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Siberia was cold as balls and you did not like being there. Not at all. But he was there so it could be managed. Select members of the B.P.R.D had been invited to this, ‘Banquet,’ hosted in the Russian territory for paranormal powerhouses all over the world, and, of course, the one you worked for was very very high on that list. The party was hosted in a massive cathedral with a dome of glass peering up to the night sky, its cool, dark stone walls towered above you while religious carvings seemed to almost crawl out of the wall, forever frozen re-telling their story. Large candles were held by their gothic attachments lining their way down the ancient stone; the wax had dribbled down creating stalagtights, works of art in themselves. It was like being back in time to the 1500s. White tables were flocked together in the very center of the room, hundreds of them topped with brilliant silver, every spoon, napkin, fork… immaculate. You could practically see your reflection on the cool marble floor as your heels clicked across with the rest of the B.P.R.D group. The professor was there, Abe, Lize, the whole gang…and your date…Hellboy. The dress code was black tie formal and everyone was looking sharp, you were sporting a simple black dress, an iconic fashion statement in itself; the fabric reached your knees and had a lustful shimmer. It wasn't too tight but it fell onto your curves in just the right places. Your hair was tied up in a loose bun while pieces were left out on the sides, framing your face. You were shocked honestly that you were even here right now, your job at the B.P.R.D was more political than paranormal, working closely with other branches of the U.S. government was your gig. Looking around the room you felt your heart pick up its pace, tapping the ribs around it. There were so many people here, powerful people, from all over the world…it was nerve-racking. You jumped when a warm red hand groped your shoulder, “Red,” you sighed relieved. He gave you a warm smile, “It's okay (Y/N)...Im the big red one.”
*A Week Ago*
You and Hellboys relationship had been blossoming the past few weeks. It started when he had to grudgingly make multiple trips to your office for legal paperwork, something he loathed like nothing else. You had to help him figure out what to sign, where to date, and who to give it to. The two of you just started talking and being friends, he liked your dry humor and you liked listening to his stories. More visits turned into getting coffee and then getting a drink…it wasn't some crazy love story, no battles or blood, just chemistry. A week ago he slipped into your office, “Hey!” you had jumped up to greet him, hopping up to peck his rough cheek. He leaned down a bit and wrapped his human arm around your lower back in a hug before standing up again. He scratched his forehead looking at the ground, he looked nervous and stiff, avoiding eye contact. Ohh… you had thought with dread, guess this won't work out after all… You took a step back twiddling your fingers, “It's cool Red…I understand…”, His head snapped towards you, “What?’
“That you don't want to…go out anymore.” He blinked before stumbling over to you, “NO no no look I was just nervous to…” He gave a little huff as he madly dug through his pockets finally snatching a cream-colored letter with rose wax seeling. He held out to you, “If you want to go…” you took the envelope in your hands and gazed up at him in awe, “Are you being serious right now!” you gushed. His lips grew into a smile, “Uhm ya…no problem. Everyone needs a date though so I thought…we…could go,” he stopped for a moment, “Together.” You thought for a moment you were going to faint out of happiness.
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You looked up at him as his hand found yours, tangling his fingers with you with a loving squeeze; his eyes glowing softly and squinting with encouragement. With a deep breath, the two of you made your way to the tables. Everyone was having a good time, mingling with other researchers, politicians, and a few other non-human guests. Chello and Violin hummed lightly from the orchestra and flits of light danced across the room, the candles softly illuminating some of the stained glass decorating the stone walls; the atmosphere was both enchanting and dark.
Soon everyone was setting down for dinner and speeches. A particularly old researcher was droning on and on about the difference between human and goblin hair when you peeked over to see Red half asleep; one eye half open with the other rolling back into his head, his mouth slightly agape. You taped his foot with your own under the table and both eyes snapped open, “Hey,” you whispered
“Is it over?”
“...No,”
“I don't think I can listen to this anymore,”
“Me neither,”
He slowly rolled his head towards you, boredom clearly painted on his face, mouth still agape as he whispered back, “Wanna get out of here?” Your reply was a series of quick nodes. You both quietly excused yourself from the table, a slight squeak escaped as your chairs slid back on the polished floor. Your sudden movement earned a small pause of disapproval from the speaker and curious looks from your table. You both quickly shuffled out of the main ballroom area and landed in a hallway with a fainting couch and a red velvet lamp. “Geeze,” you giggled, “It's like going back in time, this whole place is like stuck in a fairytale,” you exclaimed plopping yourself down onto the antique couch. Red leaned on the wall across from you and pulled out a cigar from his breast pocket and fitted it into his mouth, searching for his lighter. You loved how he smoked, how the grey puffs curled around his jagged features, the jarring contrast of blood red, rough skin, and the grey tendrils that clouded his face; deep dark course hair always neatly tied back. You could see his muscles restrict and move beneath his suit, a rare sight to see. You stood up from the couch and snatched a lighter from your own little black purse, swaying over to your date. With a flick of your thumb, a little flame jumped up, you gazed at Red through your eyelashes. He was paying much more attention to you now. Those soft yellow eyes were now fiercely locked with yours as he slowly leaned down to dip the cigar into your fire, never breaking contact. He gave a puff, pushing the light smoke out of his Roman nose, head still level with yours. He leaned forwards, taking out his cigar, brow bone grazing your own before gently capturing your lips. Your hips swayed against his and the stone hand quickly grasped the small of your back. You felt each finger wrap around you and the strength in each one as he dragged you closer to him. The flesh and blood hand held the cigar while your arms fitted around his neck. He slowly broke apart for a moment to puff the cigar and you took the opportunity to press your nose into his cheek, scattering light kisses to his jaw, his beard scratching your lips. The thick smoke drifted from his mouth and nose as his big head turned back around to kiss you again. The cigar was intoxicating, it’s sent deep and dark with flickers of sweetness. He was more aggressive now, tilting his head to press deeper, moving, working his lips against your own as your hips pushed deeper into his, the stone hand sneaking lower…You decided to be a tease and nip at his bottom lip, earning a deep hum. He sucked your lip hard, his tongue glancing at your teeth. The stone hand slid down to feel the meet of your hip, your dress sliding up your body as he tugged on you onto him. You opened your mouth with his and you felt his wet heat slip in, caressing your own. Both your lungs were out of commission and you pulled away gasping and breathing heavily as his head swung again to the side, tending his cigar. Your lips were plush and swollen and Red was breathing heavily. His stone hand crawled its way back up to wrap around your shoulders, hugging you against him. Your head rested on his chest rising up and down with his powerful breath, hearing his stongs heartbeat. “Hey,” Red suddenly whispered, “Sit for a sec I gotchya somethen.” He practically picked you up and sat you down on the couch, you were still dazed from making out. “Oh, Red…you don't have to buy me things!”
“I wanted to…” He pulled out a little dark blue case and shyly handed it to you. You gave a little aww and gently took the box in both hands, you looked back to his face but he had adverted eye contact, a deep red spreading across his cheeks, and beads of sweet sprinkling his forehead. You looked back down and opened the case. Inside was a delicate little gold necklace with a small little heart in the middle. It looked vintage but absolutely beautiful, you didn't like chunky jewelry and this simple gold necklace was more than anything you could ever ask for. You felt your face get hot and you peered back at Hellboy who was looking incredibly nervous at this point. “Red, this is beautiful,” you cried as you sat up to press a tender kiss to his cheek, “I love it…thank you.” He scratched the back of his head, “I'm glad you like it.” Both your heads turned towards the hallway as clapping erupted. “I guess Prof. Snniedesburgzendoff has wrapped up talk’n about hair stuff…we should probably get back,” he stuck his thumb back in the direction with no enthusiasm. You gave Red a side eye before asking, “Is that really his actual name,” Red glanced back at you making out a grumble, “Yes and don't let him corner you out there… he never gets a hint.” Before you made it back to the ballroom you stopped Red for a moment, placing a hand on his chest. “Could you…?” you asked handing him the box and turning around. “Oh…,” he seemed surprised that you were so eager to wear it. Carefully he took the little gold chain and draped it across your neck, brushing his ruff fingers across the delicate skin before clasping the back. You turned around to face him and he leaned down to adjust the little gold heart to be perfectly centered between your collarbones, once more his fingers lingering on your chest. “You look beautiful tonight,” He whispered clearly, “I forgot to mention it earlier.” You smiled, chest full of warmth. Hellboy propped his elbow out, standing up a little straighter, “Shall we.”