Bookmarked - A Rodrick x Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 24 - Bite Your Lip

Your mind raced with possibilities of why either of them, Greg or Rowley, would be calling. It was late, which didn't make sense since Rowley was like you and went to bed early. Greg on the other hand, made you believe he was probably trying to see how long he could stay up for before he died from sleep deprivation.

It still didn't really make sense why he and Rowley were friends. They were both so different.

But isn't that the same reason you and Rodrick were together? You mean, not together-together, but here in the same location. Thinking about kissing him. Promising to do more than kissing when the time came.

You could only recall the moments that led you here, to the top of the Empire State Building. But did those moments include what feels like fate? You both shouldn't be here, with each other, but you were. Your cousin and his brother were friends; did that mean you had to be too? No, of course not.

You could have chosen to avoid him. He could have chosen to avoid you. But you both felt the pull. The string connected to your chest, pulling you forward, closer to the edge. Closer to him.

Your hair blows in the wind from the heightened altitude, causing you to feel frantic. The phone rings in your hand, vibrating hard enough to feel like it might fall from your grip. You watch as Rodrick's phone does the same. Maybe he doesn't feel as worried as you are.

You promised Rowley you wouldn't be doing this sort of thing anymore. So why was it so hard to stop? Why did you keep finding yourself in these types of situations?

Why couldn't you stop yourself from Rodrick?

Your eyes meet Rodrick's once more. You both can't look anywhere else at the moment. Who would make the first move to the quickly crumbling situation.

"Hello?"

Rodrick says into his phone. He decided to make a move, knowing if you answered that phone, you would have struggled lying to Rowley. You move close to him, feeling the full force of the wind now, using Rodrick as a shield. He wraps one arm around you, from behind your shoulder where his hand falls to your opposite hip.He was trying his best to block out the strength of the quickly chilling air.

"It's late. Why are you calling me?"

Rodrick rubs circles with his thumb onto your hips, slightly exposing the skin. You think the exposed skin would begin to feel chilled from the air, but it had the opposite effect on you. His thumb was warm and that warmth spread all over. You could no longer see his face, but you wondered if you should look.

"Why should I know?"

Were they talking about you?

"Well, maybe you should ask her yourself then?"

Yeah, definitely you. Greg must be calling about you.

"And why would she be with me?"

This was not good. Rowley must have asked Greg to call Rodrick. Rowley must think you are with him. He was right, but he can't know that. He would be so upset you broke your promise.

"If I see her, I'll let her know. Bye."

Rodrick hangs up the phone, shoving it down into his pocket. His other arm wraps itself around you, his head dipping into your neck. You hear him take a deep sigh, and feel the breath on your neck and hair. He mumbles something into your neck. You say 'what' and he lifts his chin.

"I said, we probably should head back. It seems you are needed." Once Rodrick stops speaking, his face goes right back where it was before. It felt nice, him holding you like this. As if this hug was more for him than it was for you.

"What would either of them need me for this late at night? Or this early, I mean." You say, pulling away from Rdorick, your eyes looking out over the city skyline. You couldn't possibly think what either of them would need from you. Most likely it was Rowley who needed you, but employed Greg to try and find you too.

The only worrying thing is that Greg would even call Rodrick in the first place about you. Which meant that Rowley had enough suspicion to have him call you. Which meant he probably knew.

You begin to bite some skin off of your lip. A bad habit that only manifested when you were stressed. You felt stressed enough. Did Rowley know where you were and who you were with? Why did he need you? Did something bad happen? No, if it did, you would have gotten a call from your aunt and uncle. But what if something happened to them? Your brain and lip were beginning to hurt with thoughts and teeth.

"You keep biting your lip like that, I'm gonna get jealous." Rodrick says, forcing you to finally look at him. You can't help but judge him for saying something so dumb.

"Why would you be jealous? I usually make myself bleed, I do it when I'm anxious. It's a bad habit." Your fingertips move to the chapped skin. You reach into your jeans pocket and pull out some chapstick, trying to fix what was already broken.

"I can show you why, if you'd like?" He takes a step toward you.

"Why? Is it some weird vampire sex thing? I don't think I'd want you drinking my blood Rodrick." You take a half step backwards.

"Oh, you are so clueless, it's cute." Rodrick closes the gap between you two, his movements quick and desperate. His hands wrap themselves around your face, pushing you up towards him. His lips find yours, latching on and refusing to let go. He pulls your bottom lip in with his teeth, letting them drag between. You then see what he meant by lip biting. If it was some weird vampire sex thing, you definitely wanted in if it meant being kissed like that by him.

He kisses you again, his tongue touching yours, which completely moves you. You want to kiss deeper, but his height and yours make that difficult. He senses your need for a deeper kiss and obliges.

Your hands rest on his wrists, not wanting to let go. Wanting to guide those wrists to your hips, to your chest, but being on a very tall building in public was no place for that. Pulling away from the kiss, you give yourself a moment to cool down.

"It seems every time we kiss, it gets interrupted, does it not?" You let out a small laugh, "And as much as I want to keep kissing you, I have this weird feeling something is... wrong?" Your eyes drag across the ground, towards Rodrick. When your eyes meet his, he seems upset.

"You don't... like kissing me?" His voice was leveled, but you could sense there was some disappointment there.

"No, no! No, I like kissing you very, very much, but if I'm needed back at the house... I feel something about that is wrong. I really enjoyed this date, but I want to go home now." Your voice was not leveled, in fact, you waivered on that last part. You didn't want this night to end. You had such a great time, even with that jerk in the bodega. Rodrick was fun to be around and he made you feel alive. Talking with him was the easiest thing you could do, you would ever do.

"I understand," is all he said. He took your hand and you both went into the elevator, back down to the first floor (and reality). You were almost home, in fact. The car ride was silent, music and the sound of other cars being the only source of noise. You wanted to chalk it up to the fact it was very late (or early) and that's why neither of you spoke. But the nagging voice in your head made it very clear.

Was Rodrick upset the date ended once again too quickly?

That you were prioritizing something else over him?