Saving Grace (707XReader)

Accidents Happen

    She locked her phone and put it on the counter, trying very, very hard not to laugh too loudly in Seven's ear. Seven looked at her as he let go of one of her legs and reached to turn on the stove.
    "You know, when he gets here, he's going to freak if you're still on my back," he said.
    _____ lunged over his shoulder and grabbed the handle of the pan. "He already thinks you're doing something untoward to me," she laughed and then hopped off his back.
    "Hey! Give that back!" he shouted.
    _____ ran out of the kitchen with the pan of chips, being mindful not to spill them all over her floor. "You'll have to catch me first!"
    "Careful what you wish for!" he said and chased after her.
    She shrieked with laughter and ran towards the couch. He followed her and they ran circles around it before _____ jumped up on the edge and held the pan high above her head. She grinned down at him.
    "You really think that's going to stop me?" Seven said just before he tackled her back on the bed.
    She landed on her back, her head landing safely on the pillows. The pan flipped and she lost the chips on the floor but she kept ahold of the handle. Seven landed on top of her, his arms around her waist. He looked down at her, a ghost of the smile on his face from laughing, and their eyes met. Her breath caught in her throat and she just stared at him. She was hyper aware of him on her. Every nerve was on fire and it was nearly maddening. She thought this felt good. She liked the feeling of having him on top of her like this, his weight comforting to her.
    Seven's brain was absolute mush. His hands itched to feel every part of her and he was glad that they were between her and the bed because it would take extra effort to move them. He started to lean in, all thoughts of restraint flying out of his mind. She didn't seem to mind that his face was nearing hers, and if anything, she was almost sort of welcoming it. Her eyes fluttered closed, she tilted her head ever so slightly, and just as his lips touched hers, and they were gone, completely lost in the sensation. She let go of the pan and wrapped her arms around his neck. One of his hands moved to her cheek and he rolled over onto his side, taking her with him.
    Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pressed herself closer to him. His other hand made its way lower than where it was and he pulled her even closer to him. He wanted everything he could get, the dam broke on his restraint and, as long as she was willing, he would do what he could. His hand on her cheek moved to the back of her head and he grabbed a fist full of her hair before he tilted her head back. His mouth moved from hers and down her neck and he smiled at the cute little sound she made. He was about to move back to her lips, feel her more, take everything in, when the door was thrown open.
    They jerked apart quickly, faces red with dark blushes and they looked up to see Zen standing in the doorway. His eyes widened to saucers and he stared at the two of them. _____ coughed and stood up, grabbing the pan and started to pick up the chips, not looking at Seven or Zen. Seven sat up and crossed his, looking up at the other man. He grinned sheepishly.
    "Heya, Zen, fancy seeing you here," he said, the awkward atmosphere taking its toll on his ability to play things off.
    Zen let go of the door and let it close behind him and he looked between Seven and _____ who was awkwardly picking up chips and putting them back in the pan. "I'll go make some tea," she said and then disappeared into the kitchen.
    "Seven," Zen said, sounding a lot calmer then he looked and started walking towards him.
    Seven raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. "What?"
    Zen reached out and grabbed Seven by the collar of his shirt and nearly lifted him off the ground. "What. Are. You. Doing?" he said, emphasizing every word as he glared.
    Seven's curious look turned cold as he frowned. "You wouldn't be ready to believe me even if I did tell you the truth," he said and grabbed Zen's wrist, successfully detaching Zen's hand from his shirt.
    "Try me," Zen said and straightened up, crossing his arms.
    "_____ and I went out for a walk, when we got back, I was making jokes about making dinner. She tried to stop me, one thing led to another, she called you. We were having a good laugh and well, things just got a little too carried away," Seven said and shrugged. "It was harmless."
    Zen snorted. "There is nothing harmless about making out with a broken woman."
    "I am not broken," _____ said, standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a tray of tea cups and a pot. "Zen, while I appreciate your protectiveness, whether or not it's a little unwarranted, what happened just now is between Seven and I. It was an accident. I'm sorry you had to walk in on it."
    Seven's face darkened ever so slightly, but he looked at Zen. "She does have a point you know."
    Zen frowned but sighed. "All right, fine. You are both two consenting adults," he said. "I still think it's a bad idea. Especially now. It's only been a month, _____. You need more time."
    "I know that. And like I said, what happened just now," _____ sighed. "Seven and I will be talking about it. Just not now. Not while you're here."
    "Speaking of, Zen," Seven said and shot _____ a dark smirk. "I think there's someone here who would just looove to meet you."
    "Seven, no don't," _____ said, but she was grinning.
    Seven snickered and stood up off the couch and left the room, looking for Honey. _____ sighed with a smile and shook her head before offering Zen up a cup of tea. He gratefully took it and took a sip of it.
    "You know his feelings towards you, right?" Zen asked in a low voice.
    "Even if I didn't before, I know now..." she sighed.
    He sighed as well. "I know I probably shouldn't say this right now, but don't hurt him. I don't want either of you getting hurt because you jumped into something too quickly."
    "That's the last thing I want to do to him," she said. "I care about him, a lot. I don't know if its love or something else, but I want to find out. I just... I know I need more time, I..."
    Zen put a hand on her shoulder lightly. "It's okay to want something, but if it's something like this after what happened to you, I think you should take a little more time and really think."
    "You make it sound so easy. If I start thinking, I freak out. I get panicky. If I think about starting something with Seven, I start worrying about what could happen. Will I get hurt again? Will I hurt him? What kind of mistakes will I make? Will I ruin everything?" Zen squeezed her shoulder lightly and she stopped before she could start going around in circles.
    "If you're thinking things like that, then maybe you aren't ready yet. And you should talk to Seven about this. Maybe not tonight or even tomorrow. But before the two of you decide to start something, you know? As much as I would hate to see the two of you getting hurt, this is between the two of you."
    "You're being really mature about this," _____ noted. "I honestly thought I would be cleaning up blood and patching Seven up when you first came in."
    Zen closed his eyes and gave her a tight smile, like he was trying to hold something back. "Oh believe me, I wanted to. I still do, but a lady like you shouldn't be exposed to violence in your own home."
    "Hey, Zen!" came Seven's voice from around the corner. He appeared near the wall, a devilish grin on his face. "Catch!" he said just before he lobbed something at Zen.
    Zen blinked. "H-huh?" he said but held his arms out to catch what Seven threw at him.
    He caught it and opened up his hands to see what it was. Honey stared up at him wide eyed, looking a little terrified after being thrown across the room. He meowed a bit and Zen jumped nearly three feet in the air before handing Honey off to _____.
    "I changed my mind," he said, sounding like he was about to sneeze. "He's going to die today."
    _____ couldn't help but giggle as she watched Zen run after Seven and chase him around the house. She just watched, putting the tray of tea down on the dining room table and pet her cat, trying to calm him down a bit. She would also need talk to Seven about throwing Honey.

    "So did we learn something today?" _____ asked as she passed out plates of food.
    Zen popped a couple allergy pills, chasing it down with some water. "Seven is stronger than he looks?"
    "Don't throw cats?" Seven asked, holding a bag of ice to the back of his head.
    _____ couldn't help but grin at the two boys at the dinner table. "Boys," she sighed and sat down.