His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter eleven

You wake up the next morning with a groan. Rubbing your eyes, you force yourself to sit up and look around you. The sudden absence of warmth next to you makes you swivel round, but Feitan was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it's for the best. I don't find it easy letting people in and it sort of scarred me how close me and Feitan got in such a small amount of time...

With that, you hear the door close, Feitan balancing on one foot to close the door with the other, holding two cups of coffee and a brown paper bag between his teeth. You were stunned, marvelling at the sight of this globally feared thief struggling to hold his balance on one foot. Noticing your stare he tries to scoff, but it is ridiculously muffled as his mouth is otherwise occupied by the bag. He walks over to you, placing a coffee and the brown bag on the bedside table.

"What" he says as he glares at you

Closing your mouth trying to recover from the shock you quickly mutter something along the likes of "nothing" and get out of bed.

"Thank you, for the coffee Feitan"

"hmm"

You get changed quickly and sit on the edge of the bed sipping the scalding watery mix. It tastes like ass but you resolve yourself to drink every last drop to show your appreciation. Why am I doing that? It's not like I owe him anything...

Breaking the silence, Feitan says,
"We need to leave soon, I have to meet some friends later"

"Okay, but can I get a new change of clothes soon?" You say, realising from the smell  that you are still in your bloodstained, ripped attire from yesterday.

"yeah, yeah, just hurry up"

Together, you go to leave the motel, passing the reception desk on our way out. There's a middle aged man working the front desk, smoking a cigarette reading some porno-mag.

"Oi! Aren't you gonna pay, you twat!" he shouts, in a 'scary' tone that makes you role your eyes.

Before he had time to finish his sentence, a throwing star was forcefully plunged straight in-between his eyes. As the body thumped to the floor, Feitan turned around to look at you, a mix of surprise and admiration on his face.

"That was so fucking hot {Y/N]"

"Yeah, I just felt like it"

He looks at you hungrily and suddenly grabs your waist, making you stumble into his chest. He leans down and passionately kisses you. Clearly your sporadic murder was a massive turn on for him. Noted...

He forced his tongue into your mouth, causing a moan to escape your lips. This only encouraged him further as he bit your lower lip, making your absolutely melt into the him. After a minute of an extremally intense make-out session, you feel his hard member brush against your waist. Pulling away slightly, so that only a string of saliva connected your parted lips

"I thought we had friends to meet?"

"They can wait" He said before trying to drive straight back in. Before he could you pushed him back, the fluster in your checks still obviously showing that you didn't really mean what you said.

With a sigh, he turned and you walked out of the motel without paying.

After a short, silent walk, you finally arrived at the markets. You had quickly learnt to appreciate that Feitan was a man of very few words, not that you minded that at all. In fact, you yourself were quite like that, not engaging in conversation unless necessary.

Suddenly grabbing his hand, you ran towards a stall where you had noticed a long, black leather jacket. Feitan stumbles along ungracefully behind you, slightly flustered at the sudden and unsuspected contact. In his eyes, holding hands was different to fucking. It was intimate and loving, something he never did. Sure he had slept around a bit between jobs, even sometimes for jobs, but never had he walked down the street with someone holding their hand. A public display of intimate affection. Normally it would make him feel sick, watching couples display their happiness for the whole world to gawk at and be jealous of. But now he was doing it, with you, regardless of whether or not you intended it to be as significant as he thought it was, he didn't mind. At all.

Turning round in the mirror wearing the black, knee-length leather jacket, you feel so cool. Your previous one had only gone as far as you waist, but the new long one would allow even more weapons to be held in the inside pockets. Also, it looks a little like Feitans, but I'm not going to tell him that. You turned around to the man behind you.

"What do you think?"

Secretly, Feitan thought you look stunning. It marvellously complemented your {H/C} hair and fitted your figure perfectly. It made him...hungry.

"Yeah"

Scoffing at his half-assed response, you declare that you are totally in love with this item of clothing and that you can't live without it. Ushering you to the till with your new jacket, Feitan pulls out a small wallet.

"What are you doing? I'm paying" You implore

"No, I'm the one that ruined your last one" He says with a look in his eyes that tells you that you aren't going to win this battle

"Fine! Thank you. I'm going to have a look at the jumpers over there" you say sweetly, giving his arm a squeeze as you ran off in some random direction. Regaining his composure, he turned to the sales assistant, but not before a flash of red caught his eye. Studying it, he realised that it was a scarf, similar to the one he had on. It was a dark crimson red and had a graphic white scull on the front. It could have been a twin set to the one he wears. Without hesitating, he reaches up for the scarf and buys it as well. "She'll look really good in this (only this?)", he thought.

After a long day of being dragged round different boutiques by you, Feitan turns to admire your new outfit. You stood in black combat boots, black leggings that perfectly silhouetted your curves, a V-neck tank top that shows just the right amount of cleavage, but also allows you to move around proficiently during combat. All topped off with the long leather jacket that trailed around your knees, making you seem very dramatic.

You catch Feitan staring at the curves the outfit defines and walk up to him, placing a hand on his cheek, a smirk printed across your face. Leaning closer to him, so that your breath mingled with his,

"you like what you see, big-boy?"

Right there, in the middle of the market place, with swarms of people either side of you, Feitan would have sworn that he would have slammed you down and claimed you right there and then. The only thing making him hesitate was the look in your eye. It wasn't just lust, or passion, or desire. No. It was something new, different. A certain fondness that gave your {E/C} eyes a magnificent gleam.

It was all Feitan could do to gently place his lips on yours, before taking your hand and leading you away.