3rd person pov

Still holding their shoulder, (y/n) got up and opened the door. 'Don't act like we just had that dream. Don't act like we just had that dream.' They repeated in their head as they opened the door. Almost immediately flowers were thrust into (y/n)'s face. "I'm sorry bout how we acted. Please forgive me." Vincent apologized as (y/n) just blinked. 'Well this isn't what I thought was gonna happen.' The young woman thought to themself. "Oh, I, uh, here." Vincent stumbled over their words as he pulled out a bag of (y/n)'s favorite sweets from his Hoodia pocket. 'He's so fucking cute!' (Y/n) tried to hide how adorable they found the man infront of them. "It's all good Vince." (Y/n) sighed leaning against their door frame. "Please, let me make it up to you. I have a fun evening planned if youd let me." "Hmmmm." (Y/n) contemplated the offer. After everything that had happened earlier they didn't really know if they wanted to be around any of the Sinclairs. They dream they had didn't help them any either.

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Reader's pov

After giving it some thought I nodded. "Fine." I agree and watch Vincent let put a sigh of relief. "But can you do something for me first?" I ask feeling the pain in my shoulder. "Anything." I smile softly and turn my back to them. "It's hard to stich it up by myself." I explain showing the Stab wound. Gentle fingers trace over the injury. Ey this better not be like the dream. I mean, I wouldn't mind it, but still! "That don't look too good." Vincent whispers to himself. I gotta say I do like all the fuss that gets brought up over me. "Come on. Let's get that all fixed up." Before I could even reply Vincent sweetly picked me up. Wrapping my legs around him I try not to look too flushed. HIS HANDS ARE ON MY ASS! "Cant have you just walking around all hurt." They tell me in a soft voice. I nod and start to question how he can pick me up so easily. "You're real pretty with your face all red." Vincent tells me, the little twang in their voice making me want to swoon. "OH hush." I chuckle as he walks us into the bedroom.

"Let's get these over on your dresser." Vincent says talking bout the flowers and snack in my hands. Still carrying me they take me over to the dresser and nod their head to show me what to do. "Go on love." Am I still dreaming? Hang on. Let me check. Looking at the flowers I see a thorn and contemplate what I'm about to do. "Hmm." "Don't do it." Vincent order stops me in my tracks. "What?" I ask a little confused. "Not an intrusive thought to follow." He tells me before taking the flowers and snacks from my hands. THIS MANS HOLDING ME WITH JUST ONE FUCKING HAND! After placing everything down Vincent brings me over to the bed. "Mind laying in your stomach for me?" Vincent asks before laying me down. "Totes." I reply with a soft smile. Gently Vincent lays me down on the bed and bends down to my forehead. I could feel the lips from the wax face mask touch my skin for a moment before Vincent whispered to me. "Get comfy." His soft yet raspy voice made my heart flutter. I could only nod in response as I lay down. While they walk off to grab the supplies I decide to take off my tank top. Straps would be getting in the way. Bra stays on.

After a minute Vincent came back into the room with the first aid kit and a cup of tea. "This might hurt." They warn me as they set up. "I know. But I trust you." I smile over my shoulder. Alright, let's see if this is a dream or not. "I'm gonna have to clean it first." Vincent explains while I stare at the bed frame. "Alright hun." I reply in a sweet voice. "Deep breath." One hand was on the dip of my back as Vincent spoke. I listen to their words and do as told. Suddenly it felt like my flesh was on fire! I winced and shoved my face into the pillow. Not a dream! Definitely not a dream! "Fuuuuuck!" I groaned into the pillow as my partner prepared the needle and thread. "I need you to be good and hold still. Ok?" They say gently rubbing my back. "Can you do that for me?" He whispers leaning close to my ear. Oh shit. Ya know, I'd be asking myself if I were into this, but this ain't even a question. I'm fucking into this. "(Y/n), use your words. Can you be good for me?" Vincent asks again. I nod and move my face out of the pillow. "I'll be good." You switchy whore! Vincent takes off their mask and out the corner of my eye I could see them smiling. "Good, good, that's my love." He tells me before kissing my cheek. "Now this is gonna hurt like a bitch." Cant hurt worse than the rubbing alco- FUCKING CHRIST THIS IS WORSE! MUCH, MUCH WORSE! My fists gripped tight to the pillows and blankets on the bed as Vincent worked.

"Come on, just a few more." "It hurts!" "I know love, I know. But I need you to hold still." "I'm trying!" "One more left. Ya got this." God I hope no one is listening outside my door. "Fuuuuuuccckkk!" I groan into my pillow again as Vincent finishes the last stich. "Good girl." They sigh contentedly. Softly Vincent kisses my stiches and rubs my back. "So sweet." He whispers to himself before kissing the small of my back. My breath hitched as I felt their soft lips on my skin. "So brave." Another kiss on my spine. "So strong." Another. I held back a moan. "So," another. "Kind." Another. I held my breath. "And so." They paused. "Beautiful." Vincent's kisses had made a trail up to my neck as I lay on my chest. "(Y/n), I. I want to." They hesitate. "Is it ok?" They ask me softly. "Yes, it's OK." I reply trying to make myself breath again. Almost lovingly Vincent turns me over. Now I'm normally not for people being on top of me. Scares me. But right now. Vincent's hands on either side of my head, there legs on either side of my body, their hair hanging down. "You're so beautiful." I sighed reaching my hand up to touch their face. Caressing the scared half as gently as I could I watched Vincent almost melt. Slowly he leaned down his face a mere centimeter away from mine. "Do you want this?" They ask cautiously. "I do." I nod as Vincent places a hand on my cheek. "Thank you." They sigh before closing the gap between our lips. Vincent's lips were almost softer than I had imagined. He's gotta be using my chapstick or something.

Starting off soft I knew that they were holding back. There was a hesitation in them. Pulling back for a second Vincent looks at me with pleading eyes. "I love you, (y/n)." They confess. "I love you too, Vincent." I confess inturn. The second those words left my body Vincent imedetly started kissing me. Deeply, passionately. My hands made their way to their hair as we made out. Softly I snaked my fingers in as Vincent sat us up. They propped me onto their lap as they held my back and neck. Way better than the dream! Way better than the dream! Then one last time Vincent pulled back again. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." There were tears pricking at his eye as they spoke while catching their breath. "Darling are you okay?" "I'm fantastic!" He chuckles kissing me on the forehead. "I'm fantastic."