Night at the Museum fanfiction (Ahkmenrah x reader)

Chapter three- Water

The sun was long gone, maybe for half an hour, when (y/n) grasped for air, finally finished with her emotional eruption, captured on the single white sheet, in her hand.
*Sigh*
The air seemed a bit more musty than before. Light was also not the most common thing in the exhibit anymore. It was rather noisy, much nosier than before, that was definite.
"Are you finished? Can I have a look?", the bandaged corpse asked, with his arms crossed over the rim of his sarcophagus, resting his head in a angel-like manner.
"AAAAAARGH!", you obviously weren't expecting that.
"WHAT? WHY? HOW?!? OH GOD WHAT WAS IN THAT WATER?"
"It doesn't seem clear to me, what you are referring to.", he stated, fumbling on one side of his bandages and beginning to unravel them.
"I'm..", you cut him off.
"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! OH GOD! I can't believe I'm hallucinating.."
(y/n) stopped for a moment, did she really hallucinate? What were those loud background noises? Was she even conscious? Why was he so enchanting to her? She had so many questions.
As she began to visibly panic even more, he giggled: "You don't have to refer to me as a god, you know?"
Untangling the last of his papyrus stripes, Akhmenrah smiled at the confused girl in front of him, that grew a redder face color every second he spoke his well chosen words.
"I.. I.. I wasn't!", you stuttered, trembling with forming an adequate response, or an understandable one at least.
He was stepping out of his coffin, revealing his complete silhouette, which wasn't less graceful, than this wonderful face of his. While you were still staring, he was already studying the finished piece. "It's wonderful! You must have very talented hands! The last time somebody portrayed me is ..", you had the nerve to interrupt him again, „..roughly 4 000 years ago? Are you real?"
„Haha, why don't you find out?", he stated, grabbing your hand and raising it all the way up to his blemishless face, allowing you to gently touch his cheek bones, with just the top of the tip of your fingers. Hell, it felt like you were committing a crime.
„(y/n)!"
Ready to take the death penalty, you didn't twitch a muscle, still holding onto that comforting touch of his.
„I heard a terrible scream, don't be afraid! Nothing will hurt..", Larry came sliding into the room, sprinting through the marble floor, "..you....", his understanding of the situation dropped with his pace, abruptly. "Uuh, was I.. interrupting something.?", he carefully asked the two of you.
Still unable to answer you didn't bother doing so, but instead let the handsome pharaoh speak. It was only fair, considering you broke his sentences twice already.
"Ah, Larry! Good evening!", he tuned cheerfully,"No, not at all, I was just looking at that young lady's artwork and was being so amazed, that I must've scared her, when I requested to look at it!" By saying so, he let go of your hand, making you shudder a little, to tenderly get a hold of your sketch and showing it to the still slightly confused night guard. "Isn't it flattering?", he looked a bit proud. "Well, yes. (y/n) seems to be a really good artist." "T-thanks."
You found yourself drafting nearer to Akhmenrah, as if he was a life size magnet, just waiting for your electrons to smother all over him. Awkward silence took hold of the exhibit, which you now noticed, was filled with crawling scarabs and dancing hieroglyphs.
"Uh, yea. If you have no questions, (y/n), then I'll leave you alone.. If you need me, just ask somebody..", he left, seemingly slower and less oriented than before.
As no steps could be heard anymore, the magic man slickly passed behind your back, stroking it with his right hand, just to place your block onto the edge of his 'bed', in the next moment.
Controllingly stroking with the back of his hand from your collarbone, across your neck, up to your  chin, he took a hold of it carefully, feathering his long, slender fingers all over your face. By starring longingly into your glistening eyes, he made sure to let you understand him clearly, moving his face closer to yours and mustering you, until whispers the key words:
"(y/n). It's a devastating name. It suits you."