Fandom x Reader OTP Challenge

Day 25: Gazing Into Each Other's Eyes - Blaine

Day 25: Gazing Into Each Other's Eyes – Blaine DeBeers
A/N: No one claimed it so I thought I'd take it with a character I haven't written for. That being said, I apologize if his character is off. I'm in love with iZombie so I hope it's alright.

The first thing that attracted you to this mystery man Blaine was his eyes. They were a bright blue that sparkled when he laughed and darkened when he was being serious. You didn't know anything about him, but you could get lost in those eyes.
You had been a sorority sister of Liv Moore and Peyton Charles. You'd been friends since then. You had your own studio apartment down the street from the one they shared, and you often visited Liv at work. You became great friends with Ravi as well, and you were very interested when a tall, lean, blond man came into the morgue one day.

You were bringing lunch to the medical examining duo. You even remembered the hot sauce for Liv, though you didn't understand her sudden fascination with it. You had a strong stomach, so hopped on a stool and munched on the teriyaki chicken you'd bought yourself while you watched Liv and Ravi get to work on a new Jane Doe.
"Knock, knock," came a smooth voice from the entryway. You turned with curiosity in your eyes. That didn't sound like Clive.
And it certainly didn't look like Clive. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw a handsome man with pale blond hair standing at the top of the stairs.
"Liv Moore?" he asked hopefully.
"Is he the...?" Ravi inquired, looking at Liv, who nodded quickly. You quirked a brow. Secretive, much?
"This is Blaine," Liv introduced, momentarily forgetting you were there. But Blaine seemed more interested in you than in whatever had brought him to the morgue in the first place.
"Who's this?" he asked, approaching you.
You offered a hand. "(y/n). Friend of Liv's."
"I didn't know Liv had such pretty friends," he replied with a smile that made your legs turn to jelly. You couldn't help but stare into those baby blue orbs, falling under their spell.
"That's not why you're here," Liv reminded. You bit back a disappointed sigh when Blaine released your hand and turned away, walking over to Liv. He sat down in the chair she was standing by and held out his arm. You watched curiously as Liv tied a rubber strip around his tricep and prepared a needle. What did they need his blood for?
Blaine caught your adorable head tilt and smiled innocently. "Incurable disease. Your friends think they can fix it."
Your heart fell. He had an incurable disease? Was it terminal? Liv glanced at you and seemed to disapprove of your interest in the blond she was currently drawing blood from. You wondered why she seemed to dislike him so badly. You didn't see anything wrong with him, but maybe that was because you were immediately attracted to him.
After Liv untied the band- you noticed she didn't bandage his arm, but he pulled down his sleeve before you could wonder about it- Blaine approached you again. You could see Liv sending you concerned glances, but you ignored her.
Blaine was smiling at you, an act that made his eyes sparkle like water in the sunshine. "You wanna go out sometime? Dinner, tonight, my place?"
You were stunned but recovered quickly. "Sounds good."
He held out his phone for you to enter your number. You complied quickly and handed the phone back to him.
"I'll pick you up tonight," he said before turning to leave. He bid Liv and Ravi goodbye before sauntering out of the ME's office.
The smile on your lips dropped when you saw Liv staring at you. "What's your deal?" you asked. "You became instant sour puss when he came in. What did he do?"
Knowing she couldn't tell you, the blonde turned away. You let out a sigh and hopped off the stool, turning to leave. You didn't offer a "goodbye" to either of them as you ascended the stairs and headed out of the building.

Later that night, after a few exchanged texts regarding where you lived and what time you would be ready, Blaine picked you up at your apartment. You dressed casually in a button-down blouse tucked into dark wash skinny jeans and a pair of high-heeled ankle boots. It was a warm night, so you didn't bother with a jacket. Plus, if you got cold, maybe Blaine would lend you his.
He drove you back to his place in a comfortable silence. You expected it to be awkward, but being along with him felt completely normal. Once at his apartment, he led you inside and gave you a small tour before heading into the kitchen. You were pleasantly surprised to learn he could cook. Of course, he had invited you over for dinner, but he never said where dinner was coming from. He could have meant ordering in or having a friend bring something by.
After dinner, you ended up watching a movie on the couch. He didn't even bother faking a yawn, deciding to just drape an arm around your shoulders and see if you protested. He smiled when you snuggled into his side.
You looked up at him, much more interested in his face than the movie. Your gaze found his eyes, which kept darting between you and the screen as though he were internally debating with himself. You could see light reflecting in those pools of azure, and you wondered what they saw when they looked at you.
He turned his head and caught your gaze, but you weren't embarrassed. He leaned in and rested his forehead on yours, giving you the perfect view of his sky blue eyes. You nibbled your lower lip, resisting the urge to lean in and peck his lips. He seemed to read your mind, closing his eyes and tilting his head. A sigh escaped you as his soft lips molded against yours. His skin had a coldness to it that gave you pleasant goosebumps. You secured your arms around his neck and his wrapped around your back, pulling your chest against his. Before too long, articles of clothing were discarded and thrown aimlessly around the room, your lips only parting when absolutely necessary.

A couple of hours later, you lie in his bed, both of you on your sides, facing each other. You had never been so comfortable being completely naked with someone in your life. A feather comforter was draped over the both of you, warming you while the coldness of his skin kept your arousal coming back.
You stared up at him, getting lost in those icy orbs once more. He smiled at you, admiring your own (e/c) eyes. He kissed you sweetly before resting his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes without a single word. You quickly decided you could get used to this – lying naked in bed with an equally naked Blaine, gazing into each other's eyes until you fell asleep in his arms.