The Graveyard (Zeldris x Female Reader)

Part 43

You take Zeldris' hand and smile at him. He squeezes your hand, gently and returns your smile.

"Thanks for getting me out of that situation with Steve," you say.

"There's no need to thank me."

"But there is. I mean, through all of this you've been so calm and collected. You've been so kind to me and I... I just... Thank you."

He pulls you into a hug. He's so warm. He keeps his voice low as he speaks to you.

"Any decent person would have done the same."

You laugh a little and your voice matches his volume.

"Really? Any decent person would have stood up to the King of the Demons?"

"I stand by what I said."

You're speechless and you hug him harder for a little while before you let go. Zeldris lingers with his arms around you for a moment before letting go. You still don't know what you feel about him and you aren't sure you want to open that can of worms and figure it out. 

You trust him. 

That much you know. 

In fact, you can't think of any male friend or... whatever he is to you... who you've trusted as much as you trust him. You aren't sure what else you feel towards Zeldris, but one thing is clear. You trust him.

"Hey, let's go somewhere" he says, "your apartment's really crowded right now with all the demons and Sins and... Elizabeth... and we might not have a chance to spend time with just the two of us again for a while--"

You kiss him before you even have time to think, or overthink, about it. When you realize what you're doing, you pull away ready to apologize. Of course he wouldn't feel the same and you don't even know what you're feeling but you kissed him so now there's that. You should try to explain yourself but you can't find the words and you don't really know what you were thinking when you kissed him it just sort of happened. And now you're afraid. You're afraid that you've ruined whatever your relationship with Zeldris is and that he might want to walk away and out of your life leaving you doomed. He wouldn't leave you doomed. But you're worried about the awkwardness and you don't know what to think or what to feel. Your face is so hot you can't stand it and your hands are shaking.

"I-- Sorry. I just-- I--"

He kisses you with equal passion and leaves you breathless. Suddenly your overactive mind quiets itself. Whatever it is you feel towards him, he feels something similar. He won't leave you. He won't let you be doomed. His face is almost as red as his clothes. You take his hand in yours.

"So, uh, you wanted to go somewhere? Just us?" you say.

He runs his free hand through his hair.

"Right," he says, "I was thinking we should get something to eat."

You nod and, hand in hand, the two of you exit the grocery store and head out onto the main street of your quiet little town.