That Mortician (Undertaker x Reader)

(Chap. 3) Why?

*Your Pov*
He looked...
"Great."

"You really think so, dear?"

My face was flushed. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, across my face, and to my ears.

"Y-Yeah. You look great. Those clothes look much better than that oversized robe."

He pouted.
"What's wrong with my robes? They're much more comfortable than this..."

I panicked.
"N-NOTHING! I just... think these clothing look nicer is all!"

He giggled.
"I was only teasing, dear. You look red as a tomato, are you feeling alright?"

It was only just now that I noticed his voice. Instead of being the higher pitched, giggly voice... it was much lower, very low pitched.
It only made my blush worsen.
"I'm, uh, fine. Just warm, is all."

He smirked.
Oh no.

Then the timer dinged, indicating that the cookies were done.
"Oh! The cookies... right, cookies, cookies, cookies."

I tried to distract myself from the Undertaker by getting the cookies out of the oven.
He looked amazing.
His silver hair tied back into a long, neat ponytail. His white shirt tight to his surprisingly toned torso. His pants hugging all the right places. And his eyes, oh, his eyes. Gleaming emeralds sparkling in the dim light.

But enough of that. The cookies need to be dealt with.
After taking them out, I turned back around to look at Undertaker.

But, to my surprise, he wasn't there.

"Hmmm~~? What's this?"
I heard Undertaker behind me as I felt one of his long nails pull up the bottom of my top which had already been pulled up from me bending over to pull out the cookies.

"Oh dear!"
I immediately pushed his hand away and slapped my hand over my mark, which had been revealed.
"STUPID REAPER! KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF!!"

He started giggling as I turned around to face him.
"I'm sorry, dear. But it's hard to resist. You are a beautiful young demon after all."

I growled.
"HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HANDS UPON DAMIEN'S DAUGHTER!" He began walking closer and closer till he had backed me into a corner. "YOU DARE... defy.. me...?"
The last part came out more of a question, seeing as how the Undertaker had backed me into a corner.

"Defy you? I wouldn't think of such a thing!"
He feigned hurt, closing both of his eyes, being dramatic. He then popped one eye open and grinned at me.
"By the way... the name's Adrian, dear. Adrian Crevan."
He stuck out his hand and offered it to me.

I reluctantly took it.
"Uh... nice to.... meet you?"

He chuckled.
How that laughter could make me melt.
Wait! No! What am I thinking??
A shinigami and a demon can't be together!
Ugh, I'm so stupid.

I had only then noticed a hand waving in front of my face.
"Dear? Are you alright? You seemed to have zoned out..."

I was drawn into reality once again.
"I'm sorry. I hadn't realized. What did you say?"

"I was saying that I don't believe your so-called master is coming back. I was asking if you like to stay the night in the guest room? Clothes and necessities will be provided."

Stay the... night? No, I can't. I'd be creeping on him. It's obvious I'm attracted to him. I can't stay the night. No way in hell and heaven.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt."

DAMMIT (Y/N)! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY NO!
I internally groaned at myself.

Underta-- Adrian, began leading me back to the guest room I was in earlier.
He opened the door for me.
"If you need anything, and I mean anything, just ask."
He then smirked before closing the door and leaving to his chambers.

I quickly took off my skirt and top, leaving me in the lacy undergarments Adrian had given me.

I was searching through the wardrobe for a nightgown when I heard something creak.
Thinking nothing of it, I continued my search for the nightwear.

Finally finding it, I did a little happy dance and turned around to close to wardrobe and change.
What I saw was nothing short of a surprise.

There was Adrian.
His face a vibrant shade of red and a small amount of blood running from his nose.

It took me a minute to process what was happening. Why was Adrian in here??
Oh no...
The creak.
It was Adrian walking into the room.

I pulled the nightgown against me, quickly covering my exposed form.

"What are you doing?!"

Adrian began scrambling around and quickly covered his face.
"I-I'M SO SORRY! I meant to come in here to tell you where the nightgowns are but then I saw you and I couldn't look away! Man's instinct! I'm so sorry, please forgive me!"
He bowed quickly. So quickly, he almost fell.

Well, there's no  point in hiding now. He's already seen everything.
I sighed, dropping the nightgown onto the floor.
"Adrian... come here. Let's get you cleaned up."

"B-But! You aren't wearing proper clothes!"

"You've already seen it, it doesn't matter now. Now come here."
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet.

"Sit."
I said it sternly, pointing at the closed toilet seat.

He complied, still covering his face with his hand.

I cleared my throat.
"Adrian, I need you to move your hand so I can get to your nose."

I grabbed a rag and put it under some cold water. I then grabbed his hand, gently pulling it away from his face. I began dabbing the rag under his nose where the, now dried, blood was.
His eyes were clamped shut tightly.

I giggled at his childish behavior.
"You can open your eyes, Adrian."

He complied once again. But he looked everywhere but at me.

I giggled again.
"Adrian, you can look. I'd actually be quite offended if you didn't."

He did as told and looked at my eyes then his eyes immediately went to my bust, which was very close to his face.

His eyes widened and his face flushed fiercely. A new drop of blood trailing it was down. He averted his eyes from my breasts and started shaking slightly.

"Adrian, are you ok?"

He nodded quickly. Then his breaths became ragged and quick. His shaking hands went to his face, as he tried to cover his increasingly reddened face.

Then his eyes rolled back his head falling back, almost hitting the wall.

"ADRIAN!"