Soulmate AU Oneshots

Blooms

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SMUT, LIKE ONE SENTENCE ABOUT DRY HUMPING, BUT OTHERWISE ITS JUST FLUFFY

My names Samantha Williams. I'm 21 years old, and I have black hair and green eyes. My friends call me Sam. I still haven't met my soulmate, so my bloom remains closed. A bloom is a flower on the center of everyone's chest-just above the heart. It stays closed until you physically touch your soulmate. You're supposed to meet your soulmate by 22, so I'm hoping that I meet mine soon.

I sit at home watching some old Christmas movies, slightly frowning at the sight of my closed bloom, and petting my little fluffy brown haired, green eyed cat, Carmel, until I get bored. I quickly get up and change from my pajamas into a super comfy yet cute sweater and some black skinny jeans. I brush my hair out and do some light makeup as well. I find my ankle boots and put those on too. I walk down the staircase that leads to the ground floor and walk out into the busy city.

The one nice thing about living in the city is that you can walk everywhere you need and want to go. I walk down the street and look at the lights that decorate the town for Christmas. There are wreaths, lights, holly, mistletoe, and candy canes everywhere. I take a deep breath in and smell the home-y smell of pine and peppermint.

I walk into a shop at the same time as an insanely attractive man about my age with short brown hair and warm chocolate brown eyes. His bloom is white with a bit of pink around the edges and it's closed in tightly. He keeps looking upward at the doorway, and he's not moving from his spot. I look up, and there's  a mistletoe above us.

"Well, it is tradition." he says with a flirty smile, looking down at me.

"Yeah, and I'm not really one to break tradition." I say with a smirk.

"Neither am I." he says, putting his hands around my waist. He connects our lips, and my arms go around the back of his neck. I feel a weird, warm, tingly sensation radiating from my chest, but I dismiss it as butterflies from kissing this amazingly hot stranger. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces , and his lips taste like mint and whiskey- a combination that probably shouldn't taste as good as it does.

We break apart, and I stare at his chest- realizing that his bloom has opened since the kiss.

"Oh my gosh." he breathes, the realization of what that means setting in.

"I can't believe that I've actually found you." I say just a hair above a whisper.

"I can't believe it either." he says, cupping my face gently in one of his hands. I lean into the touch, feeling the light callouses on the pads of his fingers.

"Do you want to go I don't know grab a hot chocolate or something?" he asks looking down, a blush staining his cheeks.

"I'll go get a hot chocolate with you... if you tell me your name." I reply.

"Alexander Duncan, but you can call me Alex. What's  yours?" he says. Alex. I repeat in my head. It suits him.

"Samantha Williams, but you can call me Sam." I respond.

"Well then. Sam, do you wanna go get a hot chocolate with me?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Of course, Alex. You are my soulmate after all." I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the general direction of the coffee shop around the corner that has really good mint hot chocolate.

I try to ignore the tingling feeling going through my body at the physical contact.

We get there relatively quickly, and I order my usual mint hot chocolate while Alex orders a carmel one. We get our hot chocolates and sit down in a booth kind of off to the side so we can actually hear each other talk.