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His touch| Diego Hargreeves

By: plants-are-sick

It was cold when you staggered out of the club with Diego. The hair on your arms rose and you shivered, still holding your hand against your forehead. You had been watching Diego grind against a cute guy on the dance floor when a headache came up and kicked you right in the ass. You nearly fell out of your chair as you held your palm against your skin, feeling the throb through your fingertips. Diego saw you in distress and stopped what he was doing to politely abandon the man he was flirting with to help you. He grabbed you by the shoulders and gently helped you outside.

You leaned against the brick of the building, kicking at the dirt in the alleyway. “Sorry about this, it looked like you were having a good time. Must’ve just had too much to drink.” You chuckled.

Diego frowned, crossing his arms as he leaned on the wall next to you. “I only saw you have one beer, you’re lying. What happened?”

You shrugged. “I’m not sure what it was, but something overwhelmed me. I saw you with that guy and boom,” you snapped your fingers. “my brain felt like it was leaking out my ears.”

He leaned his head over onto your shoulder. “Were you jealous?” He asked quietly.

Your shoulders sunk and you looked down, brows furrowed. You had always felt close to Diego, but you didn’t think it was a romantic or sexual attraction. The longer you stewed on the thought, the more it became clear. The way he would always stand a little too close, or lean against you when he didn’t need to. The way you would close your eyes and just listen to him ramble about his day. You were so hopelessly into him.

“I think maybe I was.” You whispered.

Diego reached over and grabbed your wrist, slowly tugging off your glove. He laced his fingers with yours, and you felt everything he thought about you flood into your body. He was smitten with you, wanted to touch and hold your body, listen to all your thoughts, kiss you gently at the end of a tough day. It wasn’t just some kind of sexual infatuation either, he was head over heels for you.

You looked over at him, thumb running over his knuckles. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I wanted to wait until I could show you. I was dancing with that guy tonight because I had sorta given up. I thought I’d never get the courage to let you know, so I figured I’d fill the void for one night.” He bent closer and kissed your neck. “But then you felt jealous. I could see it in your eyes, so I knew I should get you alone.” He pressed his face against your shoulder. “If there was any chance you felt the same, had to let you know.”

You set your still-covered hand on his side gently. “Thank you for showing me.” You pressed a small kiss to his temple. “Nothing has to change. I mean, clearly we have feelings for one another, but we can have the same relationship as before, just with a little more.”

He nodded, running a hand up your arm, feeling across your bicep. “That’s exactly how I want things to be. I can still call you on your shit, but I get to kiss you too.” He smiled shyly.

You cocked an eyebrow, smiling as well. “Why don’t you then?”

“You’re an idiot.” He laughed quietly before cautiously pressing his lips against yours.

You squeezed his hand and felt him reach up to cup your face. The way his fingertips traced your jaw and cheekbone, sending electric shocks of affection through you, it was intoxicating. You leaned deeper into the kiss, letting go of his hand to grasp his waist. His free hand found its way to your hair, twisting it around his fingers softly.

When you pulled away you kept your face close enough to still brush your nose against his. “Can you stay with me tonight? We don’t have to do anything, I’m just tired, and I want to hold you.”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” Diego pecked your jaw once more before stepping away, taking your hand back in his.

You walked home with Diego, both of you taking separate showers when you arrived there. You got some water and chatted for a while about how to let his family know about the two of you, or if you even should before deciding to go to bed. You stripped down to your boxer briefs and Diego left on his underwear and a shirt he stole from your closet. You laid together, your arms wrapped around Diego as he pressed himself into your chest. You closed your eyes and fell asleep to the gentle pulse of affection his touch sent through your center.