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Comfortable — K de la Renta
🕑 Added 2023-12-29 22:49:53 +0000 UTCIf someone were to describe K de la Renta, someone only seeing them with the naked eyes, they’d probably say that the vampire’s aloof, over-confident, and exhibits the negative traits of an introvert.
You, you’d probably think the same if you hadn’t become closer. The two of you have moved past the days of K’s derogatory nickname for you, the slight, annoying roll of their eyes whenever the two of you got into an argument. Far past it.
Now, you’d describe K as sensitive, kind—someone whose layers you’ve enjoyed peeling back. One by one. First it was their attire, realising that their wardrobe wasn’t just full of black and burgundy; all before you got down to the deeper stuff. The talk of their life before they became a vampire, their family, dreams, ambitions, fears…traumas. The deep conversations that didn’t come with awkward silences, but the kind that gently persuades you to reveal a little more about yourself.
“Do you think we’d be together if I were human?” K casually asks you.
K’s head is in your lap, your fingers are running through their curls; and over the past few months you’ve realised it’s one of their favourite gestures.
“Or if I were a vampire?” you question back with the same nonchalance.
Your eyes glance towards the clock, it reads 2:05am. Clearly it’s one of those nights where neither of you can sleep, but at least it’s something you can experience together. And, thankfully for K, they’re experiencing the night nightmare free.
They turn around so they’re looking directly at you. K pauses for a moment, their eyes quickly scan your face. They have their favourite features of yours, of course, they do. It’s hard not to when they’ve study each individual one with such care. They make a mental note of how, even under dim light, you look beautiful.
“That’s not a request for me to turn you into a vampire, is it?” they throw back softly.
Your fingers stay tangled in their hair. “Not a request,” you utter honestly, “just another thought. A life of eternity. With you.”
K would be lying if they hadn’t thought about the latter. The two of you together, forever. It intrigues them, scares them, makes them wonder what a future like that would look like between you…but that’s a conversation for another night.
“But, if I were human…” K trails off, their hands innocently and subconsciously running up and down your thighs. “And we met under normal circumstances.”
You ponder and let the corners of your lips turn upwards. “You’re not the most approachable person in the world.”
You watch as K’s eyes roll. They rest their chin on your stomach. “That is…” They sigh. “Somewhat true. But what if I was nice, and approached and used my wit and irresistible charm on you.” They’re smiling now, one that matches your own and it’s almost as though you’re sharing it with one another. “Then what?”
“Maybe I’d be interested,” you tease.
“Maybe?” K asks, resting their weight on their elbows and they rise up. They begin leaning forward and hovering over you.
“Maybe,” you answer back with a chuckle.
Your hands aren’t in their hair anymore. Your hands have found their way to K’s cheeks; they’re cupping them, and before you know it, your thumb is delicately running over the bridge of their nose.
No awkward silences. Just comfortable ones. The ones that make the two of you thankful that you found one another in this life.
K leans their head down, only an inch or two. Their eyes are ready to flutter close, but there’s an all important question on the tip of their tongue.
“Can I?” they mutter, practically whisper, when your nose brushes against theirs. “Can I kiss you?”
You don’t verbally answer that question. You just bring K’s face closer to yours and close the gap. A sweet kiss, a delicate and gentle one. You remember first kissing K, when they tasted of rebellion, defiance, as though they’re someone who’s rough around the edges. Now, there are still hints of that over their plump lips. Though, it’s mixed in with cinnamon, vanilla, hints of something fiery that has the ability to pull you in for more, again and again.
K’s the one to pull away first. They glance upwards towards the clock and watch as it ticks towards three o’clock in the morning. “You should really try and get some sleep. I don’t want to keep you up any longer.”
A yawn hasn’t escaped you yet, but K’s always had this sixth sense when it comes to you. Not only knowing when the speed of your heartbeat changes, or when they’ve touched you in just the right way to make goosebumps appear on your skin. A sense that informs them of the little things: your likes and dislikes, when you’re overworking…when your bed is gently calling your name.
“Will you come with me?” you ask.
K nods without hesitation. They’ll crawl into bed with you, but they won’t fall asleep. Not unless you do first. “Of course.” You expect to move off of you after a moment, but they still look at you with topaz that shimmer. “After you admit that you’d be one hundred percent interested in me even if I were human,” they say playfully.
A teasing groan falls from your lips as you continue to look at them. “I thought maybe was enough of an answer for you.”
“Absolutely fucking not,” K laughs.
“Okay.” Your arms drop to K’s shoulders. “Believe it or not, supernatural, human, whatever. I’d like to think the two of us would’ve found each other in every single world and lifetime.”
K blinks. They’ve thought it before, many times, but hearing those words fall from you practically confirms their constant thoughts.
That if K de la Renta had been searching for the love of their life, they could happily stop searching—all because they found you.
