Saving Grace (707XReader)

Kitty Therapy

    Seven woke up with his arms around something warm, slightly squishy and strangely human feeling. He yawned and blinked open his eyes and looked to see what he was holding. _____ looked up at him (e/c) eyes meeting his golden ones. Her face was red, but she was smiling up at him. He found himself smiling back at her before he realized something important.
    "Holy—" he quickly let go of her and jerked back, only to fall off the bed.
    _____ got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the edge, looking over at him. "Morning," she said, trying to suppress a giggle, as he reached up to get his glasses.
    "Why didn't you wake me?" he asked.
    "You looked so peaceful and I felt bad for waking you up in the middle of the night," she said and reached down.
    He took her hand and sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "You could have woken me," he sighed.
    "Sorry," she said and sat down normally. "If there's a next time, I'll wake you up. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
    Seven sighed and sat on the bed next to her. "I'm not angry and I wasn't... uncomfortable," he said and put a hand on her back gently. "It... I just... I don't want to overstep my boundaries while you're healing," he explained. "I don't want to stunt your healing by accidentally putting ideas in your head."
    She nodded and leaned against him. "I know what you mean, Seven," she said. "Don't worry. I'm not exactly thinking about jumping back into the dating scene right now, anyway," she smirked up at him. "Much less with you. You're like a brother."
    Ouch. He chuckled a bit and gave her a smile that didn't exactly meet his eyes. "Yeah, and you're like a sister," he nudged her head with his chin lightly before he stood up and grabbed a shirt, slipping it on. "So breakfast? You need to eat."
    _____ nodded. "Yeah. Breakfast is probably a good idea." She got up and walked into the kitchen and Seven followed behind her. "I know for a fact that we have poptarts and waffles. I haven't gone to the store recently so... that's all I got."
    "Poptarts it is, then," Seven said.
    _____ handed him a box of strawberry poptarts and she grabbed a couple Eggo waffles and put them in the toaster. "I'll probably make a list and head to the store today while you're working. So if there's anything you want me to pick up, write it down."
    There was that domestic feeling again. And he could still feel the warmth from her body on his. God damn it. "All right. When do you plan on going then?"
    "Around lunch time so we have food to eat," she said.
    "All right. Then I'll hop in the shower and think of some things to add to the list," he said and disappeared into the bathroom.
    _____ sighed and face palmed. He was acting weird now. He didn't even finish his poptarts. She shouldn't have said that thing about him being a brother. People don't flirt with their brothers, playfully or not. Surely Seven understood that, right? Seven was a friend, a very good friend. Possibly more than that if she had met him first or if she was ready to enter another committed relationship. Right now... she was torn. She wanted to get back with her boyfriend, but another part of her wanted to try again with Seven because Seven hasn't done anything to betray her trust. But she had so many memories with her old boyfriend that she wanted to get back.
    She sighed and ran her hands through his hair. She should talk to Seven about how she felt. But he was in the shower and she wasn't sure exactly how she would be able to talk to him about this without giving him any wrong ideas. There was that promise she made to him the day before, too. She said she would talk to him about what she was feeling when she was feeling it. So... she sighed. When he got out of the shower, she would talk to him.
    For now, she would just work on making a list of things to get while she was at the store. She pulled out a pad of paper and started the list. That's how Seven found her when he got out of the shower, his hair wet and a towel draped around his shoulders. He was dressed in the clothes he slept in. _____ looked up at him when she saw him.
    "Can I talk to you?" she asked.
    "Uh oh, this can never be good," he joked and smiled at her. "Of course, what's on your mind?"
    "About before. What I said," she said and put down her pencil.
    "What about it? You don't have to explain anything to me," he said and took the pencil and wrote down a few things of his own on her list. "You think of me as a brother, I know that."
    "That's... that's just it," she said. "You're not a brother. You know how we talked on the chat. People who think of each other as siblings don't talk to each other the way we do."
    "What are you saying?" he asked.
    "I'm saying that you're more than a brother and more than just a friend," she said. "But... I'm not... I can't..."
    Seven smiled softly at her. "I know what you mean. I came here to help you heal, not pressure you into a relationship with me when you just had your heart shattered. I know better. You need to feel comfortable as yourself again before you go out with someone else. So you don't need to worry about me making any moves on you," he assured and ruffled her hair. "Not until you're ready at least."
    _____ grinned and nudged him lightly. "Thank you, Seven," she smiled at him.
    "Still, you should expect some affection from me. It actually helps, believe it or not," he said as he gently kissed the side of her head. "And no thanks necessary," he said and then walked over to where he set up his hacking equipment. "I'm going to get some work done so if you want to go shopping you should probably go now. I won't be very good company for a while."
    _____ nodded. "All right. I'll be back in a while."
    "Be safe. Call when you get back and I'll help you with the grocery bags," Seven said as he booted up his computer.
    "I will," she said as she walked out of the apartment and down the stairs.
    Seven waited for a while after she left before he changed into his clothes and slipped on his shoes. There was something he needed to get while she was gone. Once he was dressed, he pulled on his sweater before he, too, left the apartment.
* * *
    Seven's phone started ringing and he picked it up, still typing with one hand. "Hello?"
    "I'm back. There are a lot of bags," she said.
    "I'll be right down," he said and hung up the phone.
    He closed his computer. Didn't want anything... ahem... typing anything incomprehensible in his code. He walked down the stairs and he saw _____ standing in the back lot by her car. She smiled at him when he came downstairs and handed off an armful of bags.
    "You take those, I'll grab the rest," she said.
    Seven nodded and held the door for her as she grabbed the rest of the bags from the car. When she got inside, the two of them walked to the elevator and waited.
    "So how was your shopping trip?" Seven asked.
    She shrugged. "Just a shopping trip. I um... I saw him there shopping at the first store, so I um... went somewhere else."
    Seven frowned and walked into the elevator. "I'm sorry. I should have gone with you."
    She shook her head. "It's not a big deal. I just..." she shrugged again. "It's still hard."
    "I know. I'm here to try to stop the hurt," he said as she pushed the button to her floor. "Speak of, I got you something."
    "Huh? What?" she asked.
    He snickered. "It's a surprise. But I'm sure it'll help."
    She frowned. "If there is some sort of pun set up in my house, I'm going to Zen," she said.
    He chuckled. "No pun is set up in your apartment. You'll need to be married to me first before I get to that level of stupid. I don't have enough EXP yet. And you wouldn't be able to run away so easily then," he joked.
    She found herself laughing at him. "I thought you were already at that level of stupid."
    He gasped, clutching at his heart. "You wound me." He said and stepped out of the elevator when it reached her floor.
    She walked to the door and opened it and he walked inside. She closed it behind her and they put the grocery bags on the counter. "So this surprise?"
    Seven smirked. "Let me go find him," he said.
    She blinked. "Um, him?" she asked.
    He just snickered and then started looking around the apartment. It was orange, white, and light grey so how hard could it be to find it? _____ started to unpack the groceries as Seven searched and she was nearly done before he came back. He walked back into the kitchen with his hands behind his back.
    "All right. Close your eyes," he said.
    "I'm scared, Seven, can't you just tell me what it is?" she asked.
    He shook his head. "Just close your eyes and trust me."
    She sighed but did as he said. He smiled and then brought his hands and her surprise in front of him and held it in his palms. "All right, open them."
    When she opened her eyes, she saw him standing in front of him with his hands out, smiling at her. In his hands she saw the most adorable Calico kitten in his hands. Its eyes were the same color as Seven's and she seriously thought she was in love. She reached up and took the tiny kitten in her hands, smiling widely.
    "Oh my god. Seven! He's so adorable!" she said and nuzzled the kittens head. "But you didn't have to do this."
    He shrugged. "I always wanted a cat and you mentioned something about kitten therapy being something you wouldn't pass up. Since I can't have a cat at home, I thought I could get you one and we could raise it."
    "Seven..." she said and looked up at him. "I don't... I don't know what to say."
    He smiled at her. "You don't need to thank me," he said. "Especially because when you are feeling better, I'll be coming over a lot to come and see him." He smirked. "So you'll probably get real sick of me real fast."
    _____ giggled a bit. "I don't think that'll happen. But seriously, thank you so much," she said and walked over to the couch bed.
    She sat down on it and put the kitten on the mattress and started playing with him. It mostly consisted of _____ holding her hand out and letting her kitten hang around on her arm and nip at her hand. She giggled, looking at the cat with a smile.
    "What should we name him?" she asked.
    Seven walked up behind her and looked at the cat. "That's a tricky question. Ask me again in an hour," he joked. "I'll look at cat names and get a list of names I think would fit."
    She rolled her eyes. "No list necessary, Jumin. Just one name would be fine," she said.
    "Then I'll come back with one name," he said and walked over to his set up. "I have to get this job done so call me when there's food."
    "Will do!"