The Boot Shiner (Destiny OCs x Male Reader)

Chapter 11: A Night to Remember

Mox and I ate our dinners, and they were good, to say the least. We had no discussions, no talks, no bickering, it was just really quiet. I actually liked it for a change. I'm used to eating quietly, or eating out with someone, but doing it with someone and having no noise was a nice change.

When I offer to take the plates to the sink, Mox immediately refuses...

Mox: No.

Y/N: It's a nice gesture. Surely, I can show you some gratitude for helping me all day.

Mox: You-... I-I shouldn't...

She stuttered, her voice now shaken as she tried to reel back whatever she was going to say. The cat is out of the bag now; she has to say it. I continue to watch her as she does the dishes for me. Eventually, my gaze on the back of her head makes her fess up.

Mox: I was going to say... something too forward...

Y/N: Too forward? What? A compliment?

Mox: You showed your gratitude when... you chose me... and let me help.

Y/N: That's... really sweet of you, thanks Mox.

Mox: Of course.

Y/N: That's not that forward, considering the circumstances.

Mox: No?

Y/N: No... Even if you were trying to move something fast with me... which... I-I don't know if-

Mox: No, I'm not! What are you implying?

Y/N: What do you think I'm implying?

Mox grits her teeth at me, then looks away for a second. She looks back at me with her arms crossed, her frown slowly turning into a slight smirk. She comes back to roll me to the living area, even picking me up.

Mox: Hmph.

We look into each other's eyes for a moment, trying to read one another like a convoluted mystery. I can feel myself slipping from her hands as she holds me in a really... really... suggestive, bridal position. I put my hand on her back, gripping her tank top to try and get her attention, which seems to work.

She sets me down on the couch, sitting next to me. She puts my feet up on the table for me with a smirk on her face, then she does it next. It's sad that I'll always need help doing that now... well... good thing I don't have to worry about that for very long.

Y/N: So, got anything to really talk about?

Mox: I don't think so.

Y/N: Okay, okay... we don't have to talk...

Mox: What... would we talk about?

Y/N: Well, we can talk about why you're deciding to open up to me more. This is the most relaxed I think I've ever seen you, probably the nicest too. Do your friends... ever bring this out?

Mox: Usually.

Shade: Never.

Mox scolds Shade from across the room. The little ghost comes flying back and landing on the coffee table between us. Shade furrows the top of its little shell, almost as if it's trying to shake its head as well.

Y/N: Moxie...

Mox: You know I hate that-... It's... fine, I guess.

Y/N: I'll call you Mox, still; just one less syllable to deal with. However, that proves my point...

Mox: Y/N... okay... please stop.

Y/N: Stop what?

Mox: This... stop... this...