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In The Lap Of Luxury

Fandom: Ace Attorney.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Dick Gumshoe x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 10,056.

Summary: On most days, [Y/N] knows she can count on her best friend Maya to come through for her, whatever it is she needs help with, through whatever means necessary… and it would seem that includes pushing her to confess her awkward feelings to Dick.

Chronology: Any game.

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With a deep, heavy nose exhale, I grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door to the office wide; I was tired, both emotionally and physically, and all I wanted at that instant, all I needed was the comfort of Phoenix's sofa. But as I silently made my way through the room, I noticed Maya was there, sitting in the very center of the couch, a hamburger in her hands.

"Oh, hey Maya." I said with a weakened smile as I turned to her.

"Hi, [Y/N]!" She exclaimed in return. "Hey, you look kinda sad... You want some of my burger? I bet that'll cheer you right up!"

"Heh, that's nice of you to offer, but no, thank you." I replied with a slow head shake, still smiling. "A few burger bites honestly aren't enough to bring my mood back up right now... I'd rather let you savor it all."

I looked down at her for a second before I gestured with my head slightly, pointing to her body with my chin.

"But, do you think I could join you on the sofa? I'm dying to rest up."

"Sure." She answered with a nod and a smile.

She proceeded to scoot over to the side a little, to make more room for me.

"Now, sit down! You can't expect me to leave my best friend standing all alone like that!"

"You're so sweet, cutie." I told her with a genuinely affectionate smile, her sheer and simple presence enough to already make me feel slightly better. "But, actually, you didn't have to move. I was thinking I'd lie down over you, if you don't mind that. That lap of yours looks real comfy and I was hoping I could rest my head there."

I took the time to ask her, but I already knew what her answer would be: Maya and I were very close friends who never feared sharing things with one another, including physical proximity, as we were both fond of hugs and never bothered by PDA.

"Ohoho... Is someone getting touchy?" She said teasingly with a sly grin. "But seriously, yeah, come on in, get comfy. I was actually expecting you to say that, considering how down you seem to be. I'll even cuddle with you if you want, since you're so cute."

Maya started to shift a bit, turning herself to the side to leave me more space to lie down on her lap comfortably.

"Thanks, you really are the best best friend anyone could have." I told her as I walked closer to the couch.

I lay down across the seats, my legs dangling over one of the armrests a little as the back of my head found Maya's lap: upon feeling it slowly sink into her warm legs, I closed my eyes and sighed out of relaxation.

"This feels good... Your lap always feels so relaxing..." I said softly. "I didn't expect to see you here at the office when I decided to head in, but I'm actually so glad you are. I kinda need comfort right about now, and I know for a fact your comfort is the best I could have hoped for."

Maya smirked as she bit into her hamburger, before she smiled warmly.

"You're welcome, cutie pie." She said in a soft, comforting tone. "I'm always glad to provide, it's the least I can do for my favorite girl in the world. But... why the sad face, though? You can tell me if something's happened."

I opened my eyes upon hearing her question, then gently sighed once more.

"Well... Can I tell you a secret?" I asked her as I looked up at her face above me.

She paused briefly, her mouth full of hamburger and her eyebrows raised; there was an expression of curiosity on her face as she looked right down at me.

"Of course, what's on your mind?" She asked me in return, an adorable smile on her face.

I kept quiet for a moment, lying still on my back as my eyes turned to the white ceiling high above my head, my gaze lost in nothingness.

"... I have feelings for Detective Gumshoe." I bluntly confessed in one breath, finally breaking the silence in the room.

Maya's head jolted back in genuine surprise as I revealed my secret.

"Gumshoe!?" She exclaimed with her mouth wide open in disbelief, almost dropping her hamburger in the process. "Why, you never said a thing!"

The young girl tried her best to calm down, though she could barely manage to control herself.

"Wait, does Gumshoe know?" She suddenly asked.

"No, no, of course he doesn't, no, that's precisely what the problem is, Maya..." I muttered as I covered my face with both of my hands. "That man is so dense, there's no way on Earth he could ever know simply from the way I behave around him, he doesn't pick up on anything... But at the same time, I'm not brave enough to be straightforward and tell him how I feel..."

I moved my fingers away from my mouth but kept them on my cheeks, which were now pink with blush.

"... So no, he doesn't know." I said with a sigh. "He probably doesn't have a single clue about how both my mind and my body get all tense when he's around me..."

Maya's mouth dropped open even more as I described my love story, and then she started to giggle.

"Oh, [Y/N]... This is priceless, really..." She said with a smile, her body shaking a little. "And I don't mean to laugh, but Gumshoe, of all people? Why him? Isn't he really dull-witted and clumsy?"

"Maya, please..." I said in an ashamed tone, my palms still covering my blushing cheeks. "I know it's true, but you don't have to state things like that..."

I finally removed my hands from my face, allowing me to open my eyes and look back up at Maya, a teasing grin on her face mixed with an expression of genuine confusion.

"Yes, Gumshoe is a little goofy... A little stupid at times, even... and he can be a bit of a mess, sometimes... but I love him, for who he is." I said sincerely. "I love him for his kindness, for his honesty, for his optimism, for his cheerfulness, for his generosity, for his silly humor, for his cute laugh, for his precious smile, and for-... well, for his physique, too..."

Maya chuckled and looked away as she tried not to laugh even harder.

"What do you mean, 'for his physique, too'?" She asked, her curiosity clearly getting the better of her. "Do you mean that you think he's hot and sexy?"

Her voice was progressively getting higher- and higher-pitched the longer she talked.

"Ohoho! [Y/N], is my best friend a pervert!?" She exclaimed teasingly.

"N-No I'm not- Shut up, Maya-" I stuttered slightly out of embarrassment.

I moved on her lap and turned my body to the side, my face now close to her stomach as I closed my eyes shut; for a few seconds, I did not say a word, the only sound in the room that of Maya giggling while she finished her hamburger.

"... He is hot and sexy... I don't just think it." I eventually said in a whisper as I pouted. "He's strong and muscular, with broad shoulders, a wide chest, toned legs, big hands, a square jaw, arms that must feel so warm to be into..."

"And I bet you're already picturing those hands on your body, aren't ya, you sneaky girl?" Maya teased me as she kept laughing. "And what about those big muscles of his? Do you already imagine him carrying you in his arms like a prince carrying a princess in those old Disney movies? And that broad chest, can you imagine your head resting right on top of those big pecs, [Y/N]? What a wonderful place to be, isn't it?"

I felt my entire body overheat as I curled up into a ball on her lap, my face growing entirely red from embarrassment and shame.

"M-Maya!" I awkwardly exclaimed while I turned around, restless.

But no matter how much I would protest, the truth was that she was right: my mind was filled with images of Dick, images I had already envisioned countless times before, images that were practically stored inside my brain.

"Hahaha! I bet you imagine all these things every time you see him!" Maya exclaimed as she kept on teasing me with a mischievous grin.

With her hamburger now finished and her hands free, she raised her arm and used her right index finger to poke my cheek, making me blush more in the process.

"And I bet you can imagine feeling those big, strong muscles of his hugging your body from the rear, and feeling his powerful, manly hands groping you in just the right places, as he whispers all kinds of steamy, naughty words right in your ear..."

I listened to her words without uttering a single one of my own, my embarrassment and racing thoughts preventing me from forming sentences; and as the pictures she painted in my mind became more and more suggestive, I simply could not help but feel a tingling sensation all over my body, my imagination running wild with lewd images.

"Ahaa, what's this?" Maya asked after noticing my reaction. "Could it be you like the way that sounds? That's not so bad, [Y/N], I won't judge... After all, what kind of girl wouldn't feel giddy at the thought of being caressed like that? What a naughty girl you are..."

She let out a giggle and raised her hand, poking me once again.

"Well, you should probably try to forget all this naughty stuff, or else you'll get too excited..." She said as she started to calm down a little. "How about we go back to talking about normal things, hm?"

"... Yes, please..." I replied in a quiet voice still filled with embarrassment. "Normal things..."

I progressively removed my hands from my face completely, revealing to Maya how much I was blushing and how awkward the look in my eyes was. I stared up at her smiling face, her expression playful and her eyes sparkling.

"I'm sorry for being all... like that." I started as I slightly motioned with my hands. "It's just... I can't help it, y'know? Gumshoe does that to me, and it's kind of a hard feeling to fight..."

"Don't feel bad, [Y/N]!" Maya exclaimed, her tone swaying between sincerity and amusement. "I mean, I can't blame you. Gumshoe is hot in his own way... I guess...? He may not have any brains, but he's totally a hunky, sexy man, especially as a detective, with that stylish trenchcoat of his."

"Hey, what have I told you about making comments about his intellect?" I said with a pout as my eyebrows furrowed. "Don't talk about him like he's a complete moron with no brain cells whatsoever, that's just mean and such an exaggeration... Besides, I've told you, I'm not just attracted to his body- I mean, yes, I do find him handsome, but there's so much more than just that, I love him as a human being, for everything that he is... y'know?"

"Alright, alright, I get it, he's your true love, your knight in shining armor, you'll always love him, you'll die for him, yadda yadda yadda..." She said sarcastically. "But then, why haven't you told him how you really feel yet? You said it yourself, he's totally incapable of recognizing the signs you give him... So why not simply say the big words out loud?"

"You say 'simply', but it's really far from simple, Maya..." I told her while I lowered my eyes.

I watched my hands gently fidget with my fingers as I took a deep breath, feelings of uncertainty and sorrow invading my mind from within.

"... I'm too scared to tell him I love him... too scared of rejection." I admitted with a sigh. "If I confess to him and he doesn't reciprocate my feelings- which I'm sure is what would happen, our friendship would be completely ruined... and it'd make working with him a real pain in the ass, since we would both be really awkward around each other from that point on..."

"C'mon, [Y/N], you two are already really good friends, so even if he does reject you, I'm sure nothing would change in your relationship." She said with a smile, trying to be reassuring. "But seriously... I refuse to believe he doesn't like you back, even if just a little. Are you really telling me there isn't even a single sign that he's into you? I mean, I see the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you... I see the way you two act around each other. So I'd say there's definitely some chemistry there!"

"He has chemistry with everyone, Maya... in one way or another." I started in a quiet voice, my cheeks slightly rosy. "I've never really noticed any difference in the way he looks at me compared to how he looks at everyone else... He's kind to everyone, it's just in his genes."

I continued to stare at my hands, at my fingers twisting around each other as I felt the blush on my cheeks intensify.

"... Though, I'll admit, when it comes to working criminal cases, he tends to agree to share information with me more easily than with you or Phoenix, even though I'm also part of the defense..." I said in a shy tone. "But I'm sure he has his own reasons..."

"Maybe he only shares information with you because he's more comfortable around you... or maybe because he knows you'll keep it all to yourself, while if he told Phoenix, he'd probably blab that to everyone in five seconds." She said jokingly. "But seriously, [Y/N]... He's always hanging around you, even outside of work, and he always acts very gentlemanly towards you, you can even see in his eyes that he cares about you. Do you truly not think there's something there?"

For a moment, silence came to settle in the office, neither of us saying a word, until I breathed a heavy sigh and brought my hands back to my face.

"Ughhh... I just don't know..." I let out in a desperate tone.

As I lay with my head still resting on Maya's lap, I closed my eyes and sought refuge in my mind, going back to being silent for a few more seconds.

"... You know, Maya, you're my best friend, and I adore you." I spoke up suddenly. "But right about now, I just wish I-"

I cut my sentence short upon feeling shyness and embarrassment take over me, my eyes widening while my skin reddened.

"... I just wish I could be lying on his lap..." I admitted with shame.

For a moment, Maya did not say anything in return, leaving the room quiet, and leaving me to wonder whether I had maybe said too much; or, worse, offended my best friend in some way.

"... Well, who says we can't make that happen?" She suddenly said in a surprisingly enthusiastic tone.

Her rhetorical question made me remove my hands from my face, and when I looked up at hers, I could see somewhat of a mischievous smile shaping her lips, her fists on her hips: I knew her well enough to know she had something in mind.

"What do you mean?" I inquired with a hint of suspicion.

"I mean, what if..."

She let the end of her question hang in the air for suspense while she reached for something inside her kimono, which turned out to be her phone.

"... I was to give Gumshoe a little call and get him to come here to the office right now?" She finished with a smirk, not even waiting for my response to start pressing buttons on her phone.

"M-Maya, no, wait-" I mumbled as I tried reaching for her hands.

But I was too slow for her: by the time I had already risen on the sofa from my lying position, Maya had already finished dialing Dick's number and brought the phone up to her right ear, a wide smile displayed on her face as she stared at me.

"... Detective Gumshoe? Yes, it's Maya Fey!" She exclaimed. "Hey, listen, I know it's kinda outta nowhere, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in swinging by Phoenix's office at the agency to... discuss the current case we're all working on! I mean, why not, right?"

It was clear as day, by the look on her face that she was enjoying herself, enjoying playing with my emotions as I watched, powerless.

"... Oh, it's going to be your lunch break right now? Well... you're in luck! 'Cause there's food here, plenty enough for you... food you wouldn't have to pay for... free food..."

After a second or two, she slightly pushed the phone away from her ear and leaned closer to me.

"He's thinking about it..." She whispered with a nod.

But before she could give him any time to actually consider the offer, she placed the phone back against her ear and cleared her throat.

"Oh, and... [Y/N]'s here with me, too." She said as she sent me a teasing wink. "... You'll come? Awesome! See you in a bit then! Bye!"

And with that, she hung up and stuffed her phone back inside her kimono, her lips pursed into a proud grin.

"... Maya, what have you done?" I said as I covered my face with my palms, my entire face red with embarrassment.

"I've done wonders." She replied, still grinning widely. "I've gotten you some nice quality time with your favorite detective."

An awkward silence permeated the room for a few seconds, until she turned to me and sighed with exaggerated exasperation.

"Oh, c'mon! What's wrong? You wanted him, didn't you?" She asked playfully, though with an ounce of seriousness.

"But after everything you and I said... After all the teasing you've made me sit through... I'm not gonna be able to look at him without... without blushing like a mess and stumbling on my words!" I exclaimed with shame. "I'm not gonna be able to talk to him without thinking of... and picturing all the dirty things you told me..."

"Is that such a bad thing?" She asked with a mischievous smile. "You're cute when you blush, and I'm sure you could use all that sweet awkwardness to your advantage..."

"Besides, you lied to him!" I continued without acknowledging her comments. "You told him we have food for lunch here, but we don't! We've got nothing to eat at the office!"

The two of us looked into each other's eyes as we both remained silent, Maya blinking a few times.

"... Shoot, you're right." She said in a slightly panicked tone.

She had barely finished speaking when she got up from the sofa and sprung on her feet, making her way to the door and out of the office.

"Well, I'm off to buy all three of us lunch, then!" She declared enthusiastically.

"You? Buy? With what money?"

"Yours." She answered with a wink as she pulled a wallet out of her kimono.

A wallet that looked suspiciously like mine.

"Hey, wait a minute!" I exclaimed as I frantically searched my pockets. "How did you-"

But before I could even finish my sentence, Maya had already walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, leaving me alone in the office.

"Maya, c'mon!" I called out to her, though I knew she was already too far gone to hear me. "Don't just leave me here on my own!"

And yet, there I was.

After a solid minute of solitude, my phone buzzed and on the screen appeared a text from my supposed best friend.

I closed my eyes and sighed heavily as I finished reading her series of texts.

"Goddamn it Maya..." I whispered to myself.

There was nothing I could do but wait; wait for her to come back, wait for Dick to arrive, wait for the stress to build up inside me. So, that was what I did. Reluctantly, I set my phone down beside me on the sofa and adjusted my body so that my side was against the right armrest. And I waited. In silence. My patience growing thinner and thinner with each minute passing. More and more thoughts flooding my mind as what felt like an eternity went by.

Until a knock on the door broke the silence oppressing me, a singular knock that both ended my misery and made it ten times worse.

There's no way this is Maya... I thought to myself. I haven't really kept track of time since she left, but it definitely hasn't been 30 minutes...

Before I had time to even turn around, the knock was quickly followed by the sound of the door opening wide, and my heart rate picked up at light speed.

"Heya, pals!" Dick's voice echoed behind me, his tone as enthusiastic as always.

"Good afternoon, Detective." I said with much less eagerness than him, my smile forced and my cheeks pink.

As he made his way to the center of the room, his eyes looked down at me and his brow furrowed.

"Maya's not here?" He asked with his head slightly tilted.

"Well- She's the one who called you earlier, and as you can probably see, there's also no food here..." I started in an awkward tone. "She promised you food for lunch but the truth is, she's on her way to go buy us food right now... So we just have to wait for her to come back..."

A short moment of silence settled between the two of us, and I was utterly too embarrassed to bring myself to look into his eyes.

"Oh... Alright then." He simply said.

"Sorry..." I let out in a soft whisper.

"Hey now, there's no need for ya to apologize, pal." He told me in an attempt to comfort me. "I can wait for her to come back, I don't mind. We'll be keeping each other company in the meantime, hm?"

I watched his lips shape into a warm smile as he buried his hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat, my gaze shy and as discreet as could be.

"And we can always start discussing the case without her, y'know? If anything that'd prolly be better, there are some things too confidential for her to know..."

He reached for the back of his head with his right hand as he chuckled, a low, affectionate chuckle that almost made me hold my breath.

"So anyway, don't sweat it out, alright, pal?" He said reassuringly.

"... Yeah..." I replied timidly with a slight nod. "... Thanks."

While still smiling, Dick approached the sofa opposite the one I was sitting on; the sofa whose existence I had quite frankly completely forgotten about since I had entered the office. And, somehow, seeing him not sit beside me, body against body, thigh against thigh, so close to each other on a single couch filled me to the brim with both relief and frustration.

"Now then, the case..." He started as he rested his back against the sofa. "Who's that second witness you and Wright paid a visit to yesterday, again?"

He asked me his question nonchalantly, as if completely unbothered by my reaction he seemingly did not pick up on, by my thoughts he thankfully did not have access to.

"Oh, right, you weren't there yesterday when we met up with him because it was so late in the evening." I said almost as to remind myself. "Well, Phoenix told me he'd let you know a few things about him and how our interrogation went, but knowing him and his dedication to the whole defense versus prosecution quarrel, I bet he hasn't actually told you much."

"He most certainly hasn't." He responded with a chuckle. "He did drop by the precinct this morning, but he didn't mention it to me at all, actually."With his legs slightly spread apart, each of his hands rested atop his knees, his palms hugging the fabric of his pants and his fingers relaxed.

"Not even a single mention?" I asked with a hint of surprise. "Maybe he simply forgot altogether, most things tend to slip his mind these days... Well, in any case, the witness had-"

I suddenly cut myself short, words no longer capable of slipping through my lips, as my eyes inexplicably went back to looking at his hands, as if on their own, as if out of instinct. And now that they had seen his hands, they were all I could see, all I could think of: his big, strong, manly hands, as Maya had described them to me. And the things she had said to tease me came back to haunt me.

I shifted on the sofa as I tried to look away, feeling my cheeks redden from the thought of Dick's hands on my body, feeling me up and down sensually, a thought that now clouded all others.

"Hum, s-so, Phoenix and I went to the, uh, crime scene yesterday... evening... a-and we saw the witness on the way, since he works there... but, um, you already k-know that..." I started as I awkwardly tumbled and stumbled on all of my words. "He's, hum, the victim's brother... y-younger brother..."

I had more to say, but all I could do at that moment was continue to stare at his hands on his lap as I prayed to God he would not notice what my eyes were looking at.

"Hm... Interesting." He said while nodding, showing no signs whatsoever of having picked up on my behavior, which was for the better, considering the situation. "So what about him?"

"W-Well..."

I took a short moment to clear my throat in an attempt to put a stop to my stammering, though the task seemed arduous, given the thoughts that were floating through my head.

"As you already know, he, hum, first showed up out of the blue during the first day of the trial, and his appearance and testimony are... actually what led to it being extended to another day. So, as you can probably imagine, Phoenix and I had some questions to ask him regarding what he possibly knows about the case as a whole. But, well... he wasn't actually all that, uh, cooperative, and he was very vague with his answers... We both think it's... kind of suspicious."

"So lemme get this straight..." He started as he tilted his head to the side, a focused expression in his eyes. "He was suspicious during his first testimony, right? As in, he was hiding stuff? And now you're tellin' me he still acted shifty during your encounter yesterday, like he still couldn't tell you everything? Yeah, if you ask me, that's not just suspicious, that sounds really damn suspicious."

"And that's not all." I started as I got up from the sofa. "Yesterday, after we were done interrogating him, he gave us something before leaving, a piece of evidence that should supposedly help us in our investigation... according to him."

As I said those words, I made my way to Phoenix's desk in one corner of the room, going around it to access the drawers; pulling open the top one, I extracted from it a thin security bag containing said evidence.

"But if you ask me, I think it's actually a red herring." I added as I stared down at the object in my hands. "I don't know why, and I can't explain why, but I just have a feeling he's trying to throw us off by giving us this..."

"And just what exactly is this 'piece of evidence' he gave ya?" He asked me while tilting his head, remaining seated on the couch but turning around to look at me. "And what's your reason exactly to be so skeptical about it?"

"See for yourself." I answered as I walked back to him, back to the two sofas, the bag in hand.

Once standing in front of him, I opened my palm and revealed to his eyes the evidence that was a locket necklace. But as he reached for it, as his fingers touched the plastic, both my body and my mind suddenly froze.

Oh no. Not again.

Just as I had finally managed to rid my brain of any thoughts involving Dick's hands, my eyes were now looking down at every other part of him: his right arm, raised towards me, his muscles concealed by his clothes yet still somewhat discernible, his large torso, slowly rising and falling with each breath he took, his legs, slightly spread open, not enough to be inappropriate but still enough for my thoughts to run wild, and that look on his face, that stare in his eyes.

And there I stood. In front of him. Motionless. Flushed. Silent. Still holding onto one end of the evidence bag, despite his fingers holding onto the other.

"... Hum, ya alright pal?" He asked me with a slight chuckle, one that expressed both amusement and confusion.

While his gaze never left mine for even a second, he seemed to not be perceiving what was happening between the two of us, and that, frankly, was for the better; but when he eventually took notice of how much I was blushing, his smile turned into a frown.

"Wait, you're not sick or somethin', are you?" He now asked me with audible concern. "You're lookin' a lil too beet red for it to just be room temperature..."

With that remark, I finally snapped back to reality and gulped before clearing my throat.

"N-No- I'm... I'm fine... don't worry." I struggled to say as I shook my head.

Without looking into his eyes, my head turned to the side, I let go of the evidence bag, leaving it in Dick's hand.

"I-It's probably just the hunger getting to me..." I said in an attempt to save myself.

This is so embarrassing. I thought to myself as I closed my eyes. Our interactions sometimes happen to be awkward, most of the time due to how flustered I can get around him, but this... this is just plain pathetic, I'm making such a fool of myself...

"Ha, I know the feeling, pal!"

While my eyes were still closed, I suddenly felt both of his hands land on my shoulders, which prompted me to quickly turn my gaze back to him.

"I know you're impatiently waiting for Maya to return with our food, but you gotta hang in there, [Y/N]." He told me with a beaming smile, a sparkle in his eyes. "I'd hate to see you starve on my watch."

I felt my body temperature rise exponentially as his hands gripped my shoulders without too much pressure, though enough to hold me in place; as I looked back into his eyes, my heart beating so furiously in my chest it hurt.

"I mean, can you imagine the amount of paperwork I'd have to fill to report a dead pal on duty?" He jokingly said while laughing.

"Haha... ha... yeah..." I let out as I awkwardly forced myself to laugh with him. "B-But seriously, Gumshoe, I'm alright... thanks for worrying about me, t-though..."

It was still incredibly hard for me to look him in the eyes when all I could think about were his hands on my shoulders: so hard, in fact, I had to divert my eyes slightly, and my gaze fell upon the evidence bag he had set down to his left on the sofa. Without a word, he stared at me for a moment, his eyes partially squinted and his head ever so slightly tilted, as if analyzing my behavior, as if he did not fully believe me.

"Hmm... You say that, but it don't change the fact you're still lookin' a little red..." He said with lingering concern.

Another moment of silence ensued, during which he was visibly deep in thought, the turning gears of his mind almost visible to the naked eye; until a gentle smile then appeared on his face after a minute or so, his eyes still locked into mine.

"... Y'know what, pal? I think you should probably sit down." He told me with a soft nod while he patted the seat on the couch to his right. "Even if ya say you're fine and all that, I'd say you still need to take a seat. You really look like you could use it, honestly."

My eyes opened wide right then and there; something Dick must have surely interpreted as yet another sign of my "sicken" state. In fact, I could feel that redness on my face he had mentioned intensify as I quickly raked my brain for something to say in response, a slight sense of panic growing inside me.

I can't sit next to him- I just can't do it- But it's not like I've never done it before- I mean, c'mon it's literally just sitting down beside him- I've sat next to him before, a shit ton of times- How is that hard? How is now any different? Except it is different- All I can think about right now is my discussion with Maya and my feelings for him-

But before I could utter even a single word in protest, I felt his remaining hand on my right shoulder strengthen its grasp, as if trying to move my body.

"C'mon, come here!"

Upon hearing these enthusiastically spoken words, I suddenly felt my upper body be pulled down and towards him: somehow, with the strength of only one hand, he was able to bring me close to him, guiding me to his right on the sofa. Flushed and speechless, I let him sit me down without a glance or a word.

"There ya go, [Y/N]." He said with a warm smile I caught in the corner of my eye while his left hand finally let go of my shoulder now that we were side by side.

His body was now right beside mine, his presence overwhelming on the couch that seemed oddly small all of a sudden, as if it had not been made for a man of his physique, his broad stature taking up all the space around me.

And still, I remained silent, unable to find anything to say. I was no longer hesitating between these mixed feelings of frustration and relief from earlier: now that it had been done, now that I was sitting next to him, I knew relief was what I should have felt. Because there now was nothing I could do, nothing I could feel but my heart pounding in my chest louder than a hundred drums combined.

"... So!" He suddenly spoke up amidst the quietness as he turned to his left and picked the security bag back up. "I don't believe you actually told me what this new piece of evidence is about, pal."

The sound of his voice reached my ears and finally snapped me back to reality, back to the topic at hand, back to the investigation I had completely forgotten about for a moment.

"Oh, hum, right-" I started embarrassingly as I cleared my throat gently. "Sorry about all that..."

I shifted in my seat a little as I finally found the courage to turn my head to him, although my eyes stopped at his hand before they could reach his face.

"So, as I told you, the witness gave this to Phoenix and me yesterday, supposedly because it's linked to the case... The thing is, all he was willing to tell us was that it belonged to his sister. Other than that, we have no idea what its connection to the case is exactly or where he got it. Did he pick it up off her corpse? Or did he find it in her personal belongings? Who knows?"

"I see..." He simply said to both me and himself as he opened the bag and pulled the locket out of it. "If he just gave it to you without any context or explanation, it's fair you think it's suspicious."

"And that's not all." I added as I pointed at the necklace with my right index finger. "The weirdest part is that the locket, while clearly meant to hold a picture, is actually empty... As if whatever was once contained in it had been taken out... for whatever reason."

"Well, it's obvious he's purposefully omitting some pretty crucial details, here..."

"Yeah, that's for certain." I said in agreement as I sighed. "But what exactly... That I do not know. And neither does Phoenix."

With yet another sigh, I closed my eyes and let my head fall backward, leaving it on the headrest of the sofa, my neck outstretched.

"... God, I'm stumped." I let out in a defeated voice, my eyes still closed. "I hate this feeling of hitting a dead end... especially with a case like this one. I hate to say it because we've only been investigating it for a short while, but I can't wait for it to end already..."

"Mhm... It's only been a few days, pal... Give us some time and we'll solve this case in a jiffy." I heard him say in a soft and confident tone. "I wouldn't worry about a dead end, we got our minds and our hearts set on figuring this one out, and I just know we'll get there eventually. And we'll do it together... Trust me on this one, pal."

I listened to him, to the sound of his calming voice, of his reassuring and comforting words erasing my doubts and uncertainty, while his kindness made my heart beat just a little faster.

Despite starting to grow physically tired, I opened my eyes and turned my head to my left, my neck still resting against the sofa, and looked up at Dick's face: as if telepathically, he mirrored my movements and his eyes stared into mine.

"... Thank you, Dick." I said with sincerity and affection, and only a tinge of shyness. "Really."

"No problem, pal." The detective responded with a chuckle as he shifted his body ever so slightly closer to mine on the couch, his voice carrying a hint of tenderness that matched the look in his eyes. "But you don't gotta thank me, I'm only doin' my duty as your friend... That's what I'm here for."

I lost myself in his smile, warm and soothing, and I knew right then and there it was the moment.

Now's the time. I have to make a move. The conversation is slowly developing away from the topic of the case... I have the perfect opening.

With a quiet gulp, my gaze still intertwined with his, my heart picking up the pace, I scooted closer to him myself.

I'm sick of being shy: I know he's often blind to most of my advances, but there comes a point when I simply have to make him see things clearly... and it would seem I've just reached it.

With that thought in mind and no spoken words, I closed my eyes and let my head gently fall on his right shoulder, the fabric of his trench coat coming in soft contact with my hair.

Even though I had no way of seeing his expression on his face, I could still perceive his reaction to my gesture; I felt his body jolt lightly and his limbs stiffen upon placing my head against his shoulder, at the same time as a gentle, almost inaudible gasp slipped through his lips and reached my ears.

Although I may have seemed nonchalant and collected on the outside, my heart kept skipping beats inside my chest, the heat emanating from his body making me lightheaded. And I could also hear his, both of our hearts thumping in synchronization, both of our breathing steadily increasing in intensity.

"... Um... [Y/N]?" He suddenly spoke up in a slightly trembling and quiet voice, as if he did not want to ruin that moment of intimacy.

"Do... Do you mind?" I asked him just as quietly, trying as best as I could to sound confident in my actions despite my transpiring apprehension.

"U-Um... No... not at all..." He answered nervously, not making any effort to try and hide the stress in his voice. "I j-just... I didn't expect it..."

"Sorry..." I said with a gentle, awkward chuckle. "I didn't mean to startle you... I'm just... really tired."

Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared down at Dick's lower body, at his legs on the sofa, his hands resting on his lap.

"As you know, it was pretty late in the evening yesterday when I accompanied Phoenix to the crime scene... and even later when I got back home. I couldn't fall asleep until late, and this morning I had to get up early... so I haven't had much sleep, to be honest with you. So... I'm feeling a little exhausted... and I suppose I kind of wanted a pillow for my head."

"Oh... R-Right." He said in return, slightly stuttering. "And I s'pose you thought I'd make a comfortable pillow... right?"

"W-Well, you're the only other person here..." I replied with a hint of embarrassment. "... And... you really are comfortable, Dick... your shoulder feels really warm and soft, actually..."

"R-Really?" He asked with an awkward chuckle of his own. "I'm flattered... pal."

I smiled to myself; a smile he could not see, but which I was sure would have been a pleasing sight for his eyes.

For a brief moment, silence reigned between us, neither of us saying a word nor making a sound. I closed my eyes again, savoring that moment with every fiber of my being, until I opened them back and cleared my throat gently.

"Dick, is it... is it okay if I..."

Without bothering to even finish my question, I subtly snuggled closer to him and grabbed his right arm with both of mine, wrapping them around his limb while my head remained on his shoulder.

Once again, I could feel his entire body stiffen as I moved closer to him and wrapped my hands around his arm, along with his breathing audibly quickening.

"Y-Yeah... You can, [Y/N]..." He said in a soft and quiet voice, not even trying to mask the nervousness he was feeling.

"Are you sure?" I anxiously asked him as I began to loosen my grip on his arm, sensing the hesitation in his tone. "I can let go if you're uncomfortable... if you don't want me... this close to you."

"N-No!" He promptly exclaimed. "Um, I mean- It's... It's fine, I don't really mind..."

I heard him take a deep breath above my head before I saw his left hand fidget on his lap.

"I don't really know how I'm supposed to say this, [Y/N], or even if I should say it, but... I kinda like it, actually..."

I held my breath for a moment, feeling my chest stop rising as the realization hit me that maybe, just maybe, his feelings were not so far from mine after all.

"... You do?" I softly asked him while I strengthened my grasp around his arm.

"Y-Yeah... I do, [Y/N]..." He confessed. "You feel nice on my shoulder, and... I dunno, I just feel like... There's something nice and comforting between us, something that just feels right, y'know? And... I just like it... I like feeling this comfort with you."

"Dick..." I whispered to myself under my breath.

I needed to take a moment to process his words, to let my mind quiet down and my body cool off after having heard him say such wholesome and beautiful things, things I had never thought I would have ever heard him say.

And once I had gotten a bit calmer, I pressed my cheek against his shoulder and gulped quietly.

"... Why haven't you ever said anything before, then?" I asked, my tone bittersweet.

"What... What do you mean?"

Letting go of his right arm just ever so slightly, I raised my head from his shoulder and turned to him: this time, without an ounce of hesitation, I stared up into his hazel eyes and did not back down.

"This isn't the first time... something like this has happened, Dick. I mean, sure, yes, we've never... really been this close to one another before... but I've sat close to you, I've... touched your arms, your hands, I've spoken softly to you. I've complimented you, too, tons of times... whether mentally or physically. And yet..."

Feeling my cheeks redden the longer I spoke, I paused to take a breath, though without looking away from his face.

"... Yet today is the first and only day you're actually expressing yourself in return..."

"Because I'm an idiot, okay?" He almost immediately responded, his voice no longer as light and soft, now carrying a heavy sense of resentment and frustration towards himself. "I've been too... dense, blind, and stupid to really pick up on any of these things."

"Don't say that." I promptly told him as I tugged at his arm tighter, a frown covering my lips while my eyebrows furrowed. "Please, Dick, don't say such things... You're not an idiot, you're not stupid..."

I slowly shook my head as I spoke, desperately hoping for him to look back into my eyes, his gaze now avoiding mine.

"I don't blame you, for not having said anything before, I'm not angry."

While my left hand still held his arm in place, the other slowly went up his sleeve, making its way to his shoulder.

"And that's because I know you. I know the man you are, a man who... doesn't always feel comfortable sharing his emotions and expressing his feelings. You're not the type to say things, you do them. You don't voice your affection... you tend to show it instead."

For a moment, he did not answer; but while his gaze was still avoiding mine, I finally saw his expression soften, the frustration and self-resentment now long gone from his face.

"... Are ya tryin' to make me cry?" He asked softly, a hint of humor to his tone.

"No- No, please don't cry." I answered in a pleading voice with an affectionate smile. "That'd be the last thing I'd want to see right now..."

I stopped my right hand just below his shoulder, my palm against the sleeve of his trench coat, sensing my heartbeat quicken as I felt his muscles underneath.

"... All I'm trying to do is understand why today is different. Why... why you've never shown much before and even less so said anything before... while you're being more open with me today than you've ever been before..."

And along with the pounding in my chest came the red hue on my face.

"Oh- Don't get me wrong, I'm not... I'm not complaining... not in the slightest." I continued, more shyly. "But... hearing you say there's something nice between us and that you like feeling this comfort with me... I never thought I'd ever get to hear you say such things."

"Well... To be honest, I'm kinda surprised myself I've even had the guts to say all this stuff out loud just then..." He confessed with a tender chuckle and a brief shrug. "Especially since... there's always so much going through my mind when I'm around you and especially right now, like, a ton more things I'm thinking about..."

"Things like what?" I softly asked him as I stared at his face, admiring his features.

"Things like how cute your face looks right now with that blush on your cheeks... How soft your hair feels... How comfortable it feels to rest my arm alongside yours... How badly I wanna get even closer to you and wrap my arms 'round you and hold you real tight... How much I wanna kiss you... Things I really should just shut up about, actually-" He blurted out, the words coming out of his mouth quicker than he intended them to.

I fell utterly silent, my eyes wide open, my lips slightly parted, my face flushed, my chest no longer moving as I had started holding my breath altogether; I could think of nothing to say, my mind a complete blur as Dick's words sent my brain into overdrive, leaving me too stunned and shy to even move.

Eventually, seeing I was not reacting at all, he finally turned his head to me and stared back at me. And as my eyes met his, I could read in them a sweetness, a profound sincerity: just what I needed to clear the fog over my thoughts.

Not without apprehension and one deep gulp, I inched my right hand up to his shoulder at last and leaned ever so closer to him, our faces only a few inches away from one another.

"... Why don't you?" I asked him in a murmur, in a tone that came out much more sensual than I would have liked. "Do all these things you want to do so bad, I mean..."

He looked back at me for a moment, silent, seemingly debating mentally on what the best course of action was; once his decision made, his eyes slowly drifted downward to my hand on his shoulder, his gaze intense.

"... Well..." He started confidently, though nervousness could be heard.

Instead of continuing his sentence, he slowly turned on the sofa to face me and reached for my lower body with his arms, wrapping them around my waist and sides, just as he had fantasized.

My pulse skyrocketed and my breath hitched as I felt myself being pulled into his embrace, bringing me ever so closer to him. With the way the two of us were sitting beside each other, I had no choice but to throw my legs up and over his own, leaving them to lie over his lap while both of my hands found their way to his shoulders: the sensation of finding myself in his arms was indescribable, feelings of warmth, comfort, and safety quickly overwhelming me in the best of ways.

And in my eyes, a glimmer of love I could see appear in his.

I saw the spark of affection in his gaze and, although it was somewhat sudden, the smile it brought to my face was genuine and not one I could restrain.

Slowly, the detective squeezed me slightly tighter from around my waist then gently placed his right hand on the back of my head, his thumb starting to tenderly caress my hair; and as he did so, I watched him lean forward with determination, bringing his face right in front of mine, so close I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks.

"[Y/N]..." He murmured as his eyes moved from mine to my mouth.

I felt my breath catch in my throat and closed my eyes shut as I finally found myself entirely enclosed by him. Though I could not see it, I could feel Dick slowly moving his left hand up to my neck, cupping my face with his palm and slightly tilting it; just as much as I could feel him press his lips onto mine, creating a sudden and intense rush of passion within my body, a feeling I never wanted to relinquish.

While still in the dark, I brought one of my hands up to his face, my palm rubbing against the rough skin of his cheek and skin; the other left his shoulder, falling to his chest, my fingers gently scraping his shirt, almost as if they wanted to slither their way through the fabric.

I willingly pulled away from him, but only for a very brief instant, only to let my breath mix with his as our mouths remained an inch apart.

"I love you." I promptly murmured in a heavy pant, my eyes still closed.

And with those three words, I brought my lips back against his.

It seemed as though my sweet words had triggered a reaction in him that pushed him to pull me even tighter into his embrace, the sensations of yearning and desire reaching an all-time high inside both of us. The moment my lips returned to his, I heard a slight groan escape his throat, a sound that excited me to no end, as both of our breathing became a rhythm that seemed to match the beating of our chests.

"I love you, too." He whispered into my lips, his words barely audible.

And I now understood exactly what my confession had triggered in him, as his made me go through the same reaction

The longer it all lasted, the more I wanted of it; his large mouth against mine, his strong hands holding my body, his heavy breath in my ears, his burning touch all over my skin. But we inevitably had to pull away from each other after a short while, giving me the time to catch my breath as I kept my eyes closed, my face still close to his, my body still partly sitting over his on the sofa.

For a moment, we remained that way, the two of us in close proximity while both of our breathing slowed down, until Dick only then released his grasp on me, though he kept one arm loosely around my waist.

"... [Y/N], w-was I... did I act too fast?" He stuttered slightly, awkwardness and nervousness clearly present in his voice. "I-I'm sorry, I couldn't... help myself..."

At last, I opened my eyes upon hearing his apology and was faced with the sight of his other hand holding the nape of his neck, his head slightly down as an expression of guilt and uncertainty invaded his facial features, his thick eyebrows furrowed and his lips frowning.

With a warm smile, my hands returned to his chest and I pressed my palms against his shirt once more as I leaned forward, trying to catch his gaze.

"Hey, hey, why are you sorry?" I asked in an attempt to comfort him. "Dick, that was perfect. The kissing, the embrace, everything. It was all wonderful."

He stared back at me and let out a silent chuckle, his face now displaying relief and tenderness.

"A-Are ya sure?" He asked me softly. "I've, uh, never really done this before, so... so I've no idea if I did things right or not..."

"Yes, I'm sure." I answered him sincerely with a gentle chuckle of my own. "You did things very right, don't worry."

I tilted my head just a little as I brought one of my hands up to his jawline while I stared into his eyes, still smiling.

"Don't you think the same? Did it not feel perfect for you?"

"It did- It felt great... and perfect." He promptly replied, still slightly embarrassed, while his gaze met mine. "But... ya gotta understand, [Y/N]. Being around you all the time, an' being so close to you constantly... i-it makes me feel things, and then my brain gets all stupid around you, and..."

His voice trailed off as his gaze turned downward.

"Hehe, that's alright, I don't mind a little stupid." I teasingly said as I giggled lightly. "I'm flattered to hear I make you 'feel things', Dick... but there's truly no reason for you to be so nervous and awkward around me... especially now. Now that we both know how we feel, there's no need for us to have doubts and hesitate. And I know it's easier said than done, but I'm sure you'll get used to it, and so will your brain."

I could easily tell from his body language that he had needed to hear my affectionate and reassuring words.

"Yeah, you're probably right... I mean, I already know how I feel 'bout you, and now I know how ya feel about me too... There shouldn't really be anything for me to worry about, now should there? I guess I just need to get more confident around you, is all."

"Exactly!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. "Now that's the Dick Gumshoe I know and love."

As I laughed softly, I moved my second hand from his chest, joining the other on his face, both of my palms now lovingly holding both of his cheeks.

"Y'know [Y/N]... I may have to kiss you again right now, just to prove how exactly confident I'm startin' to feel." He joked with his tone now filled with playfulness.

"Hmm... Well, I'm right here." I said with a seductive smile as I leaned even closer to him, my body almost fully on his lap. "Why don't you just go ahead and show me?"

He chuckled warmly as he watched me move closer to him, his gaze wandering down to my lips for a moment before looking right into my eyes once more; he brought his head down again and covered my lips with his, this time not breaking apart until we would both be breathless.

Or, at least, until the door of the office suddenly opened wide, the unexpected sound startling both of us.

"Hey guys, I'm back with our lunch! Sorry it took me so long, hopefully you're not starving, hehe!"

Finding ourselves caught red-handed, the loud bang of the door drove us both to pull away from one another, jolting back from our passionate kiss as we let out a collective gasp.

I promptly turned around on the sofa, my eyes wide open and my cheeks red, only to see a grinning Maya standing in the doorway, her expression both amused and shocked.

"W-Well, this is awkward..." Dick muttered under his breath while he stared at the young girl, his voice filled with embarrassment.

"M-Maya, I-"

"You don't have to say anything, [Y/N]." She cut me off with a smirk. "I see you two have made good use of that nice quality time together..."

With a devilish giggle, she began making her way to us, a plastic bag full of food in her right hand.

"... Although I can't say I'm seeing your head on his lap." She added with a slight pout, as if disappointed. "Oh, but it's alright, you're practically sitting on it, that's good enough."

Upon hearing her teasing remark, I looked down at myself and realized I had indeed not yet moved from my position over Dick's legs: I immediately stopped holding him and slid back into my seat on the couch next to him, my eyes still shy and my face still flushed.

"W-Whatever..."

Watching her approach us and take a seat on the sofa opposite the one we were sitting on, I cleared my throat and turned my attention to the bag in her hand.

"Anyway, tell us what you bought us and let's just eat already." I said in an attempt to alleviate the awkwardness reigning in the air of the room.

Maya chuckled as she set the bag down on the table between the two sofas, her eyes shifting from me to Dick and back to me again, that teasing smile still etched on her lips.

"Nice change of subject there." She answered playfully, obviously still amused by the situation. "... Anyway, don't you worry, I bought plenty of good stuff."

As she said those words, she took various meals, drinks, and snacks from the bag, which she then presented in front of us, allowing us to pick which ones we wished to eat.

"Thanks, Maya." I said sincerely, a gentle smile on my lips. "This all looks really delicious... and, to be honest, I was getting pretty hungry."

Grabbing one of the meals and bringing it closer to me, I then paused: I turned my head to my left and stared into Dick's eyes, before I lovingly smiled at him in silence. And he stared right back.

Despite his expression quickly growing shy, his gaze did not falter from mine as his eyes took in my face, my smile, my red cheeks; all things that now seemed to have so much more meaning to him.

[perplexedflower]

En Garde

Fandom: Professor Layton.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Hershel Layton x Female Reader.

Type: Mini one shot.

Words: 993.

Summary: Swordsmanship may be hard, but managing to express one's feelings is even harder: while [Y/N] has mastered one, Hershel has mastered the other, and it just so happens they complete each other perfectly.

Chronology: Post-Unwound Future/Pre-New World of Steam.

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"Like... this?"

"Not quite, dear. Strengthen your grip and rotate your wrist slightly."

As I looked at the sword in my hand, I gently sighed.

The Professor always makes it look easy... This is harder than I thought it would be.

Earlier that day, I had come to him with a request: I wished for him to train me in practicing my swordsmanship. The unexpected plea had surprised him at first, but he accepted nonetheless after having heard my explanation; being capable of properly wielding any sword-like weapon had always been a goal of mine, and our situation had convinced me it was the right time for it. The two of us were in the process of solving a mystery, one that had turned our investigation into a perilous adventure, and I wanted to be able to defend myself in case I was soon to be faced with great dangers.

Although he agreed to train me, the Professor opposed the idea of using real swords, especially without wearing adequate equipment, so he instead decided to pay a visit to the antique store of the town we were staying in to borrow a pair of replica swords. And here we were now, at the edge of the woods, each with a sword in hand, facing one another at a short distance.

"Here, let me show you."

As he spoke, Hershel planted his blade into the ground before he approached me; once standing in front of me, he opened his right hand, smiling kindly.

"Do you mind giving me your hand?"

Invaded with a sudden timidity, I sensed my skin redden.

"N-No..."

With my consent, he put his hand over mine and positioned it properly, showing me the correct way to hold my sword: but I was too busy chasing the butterflies in my stomach to truly take in his instructions, my mind solely focused on the feeling of his firm yet soft palm against my skin.

"Your stance also requires improvement." He declared as he leaned closer to me.

Soon, before I even knew it, he was standing right behind me, our right hands still joined, his head only a few inches from mine.

"May I?" He asked in a soft voice.

His breath caressed the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine and rendering me even more bashful.

"Y-Yes-" I replied without even knowing which part of my body he wished to hold.

His left hand came in touch with my waist and my heart skipped a beat at the sensation of his gentle though strong grip.

"You need to pivot your body to the left. Like so."

As his calm words slithered into my ears, his hands oriented my body delicately, just as my own began to tremble slightly.

"Your stance is perfect this way." He said with an audible smile. "It's essential you remember it, all right?"

Unable to speak, I silently nodded in response. Hershel removed his hands from my body, which allowed me to finally catch my breath, and I felt the blush on my cheeks linger as I watched him walk back to his spot; pulling his sword out of the ground, he held it firmly in front of him as he stood before me.

"Now, let us begin."

He proceeded to help me practice parrying and attacking, but while I was quick to get a handle on defense, my offensive maneuvers lacked skills: not once did I manage to land a hit on him or even get close enough to him before he could deflect my attacks.

Although slightly out of breath, I refused to give up and launched myself at the Professor, only for him to effortlessly dodge my swing.

"Too slow." He declared as he sidestepped.

In a swift movement, I backed away from him by a few steps, before I lowered my sword to the ground.

"I can't do this, Professor." I stated with a defeated look. "I will never reach your level of mastery..."

Mirroring my body language, he lowered his sword as well: and the second he did so, a smirk appeared on my face.

"[Y/N], you should not-"

But before he could finish his sentence, I suddenly dashed forward and swung my blade at him, an attack he only barely managed to block.

"Leading me to lower my guard in order to take me by surprise... How impressive." He praised me with a smile.

Not letting myself get distracted by his compliment, I made use of the fact I had the upper hand to keep attacking him, relentlessly, with determination, forcing him to back away with each blow, little by little; until his back came in contact with a tree, stopping him in his tracks.

Still grinning, I leaned close to him and put my dull blade against his neck, the unsharpened iron gently brushing his skin.

"Am I still too slow, Professor?" I asked in a taunt.

But as I looked at him, my smile vanished when I noticed the blush on his cheeks and his slightly-open mouth: only then did I realize how close we were, our bodies pressed against one another, our faces only inches apart, so close our breaths could merge. And I, too, could now feel my face redden, my expression of sheer confidence having disappeared, replaced with one of bashfulness. And yet, I was unable to move as I stared into his eyes, my heartbeat picking up speed by the second.

"... You were fast, indeed." He asserted as he stared back into my eyes. "But I'm sure you can be even faster than that, [Y/N]... So what do you say we continue training and you demonstrate to me how fast you can be?"

His insinuative words made me gasp quietly, unaccustomed to hearing him employ such a provocative tone. But despite how much I was blushing, I smiled and maintained a confident demeanor.

"I would be more than happy to, Professor..."

[perplexedflower]

Running Out Of Steam

Fandom: Professor Layton.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Hershel Layton x Female Reader.

Type: Mini one shot.

Words: 979.

Summary: Working as Hershel's assistant is challenging, and when exhaustion finally catches up to [Y/N], her sleepiness leads the two of them to share a very special moment inside the Laytonmobile.

Chronology: Post-Unwound Future/Pre-New World of Steam.

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"Well, my dear, I must thank you. Your suggestion to get acquainted with the neighbouring village was brilliant, it has provided us with crucial information regarding this case."

Sitting in the passenger seat, [Y/N] blushed lightly upon hearing Layton's praises.

"Thank you, Professor. I am more than delighted to know we have made significant progress."

Not long after the words had left her mouth, she quietly yawned, followed by a sigh.

"So am I, [Y/N]." He said with a smile. "But there is yet a lot for us to uncover, let us not forget."

As the engine of the Laytonmobile purred gently, she rested her head against her seat and closed her eyes.

"The clues we were able to retrieve today are evidence of it, in fact." He continued. "Both cities are intricately connected in ways one could not have imagined... How fascinating. Surprising, too. I hadn't considered such a possibility and failed to detect it upon our arrival in this town, yesterday. But, in retrospect, it should have been obvious. I must be getting rusty: there once was a time I would have taken notice of a piece of the puzzle this important within a matter of only a few minutes."

[Y/N] listened to him ramble on to himself and found comfort in his voice, in his words, wrapping around her as she began to doze off.

"I am well aware there are still many dark corners of the neighbouring village left for us to explore, but do not fret: we shall continue our investigation there in due time. For now, I wish for us to return to the town. You see, there is something I would like to show you... I wonder, [Y/N], do you-"

But the Professor suddenly cut himself short when he felt her head drop on his left shoulder, and for the first time since the ride had started, his eyes left the road to look down at her, but only for a split second.

It seems she has fallen asleep...

He tried his best to keep his composure, despite the faint blush spreading over his cheeks.

It would not be proper of me to continue driving under such circumstances... The risks of distraction are too high.

The car started to slowly lose speed, until he reached a part of the country road that allowed him to pull off to the side: with his foot off the gas pedal and the ignition key turned, the inside of the vehicle turned silent. Hershel looked down at [Y/N] and felt his face redden further as he listened to the calm and slow sound of her breathing. Then, in a quiet and steady but hesitant motion, he brushed her hair out of her face to tuck it behind her ear, his fingertips gliding over her skin.

For a moment, he stared at her tenderly, admiring her peaceful expression as he succumbed to her charm the longer his eyes stayed on her.

[Y/N] never ceases to invest a lot of herself in every adventure she partakes by my side, and I know things have not been easy for her since Luke has left the country. Now that she is my sole assistant, she feels she needs to take on every task that comes her way... but it pains me to see her overwork herself to the point of exhaustion. Once we return to the town, I will wake her up and take her back to her room in the inn for her to continue sleeping. But for now, I shall let her rest just a little longer, though I need to readjust her on her seat if I want to ensure I drive safely.

Delicately, he rested his hands on her shoulders and gently moved her body in an attempt to make her sit straight; but before he could do so, she seemed to have woken up just slightly, just enough to feel Layton's hands on her, and she instinctively leaned forward, her head now against his chest and her hands just barely clinging to him.

Not knowing what to say or do, Layton remained quiet as he stared down at her, eyes wide open, his cheeks overheating.

"Hmm... Professor... why did you stop?" She asked in a mumble, half-asleep.

"Well, I pulled the car off to the side of the road because you fell asleep, [Y/N]..." He replied awkwardly.

"No... I mean... Why did you stop talking?"

Puzzled by her unexpected question, he struggled to come up with an answer while she snuggled closer to him.

"I love to hear your voice." She said softly with an endearing smile, her eyes still closed. "It's soothing... and calming... and charming. I feel the same way when I look at you, too..."

A flustered, blushing mess, Layton found himself at a loss for words and sensed his breath quicken.

"... You're very comfortable, Professor..." She said in a sleepy voice. "I know... I shouldn't... but I want to sleep here... for a while..."

Although flattered, he could not help but feel bashful at her words.

"[Y/N]... my dear... Would you perhaps not be more comfortable in a bed?"

Slowly, she shook her head against his chest, and, finally, she opened her eyes slightly, her gaze hazy but affectionate.

"No... As long as you are beside me, I will always feel comfortable, and everything will always feel... just perfect..."

He stared down at her, at her face, into her eyes, and his own illuminated with the same loving glow; with a shy yet tender smile taking shape on his lips, he circled her body with his arms, keeping her close in his embrace, lulling her back into sleep.

"... Then, I will hold you in my arms for as long as you need me to... and I will always watch over you, [Y/N]."

[perplexedflower]

Dancing On Air

Fandom: Professor Layton.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Hershel Layton x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 2,651.

Summary: After having brilliantly solved yet another mystery, [Y/N] and Hershel find themselves in the middle of a celebration, in the middle of the dancefloor, and, most importantly, in the arms of one another.

Chronology: Any game.

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In one corner of the large plaza, Layton, [Y/N], Luke, and Flora stood next to each other, forming a row. And each of their faces bore a warm smile as they all watched the townsfolk gather and celebrate, some distance away from them.

That day, all four of them had solved the mysteries of a town that was located far from London; a town they had managed to save, along with its inhabitants. To thank the Professor and his companions, they had decided to organize a celebration in their honor in the early evening, at the center of the town.

As they admired the glowing string lights and colorful decorations, gentle music began playing behind them, as a handful of the inhabitants had assembled to form a band: upon hearing the first notes, Luke's expression changed and he hurried to join the other musicians, his trusty violin in hand. He stood straight as he set it to rest between his shoulder and his chin and within a matter of a few seconds, the harmonious sound of his instrument had joined all the other ones in a beautiful symphony of sounds.

The others turned to him and looked at him play, smiling widely, expressions of fascination and pride on their faces.

"Beautiful, my boy." Praised Layton.

"You play amazingly, Luke!" Complimented [Y/N].

"It sounds so wonderful!" Flora exclaimed.

A little bashful, the boy chuckled nervously as he continued to play, now with a smile. As the melody of Luke's violin surrounded them, the team split up: Flora, who noticed a food stand on the other side of the plaza ran off, while [Y/N] happily made her way to the center of the plaza, where most of the townspeople had gathered, and this left Layton to stay behind, standing a few feet away from the band as he watched the excitement spread around him.

But among the crowd, there truly was only one person he watched, and that was [Y/N]. The young woman who was taking the time to go up to everyone, to greet them individually, to converse with the inhabitants, to put a smile on their faces. The young woman who had helped him solve that mystery through trials and tribulations. The young woman who, no matter what she faced, remained his faithful assistant, through thick and thin. The young woman whom he loved so dearly.

There she was, in the distance, mingling with every person she came across, shaking their hands as they thanked her for everything she had done: and on her face, a smile filled with glee. A smile that made Layton's heart melt, that made him smile as well, that filled him with an indescribable feeling.

There is no greater sight than seeing her so cheerful, so full of life...

Immersed in his contemplation, Luke's violin became white noise to his ears and he came to forget the world around him, so much so that he even failed to hear Flora's footsteps as they approached him.

"Isn't this party fun, Professor?" She excitedly asked him out of the blue.

The gentle voice of the young girl brought him back to reality and drove him to turn to look at her: in her hand, a candy apple, and on her face, a bright smile. Layton smiled back at her, his cheeks faintly pink.

"It is, Flora." He answered her cheerfully. "I'm happy to know you are enjoying yourself. We will be leaving the town and travelling back to London early tomorrow morning, so be sure to make the most of the celebration tonight while we are still here."

"Yes, Professor!"

After showing Flora one more smile, his eyes drifted back to [Y/N], still in the distance, still joyful. Although he instinctively brought his arms up to slowly cross them over his chest, the look in his gaze softened as he admired her from a distance, falling prey to her charm and aura.

While the musical performance of the band reached all the way to the center of the plaza, [Y/N] began to dance to the rhythm, letting her enthusiasm take over and pushing a handful of other people to start dancing alongside her as well: soon enough, most of the townsfolk gathered to dance in circles with one another and laughter filled the evening sky.

Layton could not help but chuckle upon seeing her manage to get the entirety of the town to dance with her, a sight he was not at all surprised to see despite its suddenness.

Her liveliness is so endearing, only she could lead so many people to come together in such a way.

His eyes followed her around, watching her every movement as the look in his eyes grew increasingly filled with affection, and it did not go unnoticed: Flora, still standing beside him, looked up at him and saw the expression displayed on his face, the love that hid in his smile. She followed the direction of his gaze until it reached [Y/N], then everything became clear to the young girl who would not suppress an amused grin.

In a slow movement, she took a step closer to Layton and stood next to him as she took a bite into her candy apple.

"... You should go and invite her to a dance, Professor." She told him softly.

Flora's unexpected suggestion made him open his eyes wider and now, more than ever, his cheeks shifted from pink to red. He looked back down at his young protégée and the smile on her face said it all: it was clear she could see right through him, right through the feelings he was failing at concealing. Not knowing what to say, he remained quiet as he stood still, slightly embarrassed, averting his eyes from Flora's. Then, after a few seconds of silence, he cleared his throat gently and looked down at himself while he readjusted his coat slightly.

"I don't know, Flora..." He said shyly.

It was clear he wanted to say more, to add another sentence, but he struggled to find the right words, to find the proper way to express himself. However, just as he was about to turn to Flora and speak up, he suddenly saw [Y/N] running up to him, her lips still shaped into her glowing smile, approaching closer to him with every step she took: before she even left him any time to understand what she was doing, she reached her hands out to him and grabbed one of his firmly.

"Come on, Professor!" She exclaimed loudly. "Come dance with all of us!"

With his left hand in both of her palms, she began to drag him away from Luke and Flora, and onto the center of the plaza. Unsure as to how to react, Layton found himself opening his eyes wide and feeling the redness of his face intensify yet even further.

"[Y/N], what are you-"

Unable to resist her grasp, he let himself be tugged and held onto his top hat to prevent it from falling. Soon enough, he found himself in the very center of the plaza, in the very middle of the crowd, surrounded by euphoria from all sides. [Y/N] still held his hand tight as she started to dance around him, pushing him to do the same: although everyone around him was smiling and laughing, Layton still remained flustered, his thoughts all jumbled. Then, in rhythm with the music echoing around them, the townspeople began to clap their hands in unison at a fast pace, all eyes turned to the Professor and his companion, dancing together as if there was no tomorrow, as if they were the only two people there.

And as he stared into [Y/N]'s eyes, wrapped wholly in the festive atmosphere, Layton lost his nervous expression and found himself smiling, his grin widening with each second, until he let out a warm laugh. His right hand let go of his hat as he joined hands with her, losing himself in the moment, setting all his thoughts aside. The two danced together, their laughs merging and mixing while their bodies progressively closed in on each other. Until the bell of the nearby church suddenly rang, freezing everyone in place, as if immortalizing the scene.

The band stopped playing abruptly. The crowd stopped clapping. The loud laughter was replaced by mere whispers. And as the bell continued to ring, three, four times, Layton and [Y/N] stood before each other, their hands joined, their faces inches from one another, their panting breaths meeting, their eyes wide open, their faces flushed, at the center of the universe.

In the distance, Luke diverted his gaze from the church bell and turned to look at them, and upon seeing them so close, in the arms of one another, the boy did not hesitate a single second before picking his violin back up and continuing to play, solo, his melodious instrument filling the silent and heavy air, providing Layton and [Y/N] with a tune to go with the special moment they were sharing. After only a few notes, the rest of the band followed Luke's lead and went back to playing, and time no longer felt frozen.

In the center of the plaza, the Professor and [Y/N] shyly let go of each other, but only to hold each other better, more appropriately, in accordance with dancing a slow; while both of their faces were still displaying timidity and awkwardness, she placed a hand on his shoulder while he gently rested one of his on her waist. And they began to dance, again, this time slowly, yet still as close to one another.

As he tried his best to remain as composed as he could, Layton cleared his throat gently while looking slightly down.

"I apologise for my behaviour just now, [Y/N]." He told her shamefully. "I may have let myself go a little too much..."

"Why are you apologizing, Professor?" She asked him with a chuckle. "You did nothing wrong, there is no need to worry. If anything, it really pleases me to see you so energetic and lively."

As he made her body sway slowly from left to right, she tilted her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Please, don't take it the wrong way, but you're often too uptight, too... serious... especially these days. And I feel you have earned the right to unwind, to... have some fun of your own."

As she spoke, her expression changed and she stared deeply into his eyes, a caring smile on her face.

"So, please, Professor, do not restrain yourself from acting in such a way."

Layton stared back into her eyes, his mouth slightly open, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the kindness and affection she was showing him: but soon enough, his lips took the shape of a warm smile as the palms of his hands held her body tighter, by just a bit.

"... At least allow me to apologise for not having invited you to a dance, then."

[Y/N] closed her eyes as she chuckled in a way Layton found incredibly endearing.

"I will not, Professor." She said playfully. "You're dancing with me right now, are you not?"

"I am, but as a gentleman, it should have been my duty to be the one to make the first move and invite you, instead of letting you take the lead and invite me yourself." He replied with slight embarrassment.

The young woman giggled as she slowly shook her head at him.

"Well, now that I'm dancing with you, you're free to take the lead, as much as you want."

Layton responded to her with a tender grin, but one that did not linger: as her words echoed within his mind, he stared at her face intently, at her smooth skin, at her rosy cheeks, and at her pink lips. A rush of adrenaline flowed through his veins as he clung to her tighter, closer, his body swaying in rhythm with hers. Yet, although the music continued to play behind them, they progressively ceased to dance, though without letting go of each other; as they did, [Y/N]'s hand on his shoulder moved up to his neck, holding it delicately while her heart raced in her chest. And when their bodies came to a stop, Layton tilted his head and leaned forward to make his lips meet [Y/N]'s in a firework of love and passion.

Both of their faces turned a bright red, but the last thing they wanted was to stop: they embraced one another affectionately as her hand on his neck grabbed the collar of his coat, hiding the lower part of their faces in the process.

Some distance away stood Luke and Flora, next to each other, who had been watching the two adults this whole time, and the second they witnessed their first kiss, they could not contain their reactions: Luke found himself blushing at the sight, so much so that he almost missed a note on his violin, while Flora was giddy with excitement, giggling as she finished to eat her candy apple.

But the two adults, on their end, cared little for the eyes that turned to them or even the smiles it brought to people's faces: at that moment, all that mattered was their love, their love for each other, the love they had been repressing for so long now. Their kiss was soft, sweet, like cotton candy, but, unfortunately, not everlasting, and it had to eventually come to an end. When it did, they slowly pulled away from each other, their lips still slightly parted, their breaths warm, and their hearts beating as one.

As he gradually opened his eyes, Layton looked down at her body, his skin still colored in a deep shade of pink.

"You look wonderful, tonight, [Y/N]..." He complimented her romantically in a whisper. "I meant to tell you earlier, but it slipped my mind..."

Opening her eyes as well, [Y/N] felt herself blushing further as she smiled timidly.

"Thank you... Hershel." She said hesitantly, unaccustomed to calling him by his first name. "You look wonderful yourself."

"Though I greatly appreciate the compliment, dear, this is no different from what I wear daily." He responded with a genuine laugh.

She laughed back while one of her hands slid down onto his chest, onto the fabric of his orange button-up shirt.

"I know." She said as she looked into his eyes. "You always look wonderful, Hershel."

The Professor's face bore an expression of bashfulness upon hearing her affectionate compliment and he found himself incapable of adding anything else to say as he shyly looked to the side. This made [Y/N] smile, a smile as upbeat as the music that was still playing around them, as upbeat as the way the townsfolk were still dancing around them.

While still held in Layton's arms, she turned her head to the side as well, but to look at Luke and Flora in the distance: with a bright smile, she waved at the two children and motioned a hand gesture to make them understand they, too, should come in the center of the plaza to dance with them. When Layton saw and understood what she was doing, he decided to imitate her to help encourage the kids to join them. Flora, enthusiastic at the idea turned to Luke with a smile, who pondered for a second before he, too, smiled: the boy played one last note on his violin before he set it down and back inside its case, leaving it by the band players.

Then, the two children made their way to the center of the plaza, where they joined Layton and [Y/N]. And together, they talked, smiled, laughed. But most importantly, they joyfully danced the night away.

[perplexedflower]

Weathering The Storm

Fandom: Professor Layton.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Hershel Layton x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 9,526.

Summary: A trip to America having taken an unexpected turn, a thunderstorm crashing the party, Luke having fallen ill… Under such circumstances, [Y/N] and Hershel have no other choice but to seek warmth and comfort inside her home, but little did they know that the real shelter is their love for each other.

Chronology: Any game.

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In a bang, [Y/N] opened the door fully, barging into the house, followed closely by Layton, standing behind her. Hurrying inside, she let the way into the hall open to him, before she closed the front door behind him after he had entered.

"Take Luke into your bedroom." She told him in the form of an order, one he did not mind being given considering the circumstances.

So, without saying a word, the Professor promptly made his way to his bedroom, carrying his young apprentice in his arms, and leaving multiple, wet sets of footprints behind him. [Y/N] followed after him and watched him approach the bed before he set the boy down on it, on top of the bedsheets.

She stepped closer to him as Layton leaned forward and rested a wet hand on Luke's equally-as-wet forehead with a pensive expression.

"The wetness of his skin makes the estimation a little complex, but it would seem he has a slight fever." He said after a soft sigh.

"Well, then it's as we suspected: Luke must have caught a cold of some kind." She declared as she squinted her eyes just slightly. "But... how is that even possible? I know we did run under the rain, but it didn't feel like we were caught in the storm for that long, not long enough it would cause someone to fall sick..."

"Indeed, this is rather odd." Layton stated as he crossed one arm on his chest and rested his other hand on his chin.

As [Y/N] stared at Luke with a worried look, the Professor adopted a more reflective expression while closing his eyes.

Perhaps Luke's physical condition was already not at its best by the time the rainstorm hit. He thought to himself. After all, we awoke at dawn this morning and spent the entire day walking without having barely had any time to sit down and relax... But even then, Luke should-

"Either way, 'how' and 'why' don't matter much right now." [Y/N] spoke up, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Luke is undeniably ill, and his condition will only worsen the longer he remains drenched. The first thing we should do is dry him up a bit."

With his eyes now open, he looked in front of himself, at her, then down at the poor boy, before he nodded briefly.

"You're right." He said in agreement while he was already starting to make his way out of the room. "Wait here and watch over him as I go gather us some towels, [Y/N]."

She nodded in response, but he had already left her sight, causing her to sigh softly.

I wish Hershel would let me handle some things, instead of taking on every task by himself. She told herself with a slight frown. I would have offered to go to the bathroom to fetch a towel or two myself, but he took off before I could say even a single word...

Before she could dwell on her thoughts for too long, still standing beside the bed, he made his way back into the bedroom, holding a few towels in his arms: picking the largest one out of the stack, he took a step closer to [Y/N] and handed it over to her.

"Here, [Y/N]." He said in his usual serious tone, concealing a strong sense of worry, one she was unaware of.

"Thank you." She told him, just as seriously.

With the towel now in hand, she turned back around and leaned forward over Luke's body, then proceeded to delicately wipe his face with it, along with the rest of his wet skin. And as she did so, Layton stood behind her and opened his eyes wider, visibly surprised.

Unbeknownst to her, I had purposefully picked this towel to give her for herself... and yet her immediate instinct is to pay no attention to her own condition to take care of Luke instead.

As he quietly watched her dab the soft fabric of the towel on Luke's skin, his lips formed a gentle smile while his cheeks were colored with a faint touch of red.

Always putting others before herself, always volunteering to help... always being here for Luke and me... Hm, [Y/N] really hasn't changed a bit.

One day, [Y/N] had come to meet Layton and Luke for the first time, by pure coincidence: the Professor and his apprentice were then working on a case, investigating a mystery, which had just so happened to involve her as well. Though she had no prior experience in detective work and puzzle-solving, she was working the case too, on her end; after she had met them and had become acquainted with them, the three of them had decided to keep the investigation going together, as a team. In the end, they managed to solve that mystery with the help of each other, and this adventure allowed them to get closer and learn more about one another. And after everything had come to an end, [Y/N] and Layton had promised each other to keep in touch, before they had parted ways.

[Y/N], who had now finished drying Luke's skin, held the wet towel in her hands as she took a step away from the bed and turned around to the Professor.

"Alright, I'm done." She declared with a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, [Y/N]." He said with a smile. "However, in order to ensure Luke's fever goes down, we still need to change him out of his soaked clothes and into dry ones."

"Right." She responded with a brief nod of the head.

She turned back to Luke, her towel still over her arm, but froze before her hands even reached his body: only then did she realize it would be relatively awkward for her, a young woman to undress a little boy, even if she was to leave his underwear on.

"... Right." She slowly repeated as she retracted her hands.

With rosy cheeks and a look of discomfort on her face, she turned back to Layton and stared down at the ground.

"I'll... be leaving Luke to you." She told him while she cleared her throat.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take care of him." He reassured her without even an ounce of uneasiness. "In the meantime, you should head to your room to dry yourself and change, as well."

As he said those words, he motioned his right hand toward her clothes, still dripping wet: and after having looked down at herself, she looked up at his face, only to be greeted with a warm smile.

"I wouldn't want you to fall ill, too." He said tenderly.

Still standing in front of him, still admiring the smile he was giving her, she felt the blush on her cheeks intensify.

"Y-Yes." She muttered as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him. "... Thank you, Professor."

With her eyes turned to the ground, she made her way outside of the room as she felt his kind gaze on her, after which he closed the door behind her. Now in the hallway, she tried her best to set her thoughts aside and headed to her bedroom, walking through the dark, dim interior; and as her wet shoes roamed the wooden flooring, she listened to the pouring rain, to the raging wind, to the storm still roaring outside.

There's rarely ever any rain here, who could have known such a storm would hit the town just during our trip? She asked herself while she looked through a window on the way. In fact, with such weather, it doesn't even really feel like we've left London at all...

Very shortly after having met Layton, [Y/N], who originated from America and had been living there all her life had made a rather definitive decision: she had chosen to leave her hometown behind and move to London. Although Britain was in no way her cup of tea, she was convinced of her intention, for she had a reason. As strange as it had been for her, experiencing these kinds of feelings for the first time, she had fallen for the Professor, the second she had met him. The investigation had brought them closer to one another, it had created a bond between them, or, at the very least, a bond she had felt, even if it may not have been the case for him. Whether he had feelings for her as well, she cared little: her adventure alongside him had been one of a kind for her, the very first of this kind, and she wanted to be sure she could experience more of them in the future. A simple promise had not been enough for her, she had wanted to make sure they could see each other and work together again, for certain. So, she had not hesitated long before deciding to pack her things and move to London, much to Layton and Luke's surprise when she had delivered the news to them. But, undeniably, they had also been very happy to have her close. From that point on, the Professor, his young apprentice, and his now-official companion had formed a trio, which would go on to solve mysteries together, all across the country and beyond. A new life that had greatly pleased [Y/N], helping her grow as a person and giving her a sense of purpose, all while her relationship with the Professor had strengthened and evolved, with each passing day.

Before she even knew it, she had reached the doorstep of her bedroom and ordered her thoughts to quiet down as she grabbed the knob and turned it to open the door. Once inside, she approached a small desk set not too far from her bed, on which she had put her suitcase; she unzipped and opened it completely, in search of her dry, clean pajamas for her to change out of her drenched clothes.

As she rummaged through her belongings, her fingers came in contact with an envelope, which made her stop her search to extract it instead: with weary eyes, she contemplated the envelope in her hands, containing the very letter that had brought her, Layton, and Luke there in the first place.

One morning, while the streets of London had been relatively quiet, [Y/N] had been supposed to meet up with Layton and Luke in his office, at Gressenheller University, to relax around a cup of tea; however, as the clock had struck 10 AM, the time of their rendezvous, she had not shown up. The pair could sense it was odd and Layton, growing worried, had decided to head over to her flat to check if everything was in order, while he had asked Luke to stay put and wait for him to return with her. Once standing before [Y/N]'s front door, he gently knocked while asking if she was inside. But as his fingers tapped on the door, it had opened on its own, visibly unlocked already, and he had found the young woman sitting on her sofa, a letter in hand, which she had been seemingly sobbing over. He had stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and made his way to her, before sitting down beside her on the sofa.

"This letter was just delivered to me... It was written and sent by a friend of my family, one of our neighbors residing in America... to let me know my father has recently died after a workplace accident... And as the only child of my parents, all of my father's fortune and inheritance is to become mine, including his house... My presence is requested back in America, in my hometown." She had explained through her tears. "First, my mother, who died when she gave birth to me... and now my father... Deprived of both of my parents... I've become an orphan, Professor..."

Breaking into tears once more, [Y/N] had turned to Layton and embraced him, clinging tight to his chest as she cried in the crook of his neck. Although caught off guard at first, he had promptly embraced her back, holding her close to him and circling her with his arms.

"... Would you like for me to come along to America with you, [Y/N]?" He had asked her after a minute of silence, speaking with politeness and sincere kindness. "You are entirely free to refuse, though I would think it beneficial for you to have company around during these hard times."

"... Please, yes..." She had answered with a slow nod as she had tightened her grasp on him.

[Y/N] reminisced about that day, about that morning, about that moment she had shared with Layton, and she felt once again surrounded by warmth and comfort, just with the sheer memory of having been held in his arms coming back to her, which also reddened her face in the process.

Now's not the time to dive back into memories... especially not ones of this kind. She scolded herself as she put the letter back into her suitcase. I need to hurry up and remove my wet clothes before I grow too cold.

So, she began to undress, starting with her coat, but as she took it off, she sensed something stored inside one of the jetted pockets, before she remembered what it was.

Oh, right, my notebook!

She pulled the notebook out of the pocket and proceeded to promptly inspect it, then sighed in relief.

Phew, it seems it hasn't been damaged by the rain at all. She thought as she flipped the pages one by one. I had already forgotten it was in my pocket... I had already forgotten about the investigation, what with the rainstorm and Luke. But then again, none of us had any idea we would find ourselves investigating here, to begin with...

Barely a day after having received the letter, [Y/N] had gathered some of her belongings and stuffed them inside a suitcase, which she would take with her on her trip to America. As logic would have had it, she and the Professor had thought it more suitable for them to take Luke along with them rather than leave him alone in London, so the young boy and his mentor had packed some luggage as well before the three of them had made the trip together; thankfully for them, everything had gone smoothly and they had made it to America without running into any inconveniences. The trio had arrived in [Y/N]'s hometown in the morning and had first decided to visit her newly-acquired house, in which they would be residing for the time of their stay. After having greeted and exchanged a few words with her friend and neighbor, the young woman had been given the keys to the house. The three of them had explored every room before they had made themselves at home: the house was relatively modest and small, but everything was there, from a bathroom to a kitchen and a living space. However, there were only two bedrooms, both furnished with a double bed, so Layton had designated the arrangement for them.

"Given the house is your property, [Y/N], it is only right for you to occupy one of the bedrooms by yourself, while Luke and myself will occupy the other." He had stated with a smile. "And before you start pouting and arguing, my boy, let me remind you that it is a gentleman's duty to put a lady's needs before his own."

Once their luggage had been set in their respective rooms, the trio had left the house and headed to the center of town: on the way there, [Y/N] had shown Layton and Luke around the neighborhood, then around town, introducing them to a few people and showing them how peaceful and remote of a district it was, far from the rest of the bustling cities. Shortly after the young woman had given them a quick tour of the town, the time had come for her to attend her father's funeral; accompanied by Layton and Luke, she had stood through the ceremony of the burial with a heavy heart. Once the ceremony had come to a close, the Professor had tried lifting her spirits by reminding her their afternoon had just begun, and he had offered for the three of them to take a stroll around town to change her mind. However, as they had done so, they had come face-to-face with the unexpected: what had started as a simple catching-up-with-old-friends for [Y/N] had quickly turned into much more, and through her exchanges with the townsfolk, she had learned of a series of strange mysteries that all tied back to her family house, which was now hers, and extended to most of the neighborhood. Although this trip to America had been planned to last only a day or two, [Y/N], Layton, and Luke were now determined to stay for longer, the time for them to unravel this string of mysteries. And so, they had started their investigation in the afternoon, on which they had worked until the evening came. After a long day filled with questions and surprises, the trio had decided to eat dinner at a local restaurant to unwind. But just as they had walked out of the establishment after having finished eating, the sky turned gray, then completely black, and within a matter of mere seconds, they were caught in the middle of a raging rainstorm, accompanied by strikes of thunder. With no other choice but to call it a day and head back home immediately, they put their investigation on hold for the moment and made their way to the house. However, halfway there, Luke had suddenly started to slow down the pace, and it had not taken long for the two adults to notice something was wrong: just as Layton had kneeled beside him to check on him, the boy had collapsed into his arms, seemingly unconscious, having presumably fallen ill due to the storm. With no time to lose, he had taken him in his arms and carried him under the pouring rain, hurrying back to the house along with [Y/N].

The investigation will have to wait for now. She mentally declared as she closed the small notebook and put it down beside her suitcase. After all, it's about time we get some rest, anyway. I think all three of us have earned a good night of sleep, especially Luke.

With this thought in mind, she continued to undress, removing her soggy clothes one by one and setting them on the backrest of the desk chair: soon enough, she was practically fully naked, and it did not take long for her body to tremble, feeling cold due to how wet her skin was. From where she was standing, she reached for the large towel she had kept with her and grabbed it with one hand, before she wrapped it around her body.

After having dried completely, she removed the towel and changed into her pajamas, which consisted of a tank top and a pair of shorts.

I'm probably going to be a little cold wearing such light clothes under such low temperatures, but I don't have much of a choice. She thought with a sigh as she slipped into her shorts. I didn't pack warm clothes... given the usual weather here, I didn't think it would be needed.

Now dry and changed into something clean, she gathered her clothes in one pile, along with the towel, and exited her bedroom to head to the bathroom. There, she hung them one by one, leaving them to dry for the night; then, she decided to go back to Layton and Luke's bedroom, in order to make sure everything was alright on their side.

She arrived in front of the bedroom door, which was not closed all the way, and pushed it open with the palm of her hand without a second thought. Inside, right in the middle of the room stood the Professor, undoing the last button of his orange shirt, his bare chest partially exposed to her eyes: her eyes, which opened wide at the unexpected sight, a sight that made her entire face turn pink with blush.

"Oh, my goodness-"

As the words quickly spilled out of her mouth, she hurriedly reached for the handle and closed the door in a swift movement.

"I-I'm terribly sorry, P-Professor, I s-should have knocked- My mind was somewhere else, I-I apologize-" She promptly mumbled in haste from the other side of the door.

Inside the room, Layton's hands had come to a stop, his fingers still holding the fabric of his shirt as the tips of his ears grew red.

"It's all right, [Y/N]..." He told her as calmly as he could, pretending to be unfazed.

But the look in his eyes betrayed him, a look that was fortunately for him unseen by her at that moment. Still standing with her back against the door, [Y/N] brought both of her hands up to her face and cupped her cheeks with them as she closed her eyes shut tight.

Let's forget this ever happened, I should go back to my bedroom for now and wait for Hershel to be finished changing before going back in.

But just as she opened her eyes, just as she was about to take a step forward, her attention was caught by a series of sounds coming from inside the room: the sounds of Layton continuing to undress, unaware of [Y/N]'s presence right outside his door. She perceived the rustling of his shirt, which she assumed he had now removed completely, and the sheer mental vision she imagined of him topless was enough to make her close her eyes back, now completely flushed.

But it did not stop there: although her eyes were now closed, her ears picked up on the sound of his belt, which he was seemingly removing from around his waist. The loud rain pouring heavily outside the house seemed to have gone completely silent for but a moment as she listened closely to his hands sliding his pants down his legs, and, before long, she found herself deep in thought, surrounded by her imagination, growing more and more flustered with each passing second.

Only when the door suddenly opened behind her was she brought back to reality, and upon turning around, she realized she had been daydreaming the entire time the Professor was changing, as he was now fully dry and dressed in a thin sweater and a new pair of pants.

With a smile, as if nothing had happened, he looked at her, a smile that greatly contrasted the expression of awkwardness visible on her face.

"You came to check up on Luke, didn't you?" He casually asked her.

"Y-Yes." She answered with a brief nod, every part of her still reeling from what had been crossing her mind just a minute ago.

He stepped to the side, allowing her to see inside the room, to see Luke still lying in bed, and she remained standing at the doorway as she stared at him from a distance, her face displaying both a feeling of sadness and one of relief.

"I made him remove the clothes he was wearing before I put them to dry, then I dressed him in his pyjamas." He told her while he turned to look at the boy, speaking softly so as to not wake him up. "There isn't much left for us to do, now, aside from letting him rest for the night."

As he finished his sentence, he stepped out of the bedroom, joining [Y/N] in the hallway, before he closed the door in front of him. Then, with no specific goal or destination in mind, the two of them started to pace through the hall, walking beside each other as the rain kept on falling just outside the house.

"Speaking of which, Professor, I was wondering: where do you intend on sleeping tonight?" She asked him somewhat concerned while she turned to him. "Since Luke is sick and has to recover, he needs a bed for himself, and you would risk catching his illness if you were to sleep next to him... So, what do you have in mind?"

"Well, I will admit it isn't optimal, but I'm considering staying in the living space for the night." He answered calmly, though with just a hint of bitterness in his tone.

Just when he said this, the two of them arrived in said living space: and just when they did, she stopped herself in her steps to turn her whole body to him.

"Professor, you're not going to sleep here!" She exclaimed with bewilderment as she gestured at the room with her hand.

"I'm afraid no other options are available to us, [Y/N]." He said as he stared at the sofa placed in the middle of the room.

"... Well, there's always my room, my bed." She told him after having pondered briefly.

In a swift yet gentle movement, Layton turned his head to the young woman, a look of shock on his face.

"[Y/N], I couldn't possibly take your bed." He stated while he stared into her eyes. "This is your house, your bedroom, Luke and I are only your guests. Besides, this would mean you would be the one to sleep on this sofa, and I would rather have you sleep comfortably in a bed."

The way he spoke about her made her blush faintly, but it also made her close her eyes with a sigh.

Ugh, why does he always have to be so stubborn? She asked herself with a slow headshake. This pointless bickering will get us nowhere; Hershel wants me to take the bed, and I want him to take it. There has got to be a way to settle this debate...

Holding her chin in one hand for a few seconds, she kept her eyes closed as she continued to think, until a thought crossed her mind, which made her open her eyes back: with blushing cheeks but a resolute smile, she took a step forward and placed herself before him.

"This is my house, right, Professor?" She started smugly, still grinning. "And if it is my house, then it's also my rules, what I say goes. And right now, what I say is that you have to take my bed for the night."

As a man whose intellect allowed him to prepare for every outcome possible, Layton was only ever rarely caught by surprise when the unexpected occurred: but seeing [Y/N] standing before him in such a way, addressing him with such confidence, staring straight into his eyes, he simply could not conceal the astonishment visible on his face.

"I know you're only being your usual, gentlemanly self, Professor, you want what is best for me, and I am grateful for it." She continued in a softer tone. "But I, too, want what is best for you. And I can assure you that it truly doesn't bother me to share my bed with you, if it means you earn the night of peaceful sleep you deserve."

"Share?" He repeated, still astonished, his cheeks now slightly pink.

For just a second, silence reigned. And then, with eyes wide open, [Y/N] gasped lightly.

"Oh- D-Don't get the wrong idea- I didn't... mean it like that-" She promptly explained with a face that had turned completely red. "What I meant was-... This seems to be the only way both of us will settle this disagreement. I figured, considering we each want the other to have the bed for the night, if we both have it, then we will both be satisfied..."

Still standing in front of the young woman whose face was now turned to the ground, Layton found himself at a loss for words.

Such an offer is...

He simply did not know what to think; but as more and more thoughts started to fill his brain, he stared at [Y/N] with blushing cheeks and decided to let his heart guide him.

"... All right." He finally said with a nod, his lips shaped into a shy smile. "After all, you do have a point, your reasoning is quite logical."

Upon hearing he accepted, [Y/N] looked back up at him with an expression of surprise, but that was replaced with one of glee within a matter of a second.

"It's settled, then." She said with her cheeks still sprinkled with blush. "In that case, Professor, you're free to move your trunk into my bedroom, if you wish to go retrieve it from the other bedroom. In the meantime, I will tidy things up in mine."

He responded to her with a silent nod, deprived of words but accompanied by a warm smile. So, while Layton made his way back into the bedroom Luke was sleeping in to gather his belongings, [Y/N] headed to her own bedroom and promptly put the room in order for him; after she was finished, she decided to dim the lights by turning them all off except for one, the small lamp on the nightstand by her side of the bed, which provided just enough light to the room for the eyes to see.

Once she deemed the room suitable for nighttime, she walked to the bed and sat down on top of the sheets, before she closed her eyes and peacefully listened to the sound of raindrops right outside the window. Soon after, the bedroom door opened and entered the Professor, his luggage in hand: and when she opened her eyes and turned her head to him, seeing him step inside then close the door behind him, all in a very quiet fashion, she simply could not help but feel her face grow contaminated with blush.

It's still so odd for me to realize Hershel and I are... going to be sharing a bedroom for the night, sleeping in the same bed... so close to one another...

She watched him approach the bed, sending a warm yet somewhat flustered smile her way, and a sudden thought crossed her mind; in a swift and sudden movement, she stood up from the mattress and turned her body to him, an embarrassed look on her face.

"Oh, hum, I forgot to consult you beforehand on which side of the bed you would rather prefer sleeping on, I'm sorry- I claimed this side, but it's completely fine by me if you wish for us to swap places..."

With a low, charming chuckle, he sat down on the bed, opposite her.

"It's all right, [Y/N], there's no need to apologise." He said in a comforting tone of voice. "You can stay on this side, it's fine by me either way."

Still filled with awkwardness, the young woman slowly nodded in silence before she sat back down, her gaze directed at the ground. She raised her head up just slightly, enough to look through the nearest window, to look at the rain falling, and a sigh escaped her lips.

"I know Luke is going to be ok, I know he will be better by tomorrow, but I simply cannot help but worry for him, I have trouble getting him out of my mind... And with this storm-"

But she suddenly cut herself short: halfway through her sentence, she turned around to look at Layton, only to be met with a sight so rare it took her breath away. The sight of him removing his top hat, gently lifting it from the top of his head before setting it down on his bedside table. Although she had known him for quite some time now, it was still very uncommon for [Y/N] to ever see Layton take off his hat, and as such, whenever it did happen, she made sure she cherished the moment wholly, admiring this side of him he never let show to anyone. And this moment was no different; if anything, it meant even more to her than any previous times she had seen him without his hat. Because for the first time since she had met him, she was experiencing a truly intimate moment with him, one that was different from everything else they had shared together before.

Before she realized it, she became entirely absorbed by her thoughts and her eyes kept admiring his face, barely even blinking; a look it seemed he was oblivious to.

"I know Luke's condition weighs heavy on your mind, [Y/N]." He said in a tone that was both serious and tender. "It weighs heavy on mine, as well. But we have had a long and wearing day, and what you need is some rest. Try clearing your mind of today's worries, of the storm and of Luke, and I'm sure you will manage to find sleep tonight."

His words pulled her out of her thoughts and back into reality, yet they left her just as shy: to hear him care so much about her, about her well-being, it warmed her entire soul.

She stared at him, still in admiration, but this time with deep affection.

"... Thank you, Professor." She said with a smile. "I'll try following your advice as best as I can."

To that, Layton smiled back at her without a word, after which he began to properly get in bed. She followed his lead, placing herself underneath the heavy sheets, then extended one of her arms to her nightstand.

"May I turn off the light?"

"Please, do."

As her hand reached the lamp, she felt her cheeks turn a deep shade of pink while an uncontrollable smile appeared on her lips.

"Then, goodnight, Professor."

"Goodnight, [Y/N]."

Her fingers flicked off the switch and the room was plunged into darkness. Darkness, and silence. A silence filled with a sense of awkwardness, of shyness, of restraint. And a sense of love, too.

[Y/N] and Layton were both lying down on their sides, facing their respective ways, their backs turned to each other, and neither of them added another word. The room was so quiet, [Y/N] could hear him breathing calmly behind her, and she could only assume he had already fallen asleep; she, on the other hand, was incapable of accomplishing such a task at that moment.

With her sharp breath and wide-open eyes, she was too emotionally compromised to be able to find sleep and instead listened to the rain as she fell prey to her thoughts.

Hershel seems to have already managed to fall asleep... but how can he? For the two of us to sleep in the same bed... I know there really should be no need for me to make a fuss out of this situation, but... I simply can't help it. To be this close to him, to know he's right behind me, sleeping safe and sound... by my side...

She closed her eyes tight as she wrapped herself in her own arms, growing more and more flushed by the second.

I can't permit myself to obsess over such thoughts... especially if I want to be able to sleep tonight. I need to take a deep breath and relax. I need to stretch my legs, to drink some cool water, this is what I need.

With this in mind, she slowly pushed the bedsheets aside and carefully slipped out of bed, making sure she was quiet enough so as to not wake him up; with faint footsteps, she walked around the bed and to the door, then she exited the room without a sound, closing the door behind her. And the bedroom fell silent. Or so it seemed.

The very second the door closed, Layton, who was left alone inside immediately exhaled a deep, heavy breath through his mouth while his body began to move on the bed.

Good heavens, what have I gotten myself into? He asked himself as he brought his hand to his forehead, concealing the blush on his face.

His eyes then fell on the door, before they drifted to the other side of the bed, [Y/N]'s side.

I believed her to be asleep... but it appears I was mistaken. Could she, too, find it hard to be at peace in such a situation, under such circumstances?

More pensive than ever, he lay on his back and brought one hand up to his face as he stared straight at the ceiling.

Such a reaction is quite understandable, after all: as a gentleman, it is my duty to ensure [Y/N]'s well-being and to never behave inappropriately toward her. But to spend the night in the same bed as her, it breaks this very duty of mine and goes against all my principles, all my morals... Then again, come to think of it, she is the one to have made me such an offer, so I can only assume she sees no issue with sharing her bed with me, as she has stated... Still, I cannot shake the feeling that my presence beside hers in this bed is rather wrong. [Y/N] may be an adult, but she remains a young woman, younger than me by about ten years... What would she think of me, in this regard? Would she see my attitude as unbecoming, as provocative, or even as misplaced? But how could she perceive my love for her in such ways? After all, the human heart simply cannot be helped, and I should feel no shame for the place she holds in mine... Oh, but it represents such an arduous task to make my feelings known to her. I hardly dare touch her, what if she took offense? Nevertheless, the facts are that this situation we are finding ourselves in constitutes the most ideal opportunity for me to approach her, on a physical level... But-

The bedroom door suddenly opened, interrupting Layton in his train of thought and putting an abrupt end to his inner conflict. [Y/N] entered the room before she closed the door behind her, just as quietly as she had opened it the first time around, still believing him to be asleep; she was back from the kitchen, where she had gone to drink a refreshing glass of cool water, which had helped her feel a little better. Additionally, she had also used this time to go check on Luke, once more, to make sure he was still doing all right: upon seeing the young boy lying down on the bed, sleeping peacefully, her mind had instantly been put at ease, further comforting her state of mind.

She made her way around the bed, back to her side, her bare feet slowly pacing the cold wooden flooring. Once she had reached her side of the bed, she gently sat down before she slid underneath the sheets; but although her voice remained completely mute, her body betrayed her.

There, against the mattress, her limbs began to shiver, her skin growing covered with goosebumps. Although she was now wrapped in the warm bedsheets, she was still only wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, and having gotten out of bed had lowered her body temperature greatly: she may not have been feeling this cold only a few minutes prior, but leaving the bedroom to wander around the house had led her to feel quite chilled.

From his side of the bed, Layton could feel her body quiver, he could almost hear her shaky breath; in a slow and graceful movement, he quietly turned around, now lying on his left side, facing [Y/N]'s back turned to him. And he stared at her, at her figure amidst the dark, at her trembling arms, and at her head resting on the pillows. He admired the lines of her body, although partly concealed by the bedsheets, seemingly not thick enough to warm her up fully. His eyes traced her back, and as they went up and reached her exposed shoulders, for one of the very first times in his life, his mind went blank, his thoughts stopped altogether: not even an ounce of hesitation flowed through his veins as he extended both of his arms toward her and reached for her shoulders.

He rested the palms of his hands on her, in a sudden yet gentle way, gentle enough for her not to be startled, but enough to make her turn around in surprise. Her body turned, just at the moment he moved closer to her. And when it did, she found herself in his arms, her face against the crook of his neck, his hands on her body.

"H-Hershel...?"

Above her, his voice let out a warm and loving chuckle, yet so quiet it was almost inaudible.

"How I have longed to hear you address me by my name, dear..." He said softly, his tone calm and relaxed.

Only then did she realize she had called the Professor by his first name, too overcome by her emotions to think rationally; she felt flushed, more than she ever had before, her face overheating at the contact of his skin against hers, of her hands on his chest, of his fingers holding her arms, of his head resting above hers. Everything felt as though it was wrapping around her, enveloping her in a blanket of comfort, peacefulness, and love.

But it all felt so surreal, so unbelievable, and she was too bashful to articulate even a single word, no matter how much she wished she could speak.

"... I could not help but notice you were trembling while lying underneath the bedsheets." Layton told her, a hint of concern in his voice. "... Are you cold?"

"Not... anymore..." She shyly answered in a whisper.

His hands on her arms held her just a little tighter as a faint sigh of relief escaped his lips, then silence fell between them. Not a long silence, one that could not have lasted more than ten seconds, but one that felt everlasting, until he sighed once more, this time in a way that felt more embarrassed than confident.

"... I feel I need to apologise for my behaviour, [Y/N]." He started, his words filled with awkwardness. "It was improper of me to initiate such physical contact with you, especially without your consent..."

"And yet, you're still holding me." She told him in a gentle tone, her fingers still pressed to his chest.

Caught off guard by her unexpected statement, Layton opened his eyes wider, a light gasp slipping through his open lips; it only took him a second to regain his composure, but no matter how calm he wished his face to appear to be, the intensifying blush on his cheeks betrayed his true state of mind.

"I... still am, yes." He admitted in a shameful voice.

But despite the sense of guilt he seemed to be carrying, his aura still radiated confidence; confidence, and love.

"Because although my mind tells me what I am doing is wrong, my heart forbids me to let go of you, now that you are in my arms."

As he said those words, her hands on his chest could feel his heartbeat quicken, just as much as her own.

"Hershel... I don't want you to let go of me, either." She slowly confessed as she closed her eyes.

"I know, my dear." He responded with a gentle smile, his cheeks still red. "But..."

Leaving the beginning of his sentence to trail off, his hands went back up to her shoulders, which he gently grabbed to pull her body away from his just slightly, before he looked down at her: and with her face now no longer squeezed against his collarbone, she was free to look up, back at him, and, at last, she could finally see his face again, admiring the tenderness of his features and the glimpse in his eyes as he stared at her. But just as she was about to give him a faint, shy smile, she felt his hands on her shoulders pulling her up, up to his eye level, and her lips took a completely different shape.

There she lay, on her right side, her head comfortably resting on a pillow, face-to-face with Layton, and she felt her heart skip more than only one beat; a single glimpse of his eyes meeting hers was enough to make her look away, her cheeks turning such a bright red she wished she could hide in the darkness.

A reaction that seemed to amuse him, judging by the charming smile on his face and the low-pitched, affectionate chuckle he let out.

"Now, [Y/N], there's no need for you to feel so shy around me." He told her in a reassuring voice while he took her in his arms once more.

As his arms wrapped around her, she remained quiet, her gaze still avoiding his, her cheeks still burning hot.

"Please, dear, look at me." He requested with tenderness.

Unable to let his demand go unfulfilled, [Y/N] gathered all her strength and looked straight in front of her, at his face, shining with a warm smile.

"There you go." He said in an encouraging tone.

The sweetness in his words made her want to look away again, but she remained assertive and continued staring into his eyes.

"I agree this situation is... quite unconventional... especially for myself." Layton began, slightly embarrassed, his eyes shifting positions. "I am not accustomed to interactions of this kind... This is all relatively new to me. So I fully understand the cause and reason behind your timidity, as I share it myself."

And yet, no such emotion was visible on his face: despite the redness of his skin that lingered, his bashful expression faded away to be replaced with one of softness, of affection.

"Nevertheless, I know you to be strong, and I am asking you to remain strong, just for the time being."

She gazed at him and slightly nodded her head to him, silently but tenderly: and as he sighed deeply, he gazed back at her, back into her eyes.

"Do you remember what I had told you, the day we parted ways for the first time, at the end of our very first adventure together? I told you I could see potential in you, potential that would bloom over time, over trials and tribulations. And I was not solely referring to your potential in mystery-solving, but also your potential as an individual... And it seems my intuition was right."

The Professor stared at her, at all of her being, with unconditional love, one that no one had ever seen in his eyes before, one that felt pure and true.

"[Y/N], you are a wonderful young woman, who possesses great intelligence and a remarkable set of skills. You are always so full of life, and you feel such compassion and empathy, not only toward Luke and myself but toward strangers, as well. You are distinguished, and please do not regard my words as indecent when I say I find your physique beautiful, in every way. You have a natural charm to yourself that makes people drawn to you, the sound of your voice is more soothing to the ears than music, the way you smile and laugh is more vibrant than a ray of sunshine, you care deeply for Luke, you are dedicated to every task you take on, you have a unique sense of humour, you are an amazing opponent at chess, you make exquisite tea, and... You are the most extraordinary woman I have had the chance to meet... in a very long time. You have made every aspect of my life better since the very first day I met you, and I can only hope I have also been able to make yours better in return. For long, I have wondered how I could possibly repay you for all that you have done for me, a way to thank you accordingly. And I believe tonight has opened my eyes, and, above all else, has opened my heart, and now I know my answer: the only way for me to truthfully make you understand how much you mean to me is by confessing my feelings for you. Pardon me for being this direct with you, [Y/N], but I am in love with you. And I have been in love with you for long, now, longer than you may be imagining. You complete me, you make me feel whole, I feel understood when I am by your side, and there is nothing I dread more than being separated from you. Behind every great man, there is a woman: and it may be too presumptuous of me to make such claims, but I think of you as mine... and I would not want it to be any other woman than you."

[Y/N] shed one tear, then another, then another.

"Hershel..." She murmured in a trembling voice.

His love declaration had left her at a loss for words, her heart overflowing with emotions and her mind submerged by the series of compliments he had showered her with. He stared straight at her, straight at her weeping face, and he hesitated for some time, debating whether or not to let his feelings guide him, then he finally gave in to his heart's orders: although hesitantly, he approached a hand to her face and held it delicately, his fingers on her neck while his palm rested on her jawline. And his thumb slowly brushed her cheek, wiping it of her tears, all with a glimmer of love in his eyes.

Upon feeling the warmth of his touch, she closed her eyes and leaned into his hand, firm yet gentle; when she opened her eyes again and they reached his face, it was clear to her that judging by the look he was displaying, he had not meant for his confession to be this lengthy, and it would have seemed a part of him felt remorse, for fear of having said too much, of having gone too far. And [Y/N] saw it, so she decided to chase away any doubt he may still have had, once and for all.

Just as delicately as he had put his hand on her face, she brought one of her hands up and rested it over his, interlocking her fingers with his. The gesture surprised Layton, whose face turned from pink to red.

"I love you too, Hershel." She bluntly declared with an affectionate smile. "I... apologize for confessing in such a straightforward manner... my speech is surely going to be shorter than yours. But I know you need to hear these words, I can see it on your face: even now, you still wonder if I reciprocate your feelings, if your love is matched by mine, and I want you to know that yes, it is. You need to know, and I want you to know, I want you to know just how important you are to me. Perhaps you hadn't noticed, back then, but I fell for you the very day I met you for the first time. I fell for your intelligence, for your manners, for your words, for the way you think, for your personality, for each and every single one of your qualities, and for each and every single one of your imperfections, as few as they are. I'm sure it was evident to you that the sole reason I had to move to London was you... Now that I had met you, I simply could not see myself away from you, as shameful and selfish as it may have been of me. But I don't regret having done it, because it has granted me the chance to spend time with you, to accompany you and Luke on your adventures, to see myself grow alongside you, to help you whenever you needed me... and these past few years I have spent by your side have been the most wonderful years of my life. I would often wonder whether you felt the same way I did, whether I had embellished your life the same way you have embellished mine. And, now, I know it to be true, and I have never felt happier before. And I want you to feel such joy, too, Hershel, so I want you to know how much I love you."

By the time she reached the end of her confession, her wish had come true: Layton's face bore an expression that combined relief and shyness, but, above all else, displayed sheer happiness. Happiness that was rapidly replaced by bashfulness, however, as the two of them were well aware of what awaited them now: with their faces so close to one another, only a few inches away, Layton was unsure, wavering. But when he stared deeply into [Y/N]'s eyes, he could discern a spark, a spark of love that was calling to him, and uncertainty left him as quickly as it had invaded him.

With his hand still resting on her skin, he leaned yet even closer to her face and squinted his eyes, before closing them completely the second he made his lips meet hers. One of her hands found its way to his cheek, while the other grabbed hold of the collar of his sweater, gripping it tighter the longer the kiss lasted; a tender, affectionate kiss, that carried such yearning, such love. A kiss that took their body temperature higher and higher, to the point of feeling like they were overheating. A kiss that felt as soft as the bed they were in, as warm as the sheets that were covering them. And yet, a kiss that only lasted but a few seconds: and when it ended, reality reappeared around them as they opened their eyes back, back in the arms of each other.

The cold chills [Y/N] had been feeling some time ago had now vanished, having been replaced by a burning love, burning within her soul, and which she knew was burning within his, as well: she could see it displayed on his face. But what was most visible on his face was an expression of widespread timidity, one she could not help but find amusing.

"I... hope it satisfied you." He said in a soft yet embarrassed tone, avoiding making eye contact with her. "A true gentleman should always know how to properly please a lady, but I must admit I... had not kissed someone in a long time... my apologies, dear."

And more amusing even were his words, which made her giggle cutely.

"There's no need to apologize, Hershel." She told him kindly to reassure him. "Your kiss was... more than just satisfying, I assure you."

The blush on his face only intensified upon him hearing her words, but they also helped shape his lips into a smile, a warm smile she sent back to him. Suddenly, a thunderclap roared outside the window, startling [Y/N] who instinctively snuggled against Layton, burying her face in the crook of his neck; immediately, he took her into his embrace and held her tight, wrapping her securely.

"Everything is ok, I'm here." He comforted her in a calm though slightly concerned voice.

The two of them had been so engrossed in one another, in the love they had to share that they had completely forgotten about the storm, that was still raging outside, the wind still blowing and the drops still falling. Lying against him, she felt ashamed of having reacted in such a childish way, yet she found herself unable to let go of him.

"I'm sorry..." She apologized in a whisper.

"No, no, it's all right." He reassured her with a smile. "Storms as heavy as this one can be frightening, and your reaction is absolutely legitimate."

With a delicate hand, he reached down to her face and made her look up at him.

"But you need not to fret, my dear. I am right here, with you. And as long as I am here, you have nothing to fear. Now, more than ever before, it is my duty to protect you. You can sleep, safely and soundly, without having to worry about the storm or any other matter of the sort."

[Y/N] stared at his face, into his eyes, and the love she read in them would have been enough to make her shed one more tear.

"Thank you, Hershel." She murmured softly, her lips shaped into a shy smile.

"Of course, dear." He replied as he gently stroke the top of her head.

Their bodies as one, they adjusted themselves on the bed just a little to lie comfortably against one another. And just as Layton had promised her, [Y/N] closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep, safe and sound, in his arms.

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Debito NSFW Alphabet - [Z]zz

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

Z) Zzz: How quick he is to fall asleep after sex.

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At the end of the day, sexual intercourse rests on science- and biology-related elements, such as the fact that certain chemicals are released within an individual's body after they've finished the act; one of the main ones is oxytocin, among others. The bodily reaction of feeling relatively sleepy after sex is common between both men and women, but it's often stronger for men, hence why they usually tend to fall asleep rather quickly after having had sex. However, this isn't necessarily the case for Debito, as he easily has control over how fast or slow it can take him to fall asleep afterward. Obviously, this only concerns sex sessions when they take place during the night, since when he and his partner have sex during the day, he goes back to whatever it is he was doing, though sometimes he does decide to head to his bedroom at the Family manor to take a short nap; but then again, that's something he does on a daily basis, even without having intercourse. So, when it comes to late-night sessions in bed, how quick he is to fall asleep depends on his mood and how he's feeling, in addition to whether he's feeling particularly exhausted or not on a physical level. But, most importantly, it always depends on his partner, on how you're feeling afterward and on whether you wish to stay awake or not: if you tell him you'd like to cuddle or talk for a little while longer, then he will stay up, otherwise he will fall asleep rather quickly. In those instances, when you want the two of you to keep each company after having finished the act, Debito does not fall asleep until you have, and usually spends this time stroking your hair until you do find sleep. In brief, Debito could very well decide to stay up for long afterward if he wanted to, and it takes him an average of just a couple of minutes when he decides to fall asleep quickly, otherwise it takes him an average of 10 minutes when staying awake with you.

Mini Scene

"... Are you asleep yet, Bambina?"

Debito's voice spoke up with suddenness, but the tone of his voice was extremely gentle. It was pitch black in the room, complete darkness surrounding us, but the night was far from being calm: although we often enjoyed keeping the window half open at nighttime to let some fresh air inside the room while we slept, we were unable to that night. The window's glass was growing more and more covered with raindrops, all while the wind blew loudly against it, and it went on and on.

I opened my eyes slowly, staring at the dark around me, before I moved my limbs just slightly, my back gently rubbing against Debito's chest.

"... No." I answered in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.

"I assumed as much." He whispered with a soft sigh. "I take it you can't sleep?"

"Yeah." I replied with a brief nod. "I know we just had sex, so my mind should be empty and clear of worries, but..."

"You just can't help thinking about everything that's been troubling you lately?" Debito said, finishing my sentence.

With his body spooning mine, I leaned back further, embracing his bare chest with my naked back, and closed my eyes again.

"Yes. And the storm outside isn't really helping, either..."

The bedroom then fell silent again, set aside the loud weather that raged outside. Debito did not add anything, I could only hear his warm breath, feeling it against the back of my nape, sending shivers down my spine; my spine, which felt secure against his torso, and which warmed up my entire body. While one of his arms was lying underneath my head, his other was resting on my body, on my legs, the palm of his hand providing me with a sense of comfort.

Then, still within the silence, his fingers began moving slowly, caressing the surface of my bare skin with their tips, soothing me into peacefulness.

"Don't worry, amore mio." Debito lovingly murmured into my ear. "I'm here, with you, and I'll stay awake by your side for as long as you need me."

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [Y]earning

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

Y) Yearning: How high his sex drive is/how often he wants to have sex.

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The notion of having a sex drive is different from one individual to another: while some people do have a sex drive, some others have no sex drive whatsoever, and some others see their sex drive fluctuate over time, either going up or down depending on the day. Frankly, this is absolutely not the case for Debito. Unsurprisingly, as everyone could expect and knows for a fact, his sex drive is very high, as is evident by his usual behavior. Before he met you and that you became his partner, he used to express his sex drive and to let it show through how often he flirted with women on a daily basis, but it's no longer the case; nowadays, now that he has you, he only projects his lust and desire onto you. He requires a lot of attention from you and makes advances to you all day long, trying his best to seduce you into sharing intimate words and gestures with him. Even if you two don't go far, even if you don't go all the way into the act, he constantly wants to get things going, even if it only consists of kisses and cuddles: he simply craves physical affection and touch, especially from you. When it comes to slipping underneath the bedsheets, Debito and you have sex about two to three times a week, on average, though sometimes it's more, and while it's rarely less, it does still happen. Debito could very well have sexual intercourse every single day and night if he truly wanted to, but he refuses to do so: he's the type of man who likes not to abuse of sex, who wishes to preserve the magic of it, to let it build up a little over time. Needless to say, he never refuses your requests when you suggest you and him have sex, as he is always ready to please you. Overall, in regards to your shared sexual life, Debito has managed to find a proper balance with you, a routine of frequency he is plenty satisfied with, just as much as you are, regardless of how low or high your own sex drive is.

Mini Scene

I knocked on the door a single time but did not wait for a response before I opened it anyway. Inside was Debito, sitting on an armchair, who turned his head to me when he heard the door open; and a charming smile shaped his lips as he watched me step inside his bedroom. I had a smile of my own, a smile that revealed just as much as it concealed.

I walked up to him but went to stand behind him, after which I circled his neck with my arms.

"Hey, you." I said sensually as I leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Right back at you, Bambina." He said, still smiling.

"I knew I'd find you here, this is always where you hide during your afternoon breaks."

"Were you looking for me?" He asked as he turned his head to me.

I let my hands slide down onto his chest, just as I felt my body temperature rise from the inside.

"To tell you the truth, darling..." I started, whispering into his ear. "I kind of... really want us to have sex, right now..."

Debito's eye opened wider just slightly, caught by surprise by my words, but he soon regained his composure, smiling once more.

"Really, amore? But we did it just last night."

"I know..." I said, letting my words to trail off.

As I spoke, I walked around the chair so that I could be in front of him, before I sat down on his lap.

"Do you not want to?" I genuinely asked, my head slightly tilted as I frowned.

Debito leaned forward to set his wine glass on the table in front of him, after which he placed both of his hands on my waist.

"I like us to have sex regularly, Bambina, but not all the time." He said with a hint of kindness. "I like to let this desire linger, so that when we do it, it doesn't make us feel like we've already gotten enough of it."

But as he finished talking, he grabbed me by the chin, making me stare at him, at the smirk on his face, before he held both of my hands and placed them on the buttons of his pants.

"But seeing you like this... How could I ever say no to such a tempting offer?"

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [X]-Ray

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

X) X-Ray: How big his member is.

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On average, the length of an erect penis is between 5.1 and 5.5 inches. However, Debito is placed a little over this average; not by a whole lot, but above it nonetheless. In terms of size and shape, his member is not thick in girth, instead relatively slim, being longer than it is large. It is a known fact in today's society that many men have insecurities in regards to their penis, most usually when it comes to length: indeed, many men are dissatisfied with the way theirs is, which often leads to complexes that appear after suffering from the pressure of the expected standards. But this is not the case for Debito, far from it. He is relatively happy and content with the way his member is, with its length and shape, and it fits him just well. In the never-ending debate of whether size matters or not, he is of those who think that it does not; in his eyes, this matters little, as it does and should not dictate the amount of pleasure someone both gives and receives, and it sure is not what he focuses on in his sexual life with you, his partner. And, in fact, as his partner, how big or not his member is is also not what you focus on either. Frankly, you do not care much about what his size and width are, because what you do care about is how good sexual intercourse is with him, and that is something neither of you has any doubt about. Debito has never cared enough about the length of his member to actually measure it exactly, nor has he ever thought of comparing himself to other men. Of course, he is delighted to be above average, although it is a fact that is hard for him to brag about, but he would be just as satisfied if he was not. And, of course, you too are also not one to complain, as it does benefit you both during your late-night love-making sessions, but similarly to him, your opinion of Debito and his member would not have changed if it had been any different: you would have loved him all the same either way.

Mini Scene

It was relatively late into the night, but Debito and I could simply not find sleep. So, with nothing else to do, we lay underneath the sheets and cuddled with one another. And despite the low temperature surrounding us, the atmosphere in the room felt heavy, passionate: while our respective hands were busy giving love to the other's body, our respective lips were ardently kissing the other's, exhaling a few breaths every now and then, in between a few kisses.

But while our embrace was passionate, our gestures held no intention whatsoever to go any further: we were content enough cuddling against each other, without necessarily removing all of our clothes and deciding to have sex.

However, just as I was about to slip a hand under Debito's shirt, he unexpectedly pulled away from our lips and stared at me with a surprised expression.

"Oh Bambina, I just recalled something." He said with a peculiar enthusiasm.

"What is it?" I asked him, genuinely curious.

The smile that shaped his lips shifted into a smug smirk, a playful grin.

"Do you remember when you asked me how... big I am?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

Upon hearing his words, I could not help but open my eyes wider, just as my cheeks reddened.

"Wait, you took it seriously?" I asked him with a scoff. "I didn't actually want you to go and measure, Debito. I just asked you on the spur of the moment, you know-..."

"Well, I can't give you an exact measurement, but what I can tell you is that I'm bigger than Luca." He told me with a hint of pride in his voice.

I was now completely flushed, my eyes shut tight.

"Debito, I-I don't want to know about that-" I muttered with a sigh.

"But I don't measure up to Pace, though..." He continued in a bitter tone, ignoring my request to have him stop talking. "He's much bigger than me-"

I launched myself at him and covered his mouth with my hands, before I shut my eyes back, too embarrassed to look at him.

"Can we just- go back to kissing in silence... please?"

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [W]eird Fact

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

W) Weird Fact: A weird NSFW fact about him.

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One undeniable fact is that there is something extremely unique to Debito, something only he possesses, while also sharing it with others, including you, and that is his Arcana powers, granted to him by the Tarocco. His contract is with the card The Hermit, of which the stigmata is on his left ankle, hidden from the eyes of everyone, and with this power comes two abilities: Tra Coppo Scomparire, or Disappear Among Tiles, which allows him to turn himself invisible, and Odio Freddo, or Cold Hatred, which allows him to summon raining shards of ice to attack with. As someone who spends most of your days around Debito, you have come to notice that he does not activate his abilities often, not even during battles, which you found odd at first, but you quickly understood that it is part of his personality; he does not like relying on his Tarocco and prefers relying on his own skills, namely the use of his twin pistols. Additionally, Debito does not really have a use for his abilities on a day-to-day basis, primarily because they are not handy abilities for everyday life, unlike Pace's boost of strength, for instance. However, he does use them nonetheless, especially his power of invisibility, which he uses to disappear every now and then without leaving a trace, having become the usual reason behind his sudden absences; he also happens to use it in the weirdest contexts and under the oddest circumstances, such as whenever he uses it on you, to tease you and play around. And, furthermore, Debito would not be himself if he had not come up with a sexual way to use it as well: he likes to have a bit of fun turning invisible and toying with you, whether it be in public or private, by giving you secret touches, unseen to everyone but felt by you. One afternoon, while you were busy reading on his bed, he snuck into the room quietly, remaining invisible as he began to touch your body, until you realized what was going on.

Mini Scene

It was early in the morning, so Isis Regalo was relatively quieter and calmer than how loud and lively it was the rest of the day; nevertheless, it was still bustling with energy and entertainment. The gambling tables were starting to fill up, but the poker table was already full, with only one empty seat. And with a deep exhale, I looked around me in hopes of spotting him.

"I don't get it..." I whispered to myself. "He said he'd go get us some drinks, but since he headed for the bar, he's nowhere to be seen..."

Just as I turned my head to scan another corner of the room, a Coins member stood before me, looking down at me with a smile.

"Is something the matter, [Y/N]?"

"Oh, hum, it's... it's Debito, I can't seem to find him." I replied a little awkwardly.

"Oh, has the boss disappeared again?" He asked rhetorically with a chuckle. "Don't worry, I'm sure he won't be gone for long."

And with that, the subordinate walked away, leaving me to sigh once more.

"Well, I suppose I'll just wait for him to come back..." I murmured.

But the second I finished speaking, I suddenly felt a firm yet gentle hand land on my thigh, which made me twitch in surprise. And as the fingers started to go up and down my leg, I could clearly feel the fabric of the glove around the palm, leading my face to turn red.

"Debito, darling, it's way too early for this-" I let out quietly, assuming he was close enough to me to hear me.

Without knowing for a fact whether he had heard me or not, Debito's hand kept on caressing my skin under the table, his fingers slowly slithering underneath my skirt as I tried to keep my composure.

"... Miss [Y/N]?" The dealer suddenly called out to me, making me snap back to reality. "I asked you whether you wished to wait for Mr. Debito to come back to play or wished to start playing now."

As I grew even more flushed, I cleared my throat and my ears perceived a faint scoff, just beside me on the empty seat.

"I-I think I'll be sitting this one out..."

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [V]olume

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

V) Volume: How loud he is during sex/what sounds he makes.

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When lying in bed with his partner, underneath the sheets, late at night, Debito is the type of man who doesn't produce sounds at a particularly high volume. During sex, he is, more often than not, quite talkative, as he appreciates talking to his partner, even if it's from the start of the act to the moment it ends; nevertheless, at other times, he can also happen to be relatively quiet. At the end of the day, it mostly depends on what mood he is in before initiating the intercourse, on what he went through during the day. But even when he does talk during sex, he always does it at a rather low volume, always deciding to whisper or, at best, speak softly: this is primarily because it allows for your shared senses of intimacy and privacy to strengthen, allowing both of you to truly stay present in the moment. If he wanted to, Debito would very well be able to speak loudly when talking dirty to you, but he refuses to do so by choice, because he does not necessarily see the appeal in being too loud, especially as someone who naturally expresses himself at a low pitch. When it comes to the types of sounds Debito makes during sexual intercourse, they are very limited: you have practically never heard him groan ever, and the one sound he produces the most are sighs, though it also occasionally happens for him to moan softly. This is especially the case when he finishes, leading his moans to be a notch louder. His volume rule applies to sounds as well, so he willingly decides not to be loud, which is what he prefers; if you had to give your opinion, you would say that your favorite sound of his is when he mutters your name in a sigh as he nears the edge. In regards to you, Debito is perfectly fine with both silence or words and sounds: either way, he enjoys sex with you just the same and never pushes you to keep quiet or be vocal, though he does enjoy hearing you say a few words every now and then.

Mini Scene

It was the middle of a hot summer night. The manor was plunged into darkness, everyone sleeping peacefully. Everyone but Debito and I.

Although it may have seemed quiet from the outside, all it took was a single peek inside Debito's bedroom to realize not every room was as calm as it appeared to be.

Inside the room, the two of us were lying in bed, sharing an intimate moment with one another as we were ardently making love to each other; despite the relatively high temperature in the room, we did not stop, we kept going, further drowning ourselves in burning desire. Although we had pushed the bedsheets aside, our naked bodies were nonetheless still sweating bullets. But it did not matter. Nothing truly mattered at that instant, except the love we shared with each other, the lust flowing through our bodies.

And as we lay there, our limbs shaking, our fingers exploring the other's body, our fingers clinging tightly onto the other's skin, we let ourselves grow intoxicated with the sound of our voices, echoing around us and throughout the bedroom as they bounced off against each other in perfect unison, in perfect rhythm.

Debito leaned forward and pressed his entire body against mine before he buried his head into my neck, his panting mouth letting out heavy sighs of pleasure, while occasional moans slipped through my lips. And as he moved his head slightly, going up to my ear, he sighed once more, this time all while murmuring my name sensually, sending shivers over the whole surface of my body.

But it also made me grin, grin with pleasure, grin with what felt like pride: Debito was far from being extremely loud whenever the two of us were having sex in bed, but he was nevertheless very vocal, whispering words of love to me throughout the act, all while punctuating them with frequent sounds he would let out. And to me, there was no greater satisfaction than hearing his warm, charming voice enveloping me whole, as he passionately told me he loved me.

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [U]nfair

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

U) Unfair: How much he likes to tease you.

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It's in Debito's nature to have a playboy-like behavior with women, a playful personality that usually leads him to upset the people he meets due to how extroverted and extravagant he is: and since he doesn't always take everything seriously, he loves to joke around, even when he shouldn't, and he never gets tired of provoking others using both his words and his gestures. As a result, Debito is a huge tease with more or less everyone he meets and gets along with and does not hesitate to tease them daily, no matter what context they find themselves in or what the circumstances may be; that is just a part of his smug attitude. He is especially a tease when it comes to his partner, to you, who he simply loves to tease throughout your shared day-to-day life. However, Debito always makes sure to tease you in a way that will not result in grave consequences: when he decides to annoy you, he never does it in a mean way and always has heartfelt intentions. Additionally, Debito is also a tease on a romantic level, as in, to show you he loves you. While he obviously happens to tease you a lot when you two are together in private, it is moreover never an issue for him to act playful with you while you are in front of other people. After all, he knows well that you love to receive it, just as much as he loves giving it to you. Lastly, Debito often teases you on a sexual level as well, and the same rule applies here: he loves to tease you in public, purposefully doing it while other people are around both of you, by whispering lustful words of desire into your ears while his hands and fingers initiate a soft form of foreplay with various touches and gestures across your body. However, Debito makes sure to never tease you in public during inappropriate moments, since he would not want to embarrass you. And when in bed, he loves to tease you as well but never overdoes it for fear of making you feel too frustrated or upset.

Mini Scene

Once inside the casino, I made my way to one of the tables reserved for those who wished to stay away from the gambling tables and relax around a drink, which was exactly what I had intended on doing; sitting down on the U-shaped couch, I put my purse down beside me as I watched a member of the Coins division walk up to me, a tray in hand.

"Here's your order, [Y/N]." The man said with a grin as he set a glass down in front of me.

"Thank you." I told him with a light bow of the head.

I had not ordered anything, but I knew well where it came from: as the girlfriend of their boss, the Coins division gave me the same treatment they gave Debito, always acting politely toward me.

Just as I raised the glass to my lips, I saw Debito approach me, his hands in his pockets.

"Look at you, Bambina." He started with a chuckle. "Living like a queen, eh?"

"I suppose you could say that." I said, chuckling too.

He sat down beside me, close to me, his legs pressed against mine; one of his arms went over my shoulders while the other rested on the table.

"I'm glad you were able to come tonight, amore." He said as he turned to me, smiling charmingly. "And I'm glad you picked this dress..."

I giggled once more, this time feeling my cheeks turn pink.

"I know you like it." I told him as I stared into his eye.

Debito leaned closer to me as he grabbed my chin with two of his fingers.

"I do..." He murmured against my lips before kissing them.

As our lips met, I felt his free hand land on my legs, caressing the uncovered parts of my skin; but Debito must have decided there was not enough surface for his fingers to explore, as he started slipping them under my dress, slowly going up my thighs.

I moaned gently against his lips before I pulled away.

"Debito-" I let out in a whisper.

"Shhh..." He said as he put a finger on my lips.

With a lustful smile, he used his finger to part my lips before leaning close to them once more.

"... Don't let everyone else know what we're doing."

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [T]oys

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

T) Toys: How he feels about toys.

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When speaking about sexual intercourse, there are toys of all kinds that exist, which serve various different purposes, for various different practices, allowing for multiple uses of them. However, Debito is not the kind of man who is into any of them: he is simply not a fan of toys and has never really been one, mainly because he has never really seen the appeal to them. Given his broad experience in sexual relationships, he has had the chance to experiment with some toys in the past, but none of them ever really worked on him all that well, resulting in him having a rather neutral feeling towards them as a general concept. When it comes to pleasure and satisfaction, Debito much rather prefers using his own body to make love to his partner, as he does not see the need for any external objects to come into play during the act: in his eyes, his body should be plenty enough to satisfy both himself and his partner. Nevertheless, of course, if his partner was to ever request him the use of one or more toys for one session of sex, he would not refuse, because he would not want to disappoint her, to disappoint you, but do keep in mind that while you may end up finding a liking to it, he, on the other hand, would not necessarily get much pleasure out of it. As such, Debito possesses no toys of his own and never has. However, although he is not fond of using toys with you in bed, something he does enjoy and find a certain pleasure in is the use of props of some sort, especially when they are in relation to kinks: for instance, it has happened more than once by now for Debito to handcuff you during sex using the Isis Regalo handcuffs, when he placed your hands above your head and handcuffed your wrists together, providing him with a sense of control, power, and superiority. Overall, Debito has very neutral feelings towards toys and has no definitive thoughts on them, but maybe it is something that could grow on him over time.

Mini Scene

The evening was nearing its end as the early night came to replace it, painting the sky a dark navy blue color, sprinkling it with shining stars. And Debito and I were both in his bedroom, ready to head off to bed after our long and exhausting day; one part of my brain prayed for our tomorrow to be kinder, less busy, and allowing us to relax more, but the other was thinking about something else entirely.

While I was standing up in the middle of the room, stretching my limbs and yawning softly as I got on the tip of my toes, I turned my head to Debito, who was already in bed, though not yet under the sheets: lying on top of them, positioned sideways, his shirtless, bare chest was just barely visible amidst the darkness reigning throughout the room, illuminated only by his bedside lamp.

All while still staring at him, all while he still lay there, I made my way to the bed with my mind still drifting into various random interrogations and thoughts. Then, I sat down on the mattress before turning around at Debito in a halfway-lying position and looked at him with my head tilted.

"Debito, why do we never... use any kinds of objects when we have sex?" I bluntly asked him out of the blue. "Like... you know, toys?"

He looked back at me with a smug expression, one that was clearly here to tease me.

"Eh? Why are you asking yourselves such questions, Bambina?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Is that perhaps... your indirect way of asking me for a session tonight?"

"No-" I promptly replied with pink cheeks. "I-I mean, not that I'd be against it- But- It's just something I wonder about, is all."

"Well, amore mio, it's not really what I'm into." Debito told me as he scooted over closer to me. "It never crosses my mind to use any for that reason. But..."

As he left his sentence hanging, he leaned yet even closer to me, holding my face by the chin before beaming a charming smile.

"... But if you want us to give it a shot together, I'm willing to do it for you."

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [S]tamina

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

S) Stamina: How long he can last during sex.

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On average, most men take 5 and a half minutes to ejaculate after the penetration has started, and additionally, most men are able to last a maximum of 10 minutes before finishing. Debito, however, is placed a little above average: it depends on the circumstances you two find yourselves in, but on most nights, it takes him around 15 minutes to finish, and he's sometimes even able to last longer than that. He possesses great stamina and endurance, is able to last long, and absolutely does not mind making the act last, for as long as he can, especially when it's for you, for your satisfaction. Debito is willing to keep going, even after having finished, if it means pleasuring you for longer. In terms of rounds, as in, how many times in a row he can finish during one single session of sex, Debito can reach up to three ejaculations, but on average, he most often experiences two; if it was solely up to him, he would not push himself to have more than one, as he is content enough with a single one, but of course, he would never complain if you were to ask him to keep going, to go for longer. However, he rarely goes over three ejaculations in a row, considering it creates a feeling of discomfort after going for too long, in addition to obvious exhaustion. Between each ejaculation, the waiting time it takes for him to have another one increases with each round, doubling by two: the first one takes him 15 minutes to reach, then the second one 30 minutes, and then the third one 60 minutes. At the end of the day, Debito does not bother keeping track of how many times he finishes during sex, and how long he lasts, because although he evidently loves to have intercourse with you and that he takes great pleasure in the act, what he truly cares about is pleasuring you, before himself; for that reason, he is ready to push his limits and go beyond what his body is capable of, while also keeping in mind not to hurt himself.

Mini Scene

Covering my naked breasts with the bedsheets by one hand, I extended my other arm forward, but as my fingers failed at grabbing Debito's forearm, I ended up falling face-first onto the mattress.

"Come back here, mister!" I exclaimed, my voice completely muffled against the bedsheets. "I'm not done scolding you!"

As I raised my head and sat back straight, I heard Debito scoff; now that my head was no longer stuffed into the mattress and that my vision was fully restored, set aside the darkness in the room, I turned to him and watched the silhouette of his naked body make his way to the stack of tissues that was lying nearby.

"C'mon, Bambina, you know as well as me that there's no need for a scolding..." He said with a chuckle as he picked the tissues up.

I firmly crossed both of my arms on my chest over the bedsheet that was covering it while I stared at him walking back toward the bed.

"Oh, yes there is!" I told him, still in the same tone of voice, one that was intentionally exaggerated.

As soon as Debito approached the bed, tissues in hand, I reached out for his forearm once more, this time managing to grab it: dragging his body down on the mattress, I made him sit right next to me before I scooted over closer to him.

With a pout, I circled his neck with both of my arms, leading the sheet that was preventing my chest from being exposed to fall.

"We've talked about this before, Debito..." I started in a gentle tone of voice as I stared into his eye. "Sex with you feels like heaven, and I know that you know that I love it, but what I don't love is when you push yourself too hard for me..."

"Hey, who even says I pushed myself too hard?"

"I saw the face you were making when you asked me how close I was to finishing, you couldn't hide that from me." I said, still pouting.

With one more chuckle, Debito turned to me and looked into my eyes, while his lips shaped into a sincere smile.

"That was nothing, amore. Don't worry about me, I'm perfectly fine."

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [R]isks

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

R) Risks: Whether he likes risk or plays it safe/how open to experimentation he is.

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The very concept of risk is rather equal to Debito, as it is an integral part of his personality and of his bold nature. He thrives on risk in his day-to-day life, and more often than not, he happens to act before thinking too hard or too long. Debito simply likes danger, but when it comes to sexual relationships, he is a little different: he is the kind of man to enjoy risk every now and then, but not too often either, not always. Most of the time, it depends on what the risk is, in and of itself. Debito would never dare to risk doing anything that would endanger his partner in any way, and as such, you know well he does not want you to end up hurt or upset, something he has confessed to you once in the past. Overall, he does like to take a few risks, but they are rarely important ones: he is only willing to put things on the line when he knows for certain that the risk will not lead to consequences that would be too grave. However, he does not mind in the slightest answering your requests whenever you desire to take risks of your own; in his eyes, as long as you are on board, then so is he. Nevertheless, there is one risk he would never ever take, and that is to get you pregnant by accident. When it comes to this, he always prefers playing it safe, not necessarily because he would not want to have any children with you, but because both of you are too young to have children for now, and it would be unpractical at the moment. When it comes to experimentation, Debito loves to try out new things, in all areas of life: he loves to test and experiment, including in relation to sex. He is very open to experiments, of any and all kinds, and he always appreciates it whenever you are the one who offers to experiment with him. As per one would expect, he has already had the chance to experiment quite a lot in the past, but there are still more, new things for him to discover.

Mini Scene

With a relaxed smile, I closed my eyes and sighed slowly.

"Nothing like a good massage after a long, tiring day..." I said softly.

As I crossed my arms and rested my head over them, Debito chuckled behind me.

"Do you like it, Bambina?" He asked me, though he already knew my answer.

"Yes, thank you, darling." I replied with a hint of blush on my cheeks.

"You always take such good care of me, amore mio, it's only natural I do the same to you in return." He said tenderly.

Upon saying those words, he leaned forward and hugged my naked back with his chest, before he left a delicate kiss on my nape. But although I could feel he was about to sit back up straight, he changed his mind and instead decided to kiss me, once more, this time just below my ear lobe.

"Hey, Bambina..." He started, murmuring into my ear. "It's been a little while since you and I have done some experimentation under the sheets... Don't you think?"

His whispered voice against my skin gave me shivers that spread throughout the surface of my whole body, in addition to further coloring my cheeks with a red shade.

"I-I suppose so." I answered in a quiet tone. "Do you... have anything in mind?"

Debito remained quiet for a few seconds, which I assumed he spent pondering my question.

"Not anything specific, to be honest." He finally said.

"Well, after all, you've already had countless chances to test plenty of things before, so I wouldn't be surprised if you ran out of ideas." I told him with a shy chuckle.

"Oh, I'm not out of ideas." He said as if to correct me. "I'm just looking for something we could do that wouldn't be too risky for you."

"Debito..." I started gently, knowing what was going through his mind. "I've told you before: you don't have to worry about me so much, I don't mind a little risk every now and then."

With a soft scoff, he left one more loving kiss on my skin, this time on my shoulder.

"Well, if you insist so much, amore, I might just take you up on that offer, then."

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [Q]uickie

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

Q) Quickie: How he feels about quickies.

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The concept of a quickie is the act of sexual intercourse that lasts for only a very short amount of time. For this reason precisely, Debito is the kind of man to appreciate having quickies, every now and then, and who quite enjoys them. He doesn't mind them and doesn't mind when you ask for them: he finds them practical, considering they are quick but efficient. They also allow him to make love to you at a fast pace, faster than the one he usually goes at whenever the two of you have standard sex, when you both take your time. During most quickies, Debito goes through the act sitting down, as he loves to pull you close to him, to bring you against him before making you sit down on his lap, over his crotch, especially when you're wearing a skirt or a dress: from that point on, things do not take long to spark between you two. The rest of the time, your quickies happen in bed, whenever you two promptly slip and lie down under the sheets. However, at the end of the day, Debito still prefers standard intercourse, the kind you both enjoy so much: the kind that is long and intimate, passionate and slow, without any rush. This kind is fully enjoyable for him, more than quickies, and that is mainly because most of the time, they involve absolutely no foreplay whatsoever, given the two of you have no time for it. In and of itself, that's something he's okay with, because he does not always need much to get going, but he does like to tease you and always feels somewhat frustrated at the thought of not pleasing you through foreplay. Additionally, during most quickies, only one of you actually gets off, but it often depends on the circumstances: sometimes it is him, and sometimes it is you. Either way, Debito always feels a certain sense of frustration afterward, and you share this idea whenever you don't get him to finish as well, but on the other hand, you don't mind not orgasming, prioritizing his pleasure over yours.

Mini Scene

Just as I was about to get up to go get myself a drink at the bar counter, Debito put a hand on my arm, making me stop moving and turn to him instead.

"Where are you going, Bambina?" He asked me with a charming smile.

"To the bar, I'm feeling a little thirsty." I replied with a smile of my own.

"Me too." He said as his smile changed shape.

"Oh, do you want me to get you something as well, darling? A glass of wine, perhaps?"

"I'd love to, amore, but it'll have to wait. Right now I have to go to my office real quick, there's something I need to get."

"Do you want me to come with you, or should I wait here?"

"You're free to come, love." He answered as he stood up from his chair.

And so, I followed him to his office, stepping through the slightly secluded door at the end of the casino. As Debito closed the door behind him, I looked at his desk in one corner of the room.

"So, what is it you need to get her-"

But before I could finish my sentence, I felt his firm hands on my arms and suddenly found myself sitting on his lap, my skirt spread out, himself sitting on his office couch.

"D-Debito-" I let out as I felt my heartbeat speed up.

But what I felt more than anything else was a bump in his pants, his member, rising hard; the second I felt it through the fabric of my underwear, I could not help but moan softly.

"I-Is this why you wanted to come here?" I asked with a shaky breath.

"I want you so bad right now, Bambina..." He told me in a whisper with burning desire.

As he removed his tie from around his neck and opened his shirt, I rested my hands on his shoulders.

"Are you sure it's safe for us to do it here?" I asked, already panting. "You didn't lock the door..."

Then, in a swift movement, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them slightly down, just enough to give space for his shaft to peek through. And just as swiftly, he grabbed my underwear and slid it down my legs, before he smiled at me with lust and desire.

"Don't worry amore, I'll be quick."

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [P]ace

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

P) Pace: Whether he is fast or slow during sex.

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When it comes to speed during sex, Debito is relatively slow. He is of those men who wish to take things slow, to make things last, as long as possible, even if that means all night long: he likes to cherish every word you two exchange, every touch you provide each other, every single second of the act. Now, obviously, this doesn't mean he isn't capable of going at a fast pace. Debito is capable of handling any kind of speed and finds pleasure in all of them, but he does tend to appreciate it more when things are taken slowly, progressively; during most of your intimate and passionate nights, he chooses to adjust to a slow pace, by default. Additionally, of course, he takes into great consideration your opinions and your preferences, never forcing you to go at a specific speed over another, and never switching the pace without making sure it's alright with you first. Consequently, he always listens to you and what you have to tell him, the requests that you have, whatever they may be: whether it's asking you to go slow, moderate, or fast, he will gladly adjust his rhythm to your liking, as they all satisfy him anyway. But, all things considered, at the end of the day, Debito does have a preference for slow-paced intercourse, which allows him to not only feel pleasured for as long as possible, but also to pleasure you for as long as he can, for as long as you want it. And now, now that you're accustomed to living with him, to sharing private, love-filled moments with him, after having gone through so many steamy nights under the sheets with him, you have to admit that his naturally-slow pace is highly enjoyable, allowing the two of you to make every second last longer, to enjoy each other and each other's bodies without feeling this sense of a rush, this sense that you should slow things down to truly feel present in the moment together: you do take the time to slow down, and it makes all the difference.

Mini Scene

It was sensual, it was passionate, it was ardent, it was intense. Yet it was also soft, it was also romantic, it was also loving, it was also gentle. But above everything else, it was slow.

Debito was simply so wonderful at slow-paced sex, it felt as though he was inhuman, out of this world, and that was exactly how making love to him felt, like I was taken somewhere else completely different, a slice of heaven; and that night was no exception, no different than all the other countless pleasurable nights I had had the chance to share with him before.

With Debito lying down on top of me, his body over mine, his figure towering over me in an incredibly arousing way, we moved the sheets all around, all night long, without once taking a break, without once asking for the other to stop: we wanted to keep going, for as long as our bodies would allow us, for as long as we would have the energy for it.

Every one of Debito's thrusts inside of me, every one of his kisses on my lips, every one of his caresses across my body, every one of his words whispered deep inside my ears, they were all so sensual, at such a slow speed yet filled with desire and lust, with feelings that one could not describe with mere words.

And lying under him, my twitching body lying back first onto the mattress, I let him take the lead, dictate the movements, lead the gestures, control it all; I knew how much he loved to keep all things under his control, to do things his way, and it was just fine by me, so I let him be the man he was so proud to be, I let him dominate me, wholly.

From where I was lying, from my perspective, I stared at him. When I was not too busy closing my eyes shut in pleasure, I forced them open to look at him, to look at his face, admiring it with all the various expressions that he shifted between, a window into all the emotions he was feeling inside of him. And between two slow, passionate thrusts, Debito stared back down at me, a smile radiating pure love.

[perplexedflower]

Debito NSFW Alphabet - [O]ral

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: NSFW Alphabet.

O) Oral: Whether he prefers giving oral or receiving it/how skilled he is.

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When it comes to oral practices during sexual intercourse, Debito is the kind of man who loves to give it to his partner. Now, of course, he highly enjoys receiving it as well: he loves to feel your tongue wrap around his member, to feel the inside of your mouth as your lips close in on him, sucking him off with fervor while one of his hands holds your head, burying his slender fingers into your scalp. But as much as he loves it when you give him blow jobs, he, in fact, prefers giving oral to you. It isn't really something explainable, as there is no particular reason as to why he prefers it, he just does. You once theorized that he was possibly more into giving oral than receiving it because you were probably lacking experience and the required skills, but after having confessed this thought to him, he had reassured you by telling you it was in no way the case, that you were actually particularly good at it, but that he simply enjoyed giving more than receiving on arousal and excitement levels. He loves every aspect of it, from the way you taste to the way it feels against his mouth; to spread your legs wide open, to hold down your hips, to bury his face close to your crotch, to caress your thighs as he eats you out, to feel your clenched hands hold onto him, to feel your body twitch as he hits the perfect spots, he loves it all. And, of course, so do you. Debito is extremely skilled at giving oral, surely way more skilled than most average men, you're willing to assume and believe. Consequently, when he gives you head, the feeling is simply heavenly: everything about his performance is breathtaking, bringing you yet one stop closer to paradise with each night passing. But whoever gives and whoever receives, you both enjoy oral practices just as much, putting all your passion and desire into everything you both do, into every flick of the tongue, into each and every movement.

Mini Scene

"Damn it!"

Before Debito could react in time, I promptly got up and instantly took off.

"I'll chase after him!" I exclaimed loudly, addressing him although without turning my head.

Then, I dashed to the exit of the establishment and ran through the front doors: rapidly turning my head left and right to spot the criminal and the direction he may have taken, I eventually noticed him some distance away from the casino, running among the busy crowd walking the streets of Regalo. And, without a second thought, I locked onto my target and started running again.

That morning, Debito and I had been spending some time at Isis Regalo, as we most usually did during the day; however, while business seemed to have been going smoothly, a sudden commotion was heard at the poker table, and judging by the figure that had left the casino in a hurry, we deduced it was a player that had cheated and stole some money.

As I ran in his direction, pushing aside the waves of passersby, I progressively closed in on the man, until Debito's figure suddenly appeared in the distance, only a few feet away from him; in only a split second, and with perfect aim, Debito reached for one of his pistols and shot the man's weapon out of his hand, stunning him, long enough to allow me to handcuff him.

From where he was, Debito rested his gun on his head, as if to strike a pose, and stuck his tongue out. And at that moment, I froze.

Whenever he did this, I could never help myself: I knew it was a way for him to show off, but for me, it always acted as a turn-on, as a reminder of how pleasurable our intimate times were, late at night, when it was just the two of us.

"Everything okay, Bambina?"

Pulling me out of my thoughts, Debito, who had made his way to me while I had zoned out rested a hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality; and as I stared into his eye, my face turned completely red.

"D-Debito-" I let out as I avoided his gaze. "Don't worry, everything's... perfectly okay-"