Scott's POV
So Vincent's a hit man. However wrong it was, I knew a tiny part of me thought it was sexy. Did I mention it was tiny? Of course, I was never going to admit it though. Killing was wrong! Couldn't he find a different job?
I slapped myself on the forehead. He wouldn't change his job with the amount of money he's getting. Hell, I wouldn't change my job either!
I looked at Vincent, his eye's focused on the road. He was singing along to the music that was playing. "You're body is like muuusic baaby, I wanna play it again~" Even though he was singing, I could tell he was in deep thought. I watched his face, the slight twitch his eyebrow makes when he's about to take a turn, his beautifully smooth violet skin, the hair on his chin and eyelashes, his shiny, soft bangs that fell just above his eyebrows, his carved, straight nose, I took in every detail. Everytime I look at him, he always somehow becomes more beautiful. He even had a cute birthmark above his lip. With every detail I notice, I see more perfection. It even made me a little self conscious. I almost felt he was out of my league.
He noticed me staring and glanced at my direction, stopping at a traffic light. I felt butterflies in my stomach when he smiled at me. "You're so adorable, y'know that?" He cooed. Oh God, the butterflies might be too much-
I felt a familiar salty taste form into my mouth and I quickly rolled down the window, saving Vincent's seats. I threw up outside of his car, with some of it possibly dribbling down the car door.
I felt a hand rub my back, "Scott? Are you okay?" I relaxed as he rubbed my back, it felt a lot better.
"Butterflies," I sputter out as I wipe my mouth with my sleeve.
He smirked, "And here you had me worried that I was that ugly."
"Don't make me puke on you."
He raised an eyebrow, "But are you okay?"
I grimace at the terrible bile taste in my mouth, "I'm fine, just butterflies and car sickness make me vomit. If I didn't have both, I wouldn't throw up."
The traffic light turned on and he sped down the road. He grinned, "Well, do you mind me playing doctor with you?"
"Vince. Why is your mind revolved in sex?" I asked, unamused.
"I cant help it when you're around~"
I was about to tell him he needed to get laid, but then that would mean... Yeah. I just sat there quietly, feeling awkward for thinking such a thought. I suddenly had a thought of him over me, breathing and growling sexy phrases. I felt heat raise to my face and I shook my head like it would throw away those thoughts.
"Uh Scott?"
"What!?" I yell, startled.
"We're here."
I opened my eyes and saw my house in front of the car. Sighing, I got out, thanking Vincent for the ride.
Suddenly, he turned off his engine and exited his red Acura. "I'm afraid I can't just let you walk right after you threw up! You'll only get nauseous!" He hustled over me.
I give him a funny look, "What do you- Uwah!" He sweeped me off my feet, hold my legs in one arm, and my torso with his other. Butterflies flew around my stomach again at the sudden motion, so I barried my face into Vince's chest, holding onto his shirt.
"Vince! This is embarrassing!" I complained.
He snickered teasingly, "You know you love it."
I kinda did. I mean, my nose was barried into his chest and I could smell his familiar scent. It smelled so nice that I didn't even want to leave. As he took me into the house, I found that I never really wanted to leave his chest. He was so warm, almost hot to the touch.
He set me down on the couch, then flopped down right next to me. I immediately scooted closer to him. I don't know why I was in such a cuddly mood, I just was. He looked a little surprised at my gesture, but wrapped an arm around me anyway. With him this close, his breathing and heart beat were easily heard. Another fantasy flashed through my head, but I shook it off, trying not to get so worked up. I can't be a pervert and expect this relationship to escalate so quickly.
With no words going between us, and after a long night at work, I quickly fell asleep on his warm body, the constant beating of his heart putting me at ease. Although he was a killer, I still felt safe with him. I'm not afraid anymore. Maybe it's because I knew he could kill a man for me, even if I didn't want him to. I guess me and him would have to work on that.
Vincent's POV
I twirled his hair with my fingers, his lockes of wavy hair were so cute when they bounced around. His light brown hair also smelled nicely of teatree shampoo. I've got to say, that's one of my favorite shampoo smells ever.
He fell asleep a while ago, so I was just taking in the details of his peaceful resting face. His cheeks were my favorite feature from him. His cheekbones were a little high up, but were well shaped. When he blushed, they would be the reddest part of his face, unless you count ears. Those things were cherry red. He had a somewhat ivory skin tone making me assume that he probably had some Western Asian in him. But everything else about him was just mixed.
Scott rustled a little bit, muttering something in his sleep. I couldn't help but to smile. He was adorable. What I didn't expect was the little whimper that came out of his lips. I raised an eyebrow. When I listened a little longer, and I found out they were sexual, a grin split my cheeks. No way was I going to wake him up from this. That would be just evil, wouldn't it? Besides, I wanted to hear what he was dreaming about.
Hey there! Scott is horny as fuck. Lol what amuses me is that it's like he's in heat or something, haha! Anyways, here's a chappie for you! I know it's not the best, but I'm having trouble with plot line. Maybe I should make one of them die for a plot twist XD I'm sure you would LOVE that. Haha!
Thanks and Bye!
