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pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader
word count: 825
warnings: implied smut. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.
a/n: me? spontaneously writing the sequel of a drabble i haven't actually posted instead of writing any of the other things i said i'd work on? it's more likely than you think.
The first couple of moments after you woke up were so comfortable. Peaceful, almost.
You nestled deeper into your pillow, breathing in the fresh smell of laundry detergent, revelling at the soft cotton against your cheek with a contented sigh. You still felt blissfully happy from sleep, not yet ready to face the day.
Somewhere behind you, a floorboard creaked.
At first, you assumed your cat had made her way into your bedroom to beg for breakfast again and so you didn’t move, waiting for her to jump onto the bed. Instead, though, there was a brief pause followed by a quiet huff.
A cold shiver ran down your spine.
Slowly, you opened one eye after the other. Now that you were looking at it, it was clear that the pillow you’d snuggled wasn’t yours at all. You didn’t recognize the room, either; high ceilings, bright sunlight streaming in through the tall windows, making your heart pound even faster. What time was it?
You turned around in bed—you were naked underneath the sheets, of fucking course you were naked—only to freeze when you took in the rest of the room. There were bookshelves lining the rest of the walls, filled with an assortment of hardcovers, marble statuettes and other expensive looking paraphernalia. A heavy, worn down armchair stood next to a reading lamp, a blanket haphazardly thrown over the back.
And next to all of it, leaning in the doorframe with that damn arrogance written all across his face, was Ransom Drysdale.
Your memories of last night came flooding back with an unbidden rush of heat. His mouth crashing against yours, swallowing a moan as his hands tightened around your waist. You pulling him closer, closer, dragging your nails across his back. His teeth grazing your shoulder, your collarbone, eyes inky black as he moved his fingers just so and you were gone.
"Oh, hell no," you said out loud.
Ransom took a sip of coffee. "Morning to you, too, sunshine." An air of self-satisfaction surrounded him, and the worst part was that you couldn’t even deny he’d earned it. His hair was still sticking up at the back. You remembered tangling your fingers in it and pulling until he groaned against your lips.
"Shut up," you hissed, trying to cover yourself with the comforter as you attempted to reach for your shirt on the floor. "This never happened."
Ransom watched you struggle with his eyebrows raised, making no move to help you whatsoever. "You realize I’ve seen all that, right?" he said, gesturing vaguely at your body.
"Nope," you said, finally managing to catch the shirt tag. "Because, like I said, this never happened."
When you met his eyes again, he was still staring at you, a challenge in his gaze. You didn’t intend to take him up on it, and so you were the first to look away, feeling his grin linger. There was a hickey poking out underneath the collar of his white sweater.
You swallowed heavily.
"Suit yourself," Ransom finally shrugged, sauntering to the armchair across the room. "You know where the door is."
You took the opportunity of his turned back to quickly pull the shirt over your head, foregoing the bra in favor of a faster exit. You were still quietly cursing yourself as you wriggled into your underwear without moving out from the comforter. Just when you started looking for your pants, they came flying from the other side of the room, almost hitting you in the head. When you glared at Ransom, he didn’t even look up from the book he’d picked up. His knuckles were pressed against his lips in a way that looked almost contemplative.
Something inside you twisted.
You quickly finished getting dressed, your cheeks still burning as you stuffed the rest of your clothes under your arm, doing one final cursory glance around the room. There was zero acknowledgement of your presence, even as you walked briskly towards the door.
"Not a word of this to anyone," you warned him again as you pushed the door open with a little more force than needed.
"Aren’t you late for your meeting?" Ransom said, that familiar tone of boredom lacing his words again.
You cursed underneath your breath, rushing downstairs two steps at a time to find your boots in a pile next to your discarded bag. Your heart was still racing uncomfortably.
This was a mistake, you told yourself as you slammed the front door shut behind you, hurrying to your car. You’d have to call Harlan to postpone the damn meeting; there was no way you were going to show up there without taking a shower first. A very cold shower.
You pulled out of the driveway without a look back, and so you missed the figure standing in the upstairs window, watching you with attentive eyes, wondering why the hell the sight of you leaving didn’t feel right at all.
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