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Unexpected

Summary:

Dorian gets picked up

Why does he like it?

Notes:

I'm not good at writing romance you have been warned

Chapter 1: Oh... OH.

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You were tired. Not just physically, but mentally as well. Having a house full of literal life would drain anyone's batteries. And yes, you could just not put on the deteviators a day or two, which you do every now and again, but still knowing you're never alone doesn't do much to help, especially since now you could sometimes hear and see the datebles without Skylar.

 

Still not the strangest situation you found yourself in; and it's not like you haven't dealt with possessed objects and ghosts before. Although it is the first time you could see a ghost.

 

For today you made some plans. You haven't been outside in a long time, and you've started to feel hungry, so you decide to go grocery shopping for once, and not Food Fetch it to your doorstep.

 

Just because your skin is more sensitive to the sun doesn't mean you don't need to see it from time to time, so you hid the dateviators in the house and got ready.

 

Your were still pretty exhausted. Always going to bed late and not being able to sleep in because of the birds outside your bedroom window waking you up early, you have been losing sleep. Sleep being your main source of energy.

 

At times like this you might be considered cranky; and add that to the inability to get a true moment to yourself… yeah. You were cranky.

 

Throwing on a hoodie and some jeans you felt almost ready. Your outfit looked too empty, so you added a choker and some earrings. Crazy what just a few accessories can do.

 

You double-checked for your keys and wallet before heading downstairs to put your shoes on.

 

Once you were done with that and got up, Front Dorian appeared in front of you. You would've gotten spooked if you didn't get used to these guys just appearing whenever, therefore the only reaction you did have was a raised eyebrow.

 

Dorian, as unmoving as always, stayed firm in the doorway as he fixed you with his gaze, “Going somewhere?”

 

You sighed internally. You knew how this was gonna go, you've had this conversation plenty before. Right now you didn't feel like humoring him.

 

Dorian was literally built like a door, and he was just as tall as one. Pushing past him will be more difficult than it should, plus you had to open the physical door to get out. You just had to get Dorian to move out of the way.

 

You didn't feel like talking this early in the morning, so you did the next thing that came to mind: you picked him up.

 

He was taller than you, so you had to grab him from somewhere lower than your chest. Wrapping your arms around his thighs you lifted him off the ground.

 

Dorian made a startled noise as well as holding onto your shoulders for balance or he would tip over your shoulder.

 

You spin around, and let him down. His brain stopped, he was stuck still, staring at you wide eyed. One hand still on your shoulder but he barely registers it until he’s no longer touching you.

 

You turn to unlock and open the actual door, Dorian's hand slipping off you as you increase the distance between yourself and him.

 

Holding up two fingers in salute as you close the door (and locking it), you leave behind a very stunned and red-faced Dorian.

 

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“What in the bloody hell was that?!” was the only thing Dorian could think for a while.

 

His brain was buffering. He doesn't think he'd been picked up before, and he certainly didn't expect to be picked up by their houseowner.

 

He took deep breaths but his face still felt hot. It was the abruptness of the thing, that must be it! He for sure didn't expect that would ever happen and that's why he's so shaken by it.

 

…He sure didn't expect to like it this much.

 

He sighed, dragging a hand over his face to try to compose himself. Again, he failed. The snekering of Curt and Rod didn't help.

 

The two men appeared next to him in the small hallway, glancing out the window out of habit. The homeowner was long gone from view.

 

“This might be the most expressiv I've ever seen you!” Curt turned to Dorian.

 

Rod hummed, “Who thought homeowner was packing heat. Sure would've startled me too if I were you.”

 

Dorian grunted, eyebrows furrowing. If he could get even redder he probably would.

 

“Yeah, me too, no shame!” Curt added.

 

“Oh!” Rod perked up, “Do you think they'll pick us up if we asked them?”

 

“Probably.” Dorian spoke, finally trusting his voice to do so, “They're nice like that.”

Chapter 2: I like it

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The homeowner was, in fact, nice like that. The next time they talked to Curt and Rod, the two guys did ask for a pick up. And you were more than okay to provide.

 

It was fun on both ends, and you actually held both of them at the same time. One in each arm. Sure they were pretty heavy like that, but it made for a fun time.

 

Dorian, being present in every room, was there to watch. And he hated that he was getting ideas.

 

He decided against bringing up this incident too soon. He doubted you will go see Trap Dorian any time soon, so the rest of him had to figure out how to talk about it. He wasn't entirely sure how he even felt about it except for the fact that it was good. Confusing but good.

 

Maybe he would have better of a chance to figure himself out if you weren't… being so you!

 

Ugh! This might be one of the only moments when he hated being so observant because he keeps noticing small things you do and it drives him nuts!

 

How you sway from side to side absentmindedly; how you lick your lips because you always forget to apply chapstick; how you gently hold all of Daisuke’s dishware because he cares about them;

 

Patting or caressing an object every time you bump into them, half of the time being accompanied by a mumbled apologie. He was often enough one of those object.

 

It wasn't the action itself, it was the fact that you, caring for them, became like second nature to you; like it would be absurd to even suggest another way. It warmed Dorian's heart whenever he thought about it.

 

He also enjoys your touch. Sometimes even craving it, but with the amount of going around you do in the house, usually he gets enough of it.

 

He wished he would get more time with your lips though. God how he wished they were on his right now. How he wished your hands would cradle his face and caress his skin. How he wished he could spend enough time staring into your eyes to get lost in the beautiful nebula they mimicked.

 

He was so lost in thought about your eyes that he almost missed them staring at him.

 

Oh goodie. You were thinking, about talking to him most likely. He wouldn't be as worried if you would have used the dateviators to talk to him in the morning, but you didn't. He was the one to appear.

 

It was pretty late, maybe you were just staring off into space? You do that sometimes.

 

That thought got chucked out the window when you approached your closet without extending a hand to open it.

 

Clicking on the dateviators Dorian appeared in front of you. When he didn't say anything right away you already knew something was up. The light dusting of pink on his cheeks also gave him away.

 

You paused before you were gonna say anything. Whatever it was, now forgotten.

 

“Dorian?”

 

He hums and doesn't meet your eyes immediately.

 

You stare at him. He stares at you.

 

Eventually you think you found the answer, “Is this about this morning?”

 

Dorian's breath hitched, his cheeks warming up, and he avoided your gaze again.

 

He cleared his throat. How you could read him so well was still a mystery to him. “Might be,” he admitted.

 

You sighed and you looked– sad? What?

 

“I'm sorry, I really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, but that doesn't mean I should manhandle people”–

 

“What?” Dorian interrupted, putting a hand on your shoulder, “No no! I-I– it's fine I… liked it, weirdly enough.”

 

You blinked, “You do?”

 

Dorian could feel his face getting redder by the second, “Y-Yeah. I…” he trailed off, not sure how to put how he was feeling into words.

 

“...Wanna do it again?”

 

Dorian sputtered and it was something you never thought you were going to see. The usual calm, collected, stoic and level headed man, was getting more flustered by the minute. And you kinda liked it.

 

With newfound confidence that he was not uncomfortable, you stepped closer with a sly smirk, your sharp canines peaking out.

 

Your hands found themselves holding Dorian's waist under his jacket, thumbs lovingly massaging into it. You stand up on your toes to get as close to his face as you could, “I'd be happy to oblige~”

 

Dorian suppressed a shiver and his hands found their way on you, one on your shoulder, one on the back of your neck.

 

He didn't need to be invited twice. He kissed you. Soft yet hungry, like he were a dying man in a desert and you an oasis. He loves you. The thought of you warms him and exites him, and he will hold up his word to hold you tighter than anything else in this house.

 

Though he supposed the roles could reverse from time to time, as now you were the only reason he was and wasn't turning to mush.

 

He groaned into the kiss. It was leaving him without air, making his head spin in the best way possible. His eyes would roll to the back of his head were they not closed.

 

Your hands traveled down to his thighs and he moaned when you squeezed them before he broke the kiss with a gasp as you lifted him off of his feet.

 

His back was against the wall, legs dangling to your sides. His hands were sliding around your arms, feeling your muscles flex under his weight. He didn't know why he found that so hot but it did things to him.

 

You kissed his jaw, and whatever was exposed of his neck. Dorian leaned his head back to give you more access, his arms resting over your shoulders. God how you made him feel shouldn't be this easy to achieve.

 

Dorian bit back any sounds that threaten to escape him, but his staggered breaths were just enough for you to know he was enjoying himself.

 

“I love you,” he whispered.

 

“I love you too,” you say back as you kiss his chin.

 

Dorian let's his head back down to look at you. His hair was a bit disheveled, his eyes droopy and his mouth smiling.

 

You look at your work of art, admiring him. Oh how you loved this man. And oh you were gonna show him, again and again, no matter how much time passes.

 

Getting him off the wall and fully supporting his weight by yourself (with Dorian's help of crossing his legs around your middle so he wouldn't fall), you move the action to the bed.

 

Dorian let's out a little oof when his back hits the mattress. He sits up on his elbows as he watches you take off his shoes.

 

You then tug on his jacket and he gets the message to take it off. You take it and toss it at the end of the bed, not even looking where it lands. Your eyes are fixated of Dorian.

 

You crawl onto the mattress and above Dorian. You cup his face in your hands and plant kisses all over his face.

 

The man chuckles from underneath you, his skin flushed a beautiful red. You could listen to his laugh forever. Beautiful.

 

Dorian blinked, surprised and with a shine in his eyes you rarely see. Huh, you must've said that out loud.

 

He covered his growing smile with his hand and he turned his gaze away from yours. The other hand followed, now helping to cover his whole face, his head pushing back like he was trying to go through the bed itself.

 

Dorian wanted to bury himself his this giddy feeling. He wants it to consume him and never let him go. The absolute rawness of truth and love in your voice did things to him that cannot be explained in words.

 

He let out a small “ah~!” when he felt your lips touch his neck again. You couldn't believe it. A simple compliment could turn this man into a puddle, and you adored it.

 

“Seriously, could you be more endearing than this?” You spoke into his chest as you hugged him.

 

He said something, muffled by his hands, but you still heard him. Even so:

 

“Hmm? What was that love?” you inquired.

 

Dorian wrapped his arms around your neck and turned the two on you to lay on the side, legs tangled with each other's.

 

“Shut up,” he mumbled again, muffled by your hair this time. You laughed and only hugged him closer. You knew you were going to sleep well tonight.

Chapter 3: art

Notes:

not art of Dorian I'm afraid (not yet at least but no promises)

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