Jonathan X Reader

Spaghetti

Jonathan took you home, and you walked in with your jacket pulled tight around your shoulders.

Now that you thought about it, "Jonathan?" You asked as you set your keys down on the table and tossed your jacket onto the back of a chair.

"What?" His black eyes moved away from your window beside your couch, to you standing near the table.

"I was just wondering why my clothes didn't burn like they did last time." You looked down your body at the clothes you wore as you wondered this.

"Oh well since last time they burned off I simply asked Ramad to put a fire retardant spell on them so that they wouldn't burn when you flipped out." He sat down on the couch.

You strode over to the couch ,bare foot because you took off those ghastly high heels, and sat right next to him. One thing separated you from him and that was about two inches of space.

"How did you know that I would freak out?" You cocked your head to the side and looked at him. "You barley know me."

"Oh but I do, Y/N." His head hung low with guilt. "When I was hired to kill you, I also had to know everything about you in order to know your daily routine."

You fumed at this but you let him go on.

"Yes I know that pretty bad, and I was going to kill you." He paused and took a deep breath. "I've killed a lot of people, and it doesn't phase me, but after you attacked me and then got knocked out. I couldn't even think about it."

"Well that's a good thing right?" You put your hand on his arm in comfort, "it means you have a conscience."

"But that's the thing Y/N, I don't have a conscience." He shook his head. "I was born without it, I've never felt bad about anything I've done. That's why the people who wanted you dead hired me."

"Who wanted me dead?" You tried to contain your curiosity but you couldn't. This could help you find out 

"I have no idea this guy in all black gave me an address, a name, and a picture. He said that if I completed the job to meet him." He shrugged this off like it was nothing. But it wasn't nothing, it could be everything.

"Where would you even meet him?" You scoffed, thinking it sounded sarcastic.

"I don't know." He shook his head. "He said he'd contact me once I had killed you but I haven't so I won't be contacted."

"Oh." Your heart sunk a little but it definitely won't stop you from continuing your search. In the morning. So you changed the subject. "So do you want some dinner? I make an amazing spaghetti."

"Well sure but there's no way you could beat my spaghetti." He smirked and stood up. "I was trained by a famous Italian chef, can't tell you who though because he doesn't want his identity revealed."

"Mmhmm well my mother made the world's best spaghetti, and I have her recipe." You pulled out the pots and started up the stove.

"Really?" He pulled the noodles and the sauce out of the other cabinet. "Let's me see it." He set them down on the counter right next to you.

"Can't, it's not on paper." You filled the pot with water and set it on the stove to boil. "It's in my mind" You tapped your temple.

"Hmm then how should I get it out of you?" He thought out loud. "I obviously can't pull it out of your brain by hand. That would be messy." He chucked.

And so did you. "Well that's true, it's locked up tight. But it's obviously all in the sauce. Which was pre-made and kept in this jar just a couple months ago." You shook the big jar of pasta sauce in front of his face before you poured it into the pot to warm it up.

"So what your saying is that I'll never know this recipe?" You nodded at his words. "Hmm, I'll find out someway."

You raised your eye brows  at this statement. "And how do you think you'll do that?"

"Can't tell you it's a secret" He put his finger to his lips.

You shook your head as he took off his jacket and threw it on the couch so he could boil the noodles for you.

He worked on one side of the stove while you stirred the sauce on the other and in about ten minutes the sauce and the noodles were ready.

You guys both sat down at your table him in the seat pretty much right next to you as you dug into the spaghetti. It was a full five minutes before either of you said a word. And the first word was....

"Wow this is amazing I have not lost my touch." You mumbled with your mouth still half full of spaghetti.

"Wow, your manners are equally amazing." His voice was laced with sarcasm. "But yes your spaghetti was amazing." He said this as he put both of your plates in the sink.

"I know you just can't deny my skills." You plopped down on the couch laying your long legs across the table.

"But how was it so amazing?" He sat next to you. "What's your secret? Tell me or I'll have to use my secret weapon."

"And what secret weapon would that be?" You turned to face him, his black pupils stared into your E/C eyes.

"You left me no choice Y/N." He put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"What-" You studdered and stammered. "Jonathan, what are you doing?"

"You'll see." He mumbled. He pulled you so close to where your lips were just about to touch when, he tickled you.

A scream left your body and you couldn't stop laughing. You kicked and punched at him but he wouldn't stop.

"Stop please Jonathan!" You said between laughs. "I'll... tell you!" This made him stop.

You leaned in really close to him ear, you could feel him tense beside you as you whispered. "Not on your life Jonny boy." You jumped up and ran across the room with him chasing you.

"Awww come on Y/N," He whined. "Maybe you could teach me how to make the spaghetti like you."

"Ok maybe someday." You walked closer to him. "Truce?" You held out your hand for him to shake.

"Sure." He took your hand and shook it. Right before yanking you down to the floor where you fell on top of him. He rolled so that he was on top. "Just kidding." He whispered softly.

"Alright I'll tell you." You smiled a genuine smile up at the man who tried to kill you.

He smiled too. The first smile you've seen. He's famous for his smirks, but never his smiles. He's changed a lot to you in just a few days.

He stared into your eyes before they shifted down to your lips for the smallest of seconds you barley thought that it was real.

But it was. Jonathan slowly brought his lips to yours and when they met it was like your fire exploded in your body. But in a good way. It was warmth, not heat. A soft white glow filled the room as Jonathan moved his lips against yours. You've never felt this with anyone before. Jonathan caused you to feel light and amazing. As if you could do anything.

And it was a feeling you never wanted to lose.