The Peacock And The Bee (Chloe Bourgeois × OC)

~12~

After that whole episode, I didn't want to go back home so I stayed there for the night with Rob while Adrien and Marinette decided to come back the next day. It felt only slightly awkward to stay over at the old man's place but still, it was nice, much cosier than my suite in the hotel. Master Fu had no other clothes for me to wear other than a pastel pink kimono. I wanted to ask him why he had one as I wore it but he started tearing up from the sight of it on me alone and I decided not to pry.

At night, Master Fu told us both a sweet Chinese love story over hot cups of tea and I went to sleep but as usual, I couldn't get myself to sleep so I got up and went to Rob's room. He was sleeping pretty soundly, looking adorable as usual and at that very moment, I facepalmed as I questioned my stupid feet for leading me there. I tried to be quiet as I left but I couldn't. Sneaking into someone's bed at one in the morning isn't exactly easy to be quiet about. He opened his eyes and gazed up at me, jumping.

"Hey, Chloe. You scared me a bit. You alright?" I hesitated before sitting beside him, running my hand through his hair. He shut his eyes and I rolled mine, chuckling softly.

"Tell me something about you, Robbie..." He let out a brief, nervous laugh, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me.

"Do I have to?"

"Well, no but I would love it if you did." He stared at me, his gaze drifting to the floor. I flinched, realising I was pushing him too far. He asked me the same question and I responded, I told him all my problems but I couldn't expect him to trust me so much that he would do the same.

"Monotonous voice, remember?" I whispered with a smile, ruffling his hair as I made to get up. He grabbed my hand and I shook my head, trying to pull away. "Dude, it's okay... You don't have to."

"I want to, though... Right." He cleared his throat and cracked his fingers, flexing them before saying, "I think I might have dyslexia. And... I'm an orphan, but you already knew that."

"Thank goodness I'm not the only abnormal one in this relationship," I mumbled with a smile after I had processed the information, a part of me craving his warmth. He shook his head, amused for some reason and I shrugged. "It's all just a part of who you are and-"

"Yeah, wait- I'm sorry, relationship?" He asked, wriggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, my cheeks slightly flushed.

"Don't get any ideas," I muttered half-heartedly as I stared at him. A part of me wanted him to have ideas, to encourage them, even. To have someone as amazing as Rob in a relationship with me, the idea alone was stupid, incomprehensible but I still wanted it. His brown hair and bright brown eyes, his nose and his dimple. I trailed my thumb over his freckles, both of us sitting cross-legged opposite each other with his entire body except his head under the blanket and absentmindedly whispered, "You're really beautiful."

"What?" I blushed, my eyes wide.

"Uh... did I say that out loud? What I meant to say was you have really nice hair... and brown eyes... and super cute dimples and freckles... Your whole face is adorable, don't even get me started on how fucking amazing you are... and... uh... what are you... doing, Rob?" He leaned closer to me, tilting his head sideways. My eyes widened, my heartbeat irregular as I gazed at him. He kept his eyes directly on mine, raising my chin so we kept eye contact when I tried to look away.

"Chloe..."

"Uh... I've gotta go-"

"I'm never letting you go." Then guess what happens next. I woke up. I wish. He kissed me briefly, his lips barely brushing against mine but I, being the desperate human being I was, pulled him closer, winding my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. We both pulled away, cheeks flaming red and I pushed him away, pressing a hand against my chest and hoping hard that he didn't know just how much it had affected me. Great! Confusing feelings.