Rest Now: A Wilford Warfstache X Reader (Complete)

Chapter Six

(Y/N) Point of View:
After we ate breakfast, I got ready for the day. It was the weekend, which meant cleaning the house. After dressing in ripped, denim shorts, and a white tank top, I started preparing. I cleaned my room first, dusting, vacuuming, and doing laundry, then moved to the bathroom, where I cleaned the shower, tub, floor, sink, etc.
When I went out to the livingroom, I found Wilford sitting on the couch, reading a book.
I scowled at him. "Hey. Get in the shower, then help me."
He looked up and frowned. "Why should I?"
"One, you smell. Two, you obviously not a guest here anymore, so might as well help me clean," I started going into the kitchen. "You can start with your room when your done showering."
I heard him mumble something under his breath, then close the book. After a second, he got up, then left, hopefully to shower. I shook my head, then started cleaning the kitchen.

Wilford's Point of View:
I grumbled, getting out of the shower. I didn't smell that bad, did I? I dried off, then wrapped my towel around my body, and went to my room. While (Y/N) was at college, I had snuck back into Mark's house to grab my clothes and stuff. It seemed like Dark had done the same.
With a small sigh, I dressed in my cream button down, tan slacks, and black overalls. I rolled my sleeves up, then brushed my hair to the side with my fingers. Going out into the kitchen, I found (Y/N) finishing up the kitchen.
She had her back to me, cleaning the stove top. My eyes strayed from her silky, (H/C) hair down to her torso. I stopped myself before I could go any further. Damn it! Why does my heart have to beat faster when I see her?
The explanation for love online was varied. 'It depends on the person', one site had said. 'Some feel weakness when they see the one they love. Some sweat, some have fatser heart rates. Some just know.'
I had growled when I saw that. That doesn't help!
I turned my attention back to (Y/N), and watched her work. She mumbled something, then scrubbed the stove top harder.
"Damn, food! Sticks to everything!"
I stifled a chuckle, then quietly approached her from behind. Maybe I should make a move... Reaching out, I plucked the scrubby from her hand, and trapped her. She gasped, and turned to face me as best as she could, a blush on her cheeks.
Pressing my body closer, I started to scrub the spot where some leftover food was stuck.
"W-Wilford? What are y-you doing?"
I smirked. Play it cool, Wilford. Play it cool. "It looked like you needed some help."
He blush deepened. "Um, thanks, but-!"
"Did you not want me to help?" I looked down at her and stopped.
"N-no," he face turned red, and resisted the urge to laugh at her cuteness. "No, it's fine. Go ahead," she turned around and watched me clean the stove top.
I tried to keep all of my focus on cleaning the stove, but with her so close... Damn it! Why did I think this was a good idea?!
Her body was soft, and had perfect curves. She shoulders reached my upper chest. I hadn't realized that she was so short. She smelled slightly of flowers, and... vanilla? It was a strange combination, but it was pleasant.
"Um, Wilford?"
I blinked. "Yes?"
She turned her (E/C) eyes to me. "You can move away now."
I looked down and realized that I had stopped. "Oh," I backed up, and put the scrubby in the sink. "Sorry."
A blush still powdered her face. "It's fine. Um. Do you need help with your room?"
"Sure."