I Digg You (Daveed Diggs X Reader)

Chapter 5

 "Do you have any blankets or pillows?" Daveed asked and I looked at him quizzically. "You know, for the couch."

"Daveed! I am not letting you sleep on that thing. It's so uncomfortable."

"I'll be fine."

"It's from the 80's and your legs would be hanging off the edge. You could sleep in my bed." I instantly regretted saying as I saw the blush creep on his face. "Oh! I-I mean if you want. You know, I'll just go get the blankets." I turned away flustered and red hot.

He gently grabbed my wrist and blurted, "No!...I um...The bed is fine." He smiled.

I nodded my head and turned away blushing once more. He followed me to the room and I let him get situated. I cleaned up in the bathroom and changed into some shorts and an oversized sweater... Daveed was already shirtless and sitting on the bed. My breath got caught in my throat at the sight of this beautiful man shirtless. His muscular body was perfectly chiseled like a marble sculpture by Michelangelo. His hair was put up into a ponytail and his torso gently rose with every breath he took.

"Are you tired?", I asked.

"Jeez Y/n, you can't sneak up on me like that.", He jumped startled.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. What do you want to do? Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I just want to move on."

"But shouldn't you like go to the hospital or something? Don't they have tests that can get evidence? And I thought you were the med student."

"I just want this to go away. That wasn't the Rick I knew. Besides, it will get messy and lawyers will get involved. I don't even have the money or time for that."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." I could tell Daveed was upset by this response but he quickly hid his reaction by asking what else I wanted to do.

"What should we do now?"

"Daveed, I can see the bags under your eyes. Let's go to bed."

"Alright." We laid down next to each other. We were stiff and awkward. We've cuddled before, but now this is different. Now there are feelings involved and we can both feel them. After lying stiffly for 5 minutes, I begin to drift off.

*Daveed's POV*

Y/n fell asleep soon after we lied down. In her sleep, she shifted over and faced me. I stared at her face trying to memorize every feature as if she's going to disappear any moment. Her breathing was steady and her chest rose and fell effortlessly. Her lips looked soft and inviting. The moonlight slipping through the curtains highlighted her every feature. The slight freckles that were scattered amongst her face were more prominent and the scar on her forehead stood out. She calls all these things imperfections and trouble areas, but to me, every inch of her is perfect.

As I am studying her face, Y/n unconsciously moves beside me, places her hand on my chest, and her leg on my thigh.(The position that almost every girl sleeps in) I freeze at this sudden contact with the girl of my dreams. She isn't even aware of what she is doing to me right now. I wrap an arm around her waist to make sure she's as comfortable as possible. I kiss the top of her head and whisper, "I love you, Y/n." I think I saw a slight smile.

The next morning

I'm up before Y/n so I try to escape her grip and make breakfast. Every time I sat up, she would pull me back down and resume her sleeping position. This went on for about 20 minutes until she finally woke up.

"Good morning sleeping beauty.", I chuckled as she rubbed her eyes.

"Morning", she said groggily. Y/n took a few seconds to fully wake up and then realized she was practically sleeping on top of me. She quickly rolled off and sat up on the bed. She looked embarrassed and her cheeks grew red.

"I was planning on making breakfast, what would you like?"

"Pancakes? Oooo, let's make them together!"

"Alright", I chuckled. We both got up and walked into the kitchen. She got out the mix, bowls, and spoons. I started getting more ingredients that she forgot about and set them on the table. The pancake batter was almost done when I realized Y/n was standing in the corner the entire time. "Hey, you good?"

"Um not really." She replied and scratched the back of the back of her head.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask her worriedly.

"I uh, never really learned to cook. I always just order take out."

"Oh gosh, you scared me for a second. I thought you had like 2 days to live or something like that." I chuckled. "Come here, I'll teach you." A smile grew on her face and she walked right over.

"Okay so now that we have the batter made, put a pan on the stove and set the fire for medium. Also, put some butter on the pan." Y/n quickly got to work following each step painfully slow. When she was done, I instructed her to pour small amounts of the batter into the pan. She picked up the bowl and carefully held it over the pan. Y/n tipped it slow at first, but then half the batter ended up in the pan. I quickly ran over and ladled out most of it.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I really don't know how to cook."

"It's fine. Let's let this one cook, and then I'll show you what to do. Once the pancake was done, I put it on a plate and told Y/n to try it again. I stood right behind her and place my hands on hers to guide them. I helped her pour the right amount of batter into the pan. My heart was beating 100mph and I felt hot. The smallest amount of contact with her made my heart go wild. I saw subtle redness grow in Y/'s cheeks as we held that position. I can't tell if it was because she had feelings for me or if I was too close and was invading her personal space. I backed up just to be safe and grabbed another plate for the second pancake.

"Congratulations Y/n! You successfully made a pancake."

"Thank you. I'd like to thank the academy, my parents, and mostly, Daveed. He's an expert pancake maker." She joked. I love her humor. "Well as much fun as that was, I think I'll leave the pancakes up to you and get started on the coffee."

"Sounds great." We both quietly did our jobs

~~~Author's Note~~~

i have no excuse to why it took me 64 days to update. 

sorry