Vampire Next Door ⋆⟡⋆ Miguel O'Hara x reader

Ch. 17 locked away

You lay on your side in bed, freshly showered, watching Miguel brush his teeth. He's shirtless, his top half glistening, and bottom half wrapped in a towel.

He looks at you in the reflection of the mirror, then rolls his eyes at how you admire him, like he can read your mind.

He's so tall, so handsome. He brushes his fangs, sharp pearly whites showing. His waves are damp, dripping onto his back, droplets adorning his tan skin, and god... his muscles.

Finally, he spits into the sink, and just when you think he's ready to join you, he starts to floss. His big, strong hands grip the fragile string tightly. After a while of watching his great display of hygiene maintenance, you groan and roll over, closing your eyes in defeat.

You might as well sleep as he follows his night time routine, which you're realizing might take all night.

After a while, you feel his big hand against your back, as you lay on your stomach. Your weight shifts and he's behind you, digging his face into your neck, breathing you in.

"Always smell so good," he mutters against soft skin. You shiver squeezing your pillow harder.

His hand traces down the curve of your waist, before he collapses beside you.

You lift your face from the bed, you both lay on your stomachs, staring into each other's eyes.

"I missed you," he whispers, calloused hand at your cheek.

You sigh, "You didn't have to... you could've just gotten your shit together."

He gives a light laugh, then nods.

You continue, "I felt so far away from you... I don't, I can't–"

"I know. I won't let it happen again, l'll just use my in-between-anomalies-time to see you—"

"You mean stalk me,"

"I know," he whispers.

"Sounds good," you tug his hair playfully.

He smiles, head leaning into your touch.

"Good." he mutters, before kissing you gently.

He looks sleepy. You trace his cheekbones, careful around the fresh cuts.

"You were out all night. Get some sleep."

He nods, sleepy eyes melting into yours.

"I'm not going to work tomorrow— or today I mean. I'll send Vel. She owes me."

"Finally. Got you all to myself," you whisper, fingers combing through his waves.

His eyes grow more maroon; pupils dilate. Your cheeks grow pink.

****

After an indulgent few days of sleeping in and staying up late talking about your traumatic histories, you go back to your internship, and Miguel goes back to work.

Or, work comes back to Miguel,

in the form of a femme fatale dressed in velvet.

Before he leaves for work, and right as you return from work, Miguel stops by your place. You eat, watch tv, talk, or even nap on your couch, that is, all before Vel shows up at your window, dragging him out for work.

When he finally returns around sunrise, you're waiting at his place, asleep on his couch. He covers you with a blanket, then quietly retreats to his office, leaving Vel to bother you on his couch.