Silver or Black [Undertaker x Reader (ft. Sebastian)]

XIII.: Baking and crime

You would get your cookies as promised but there was a catch Adrian hasn't told you about. That was the reason behind him laughing hunched over the counter and you wearing a dirty cooking apron with "Are you nasty?" written on it in big letters. Your hands were crossed on your chest and your eyes burned with malice. "I'm, I'm...," another fit of laughter, "I'm afraid this is the only spare one I have." You did find it as hilarious as he but seriously? Why does it have to be your wearing this abomination of clothing? Then the idea hit you. You took advantage of his hunched state and pulled his plain white apron off him while throwing him yours. "There, I'll take this one," you stuck out your tongue. "No, that just won't do, that's the chef's one," he shook his head but you already knew what to do. You pulled the apron close to your chest and made the most innocent face you could pull off. "But this one smells like you," you said with a cute voice. It was obvious you won by the way his gaze got softer and smile turned sweet. For a moment at least. "But you have to dress me!" You blushed and averted your eyes. You still had to get used to being so close to him. "Or would you rather wear this?" He wiggled the terrible cloth. Right, you had to do this.

Soon you discovered that the spare apron was actually a bit smaller than the one you stole for yourself and would fit Undertaker very tightly. First you had to tie the knot he'd have behind his neck which wasn't an easy task with the height difference between you and with him being so close. Also he decided to make it even harder. First by refusing to sit or bend down and then by this: "Do you know how eskimos kiss?" You lost your concentration and immediately one strand fell from your grasp. "N-no," you said hesitantly. Your face was bright red, eyes casted on the floor. "Like this," he whispered and touched your nose with his and rubbed them together gently. It was such a sweet gesture your heart melted. You chuckled quietly and also tried it which caught Adrian off guard. "Like this?" You asked sweetly and finally tied the knot behind his neck. "Yeah," he hummed and you'd swear you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. Then you moved behind his back to finally complete your task. You had to pull hard so that the pieces of fabric would come close enough to be tied. "Can't you wear something less thick?" You remarked annoyed with the robe getting in your way. It never occurred to you before why he only ever wore this when he had many more pieces of clothing as you could see when he was moving his stuff to another room you after you took over his bedroom.

That's right, what's gonna happen now that you're officially together? Will he sleep next to you tonight? You blushed thankfully he didn't see your face so he had no idea what you were thinking. To be honest, on one hand you wished he did but at the same time you were afraid you'd rush things and something would go wrong. You didn't want to mess up so soon. "If I did you wouldn't take your eyes off me and you need them to work." He said smugly and tossed his hair in very diva manner. You couldn't help but laugh at this little act. "There you go," you said still chuckling after you tied the last knot. "Thank you~, darling," he grinned making you blush again. You grow used to the nickname but now it just seemed to hold deeper meaning and you hoped he'll once call you that even when he didn't want to tease you.

"So how do I look?" He turned to face you out spreading his arms dramatically. Your jaw dropped in awe. Of course the apron was horrible what the body underneath it was perfect opposite. After being hugged, held and all this you knew he was pretty lean but actually seeing him without the excessive fabric of his robe hiding his figure took your breath away. Before you could stutter some stupid joke to shift his attention to something else than your tomato face and blown mind he stepped closer with smirk on his lips. "That's enough for an answer," he put a finger under your chin to lift your head up enough for you to look into his eyes. He looked ethereal, obviously overflowing with emotions. Could your confession of love be the reason? And if so, were you also glowing like that? "You know, [y/n], I feel like that every time I look at you," he put a hand on your waist for which you were gratefully because otherwise you'd definitely fall, your knees weak.