Bookmarked - A Rodrick x Reader Fan Fiction

Chapter 26 - Pure Ecstasy

Rodrick takes his hand and traces from your knee upwards. His fingers cut across your hips, to your breast, to your collarbone. It gave you shivers. You tried not to shake from his touch, but there was no stopping it. You were nervous, just slightly. You knew this was what you wanted. You could tell what he meant by instinct. He was who you wanted this from.

Here was a man, by God, the true definition of a man. He was here with you, in the back of a van, eyes undressing you before you even did. Yet, he didn't make a move to. His fingers stopped at your jaw, turning your chin slightly to look at him. His eyes were dark, even in the disappearing moonlight coming from the van's front windows. He looked over the features of your face, as if trying to memorize them.

"That's better," his voice said, barely a murmur. His hand was now on your jawline, caressing the side of your face. Those same rough fingers you hadn't stopped thinking of were touching you softly. His thumb rubbed against your cheek, causing goosebumps to form along your body in ripples.

"Do I make you nervous, baby?" His tone became concerned, his eyes narrowed.

"A little," you let out a slight giggle. "I'm wondering when the instincts thing kicks in. You keep looking at me like I'm going to start or something." You try to control your breathing. Was this really supposed to be this nerve-wracking?

"No, I am going to make the first move, as a gentleman should. I just haven't started yet, I just want... I just want to remember this moment. You look so beautiful." His head tilts and you become warm, knowing a blush was creeping onto your face. He lets a small smile spread across his face before he dips his face down to yours.

His lips are soft and warm, like from before. But that's not what shocks you, it's the air that fills your lungs suddenly. You had always been able to breathe, but this was different. It felt like life itself was pouring into your lungs. Like you hadn't known air until him. The kissing is slow, tantalizingly slow. You understand what he meant on the rooftop about biting your lips, with each kiss comes a nibble from his front teeth. The drag of his teeth on your bottom lip causes you to arch your back and as if on cue, Rodrick places his hand under your back, feeding into your arch more.

He moves from your side to on top of you, his hand not letting go of you arching. His other lands on top of your breast, his palms warm against your body that was getting hotter by the minute. Not only were you still wearing Rodrick's jacket, your clothes felt like they were getting in the way.

And it seemed Rodrick agreed.

He took off his own shirt first before helping you with the jacket. Your eyes gazed over his torso, seeing some of the tattoos you remember from the first time you met. The angel across his chest, the dragonfly on his neck. His body, now that you could look at it without judgement, was a torso with definition. He wasn't overly muscular, but he didn't carry fat on him either. His skin stretched taut over his chest and arms.

As the jacket came off, so did your flannel and tank top. Leaving you only in your bras and jeans. You felt odd since your shoes were still on. You almost thought about asking if you should take your shoes off, but Rodrick beat you to it and untied your laces, slipping your shoes off your heel before he did the same with his own shoes.

Right, don't think. Just do. Instinct.

As he comes back up from your feet still on his knees, he lingers. His hand rested on the buttons of your jeans, as if he was the nervous one. You take your hands and hold them over his. Rodrick's eyes shoot to yours and a look of concern takes their place. Your hand guides him, undoing the buttons slowly. He helps you to slide off your pants, left only in your bra and underwear.

This is what he meant by instinct. Sure, you liked to help people, but this? Seeing his reaction only pushed you further for helping. You sat up, moving your hands to the top of his jeans.