his arms around. He walks over to you, "you just need a little help,"

He pointed to the target, "You want to aim it exactly at the middle. We just need to fix your posture and stance a bit," he explained, his hands hovering over my body, "May I?" He asked for permission.

You quickly nodded but warned him, "Remember there are kids around,"

"What makes you think I'm doing anything inappropriate?" He smirked, while asking. His metal hand delicately moving you back.

You felt how slow he was with his fingers, your spine tingling. His other hand moves to your stomach, and you hope he didn't feel the way your stomach twisted with butterflies. No way is my body reacting this way to him, you thought.

You felt your face getting hotter and hotter as his hands trace your every body, "Boothill..." you sighed and cleared your throat.

You sensed his smirk behind you, "Yeah, sugar?"

You dropped your gun and turned around, getting a hold in his collar, "Our relationship isn't like that and you know it yourself," you said.

Once he saw the redness on your face, he too had gotten red. His mouth was left open in surprise. He didn't know his touch was that effective to begin with. Knowing you were quite a nonchalant person, he was just gonna fool with you.

He blinked and stuttered, "W- well- I uh... you- me I-," he should go to his doctor, "I don't know what you're talking about," he covered his red face with a smirk again.

You eyed Clementine who was playing on her phone, before they were back on Boothill.

You let go of him, "Is there something you're trying to tell me or is this how you treat the women you like to hit on?"

He laughs, "the second one... would it be weird if I say that you're the first?"

OH MY-

(Hehe)