Where Heaven Touches Earth (Undertaker x Female Reader one-shot)

A one-shot inspired by @MsFreakShow , who felt concerned for the fate of her toes while reading Ghost in the Machine. ^^
I think I took it way too far though lolol

Please note BEFORE READING:

!Manga spoilers
!The monster under the bed
!Moderate NSFW content (Fetishism/body worship/bdsm/fluffy sensualnesses)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Light crept in from the windows, stealing past the edge of the dark curtains and under my eyelids, prodding me towards wakefulness. I attempted to shoo it away, rubbing my eyes, but consciousness remained. Defeated, I rolled from my back to my side, groping for a familiar warmth in the bedclothes.

"Hm..?" Where I usually found a patient, protective presence waiting for me to wake was replaced by cool air and chilly linen. Most mornings he was there, remaining past the limits of his own rest to avoid abandoning me in my own. My stirrings were typically rewarded with his fingertips brushing over my face and hair, a gaze of warm chartreuse only closing its gates to me as his lips met my skin.

Occasionally, though, some kind of task, some "business" of those in our profession had required his attention, and he would roust himself to see to it without disturbing me. Until he had returned, I never knew whether he had left an hour after I fell asleep or an hour before dawn; in any case, starting any morning without him was rather lonesome, and I pouted in my possessiveness of these hours with him.

There was nothing for it, though, but to get on with it. There were no burials scheduled for that day, but arrangements for a few of our "guests" required some preparation. While I waited for him to come home, I would start by laying out for some tea, heating some water and having a bath. Sighing, I heaved myself up to sit at the side of the bed, dangling my feet to touch the icy floor.

Something shot out from beneath the bed, seizing my ankle. Naturally, I screamed bloody murder fit to crumble the neighborhood to dust.

I wriggled back up on the bed, my scream fading to whimpers as I stared in shock at the bed's edge. Over my delirious babbling, I heard a familiar, creaky giggle from the floor.

"Oh...heehee...oh my dear, I'm so sorry..." He snickered, peering sheepishly over the mattress at me. "It was funny but oh...gahahaha! I shouldn't have startled you; I certainly didn't expect that big a reaction."

My fright shifted to moderate rage, as I willed my heart to start beating again. "You ass!!" I snatched a pillow and hurled it at his face. "Why would you even be under the bed?! I thought you'd been out..."

He gleefully received the blows of that pillow and several others, combing his hand through his silver hair to restore it to its more usual disorder after I'd run out of ammunition. "I was called out by a messenger during the night, my love, to receive another guest. I returned shortly ago and was just preparing to rejoin you when I dropped my chain off the bed's edge." He rose to sit next to me and demonstrated that he'd been removing his chain of memorial lockets from his waist when they slid from his fingers and fell to the floor. "They had fallen just under the bed, and it was in that moment of retrieving them that I conceived of this terrible idea."

The levity that remained in his voice and smile betrayed that he himself saw this not so much "terrible" as "an amusing success." He pulled small pranks from time to time, and while he was wary of pushing his luck too much—I was an easy target and one who could easily exact my revenge—he nonetheless soaked up the entertainment he found in these moments. I pouted, as I clearly preferred our usual mornings to anything like this.

"Oh no you don't—" He chuckled and reached for me, dragging me into his lap. "Don't you dare, pretty; I'll make it up to you." I maintained as fearsome a façade as I could manage with him nuzzling at my ear, as one hand tugged up at the lace hem of my cotton nightgown and stroked his long, black nails lightly down my bare leg. He leaned over to grasp my foot, his latest victim, and squeezed it with a small frown. "I noticed, though...your poor, sweet toes were chilled already as they reached the floor."