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Maybe not so useless after all?

(Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x f!Reader)

Chapter 8

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A/N: This chapter was quite difficult to write, it was hard to make it not cringy, so a warning that it may be a little cringy! The next chapter will be a NSFW optional chapter, which I've already written half off. After that, there is only one more planned chapter but I may expand. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Warnings/Tags: Soulmate AU (sort of), yearning, swearing, angst, flirting, slight self-confidence issues, not beta read

Words: 3,147

Summary: After a mysterious mishap with a device found in a field, can you find out what the device is and what it means for you and Kate?

You were relieved when you reached Kate’s house. The sooner she changed into something else, the better. Ever since seeing her in your clothes, your mind had been filled with indecent and rather possessive thoughts. You followed her through the door and made a beeline towards the living room, to settle on the sofa giving her space to get ready.

Kate smiled at how comfortable you were in her home. She briefly paused in the doorway, observing as you tucked your legs under yourself and started scrolling on your phone. She didn’t move for a couple of minutes, just watching until you looked up and made a shooing motion at her.

Retreating to her bedroom with a laugh, she took off the clothes you had loaned her. Changing her underwear into something a little more date-like, she then stood in front of her wardrobe wondering what to wear on a date with you. If you were going out as friends, like you had before, she would have just worn a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse, but that seemed like it wasn’t good enough for a date. Even you were in a shirt dress and chunky heels, and Kate barely ever saw you wear dresses. She also scarcely saw you wear heels that weren’t your heeled lace-up boots Osgood let you get away with in the lab.

After a few minutes of debating with herself, she threw caution to the wind. She picked out the top she’d usually wear on a date – not that it had been used recently – her black sleeveless chiffon blouse, that showed just the right amount of cleavage. She’d usually wear it with a black skirt, but today she paired it with the burgundy suit skirt you had complimented a few weeks ago.

She quickly donned the outfit, zipping the skirt up and checking herself in the mirror. Kate walked to her vanity and applied minimal makeup. Nodding to herself, she took the black ankle boots from her wardrobe, pulled them on and headed out of the bedroom.

You looked up at the clicking of shoes on the wooden floor. The first thing you noticed was the clicking was heavier than usual, and you knew before you saw her that she wasn’t wearing her usual kitten heels. You’re not sure what you were expecting Kate to wear, but this certainly wasn’t it. As soon as Kate came into full view, your jaw dropped, and you stared at her with wide eyes. Maybe the relief at her changing out of your clothes came too soon.

“I’m going to take the stunned silence as a compliment,” Kate chuckled.

“You should.” You blurted, before biting your lip. “Jeez, Kate, are you trying to persuade me we shouldn’t go out for dinner?” you asked, eyes running over her figure.

“Maybe it was more of an incentive for the date to go well,” she suggested, the sly smirk not quite enough to distract you from the blush on her cheeks.

You stood from the sofa and sauntered closer to her until you were mere centimetres away from touching. “No incentive needed. Although, if you want me to hold an actual conversation, picking the skirt that drives me to distraction may have been counterproductive.”

“So that’s why you weren’t paying any attention in that debrief two weeks ago?”

You hummed in agreement, hands flexing at your side wanting to reach out, but not sure you were allowed. Seeing your hesitation, she brought your hands to her hips, hers then moving to settle on your shoulders.

“Don’t overthink. It’s just me,” she reprimanded gently. Her fingers played with your hair, waiting for you to relax under her ministrations. “Just this one or the navy one too?” Kate asked cheekily, returning to the previous conversation as she rested her forehead against yours.

“I’m not sure I should be giving away all my secrets…” you murmured, shuffling forward to close the gap between you. “It’s partly why I avoid you on the third of the month though.”

“I don’t always wear a skirt for that meeting with Favre.” She rolled her eyes, knowing you weren’t a fan of the man she had to report to in Geneva.

Seeing your hesitation to explain, she pecked your lips, letting you know you didn’t have to. As she pulled away, she took your hand and ran her thumb over yours. Kate led you toward the front door, stopping to let you put your shoes on before leaving the house.

It was only a fifteen-minute walk to the restaurant, so the pair of you decided to make the most of the warm evening. Although early summer, it was still rare for it to be clear-skied. London, usually dreary at best, was experiencing one of its two-week hot spells that Brits were pleased to see. The nice weather had meant that the streets were a bit busier, people making the most of the canal walks and green spaces.

The restaurant was pleasantly quiet, most of those who were there having opted to sit outside. A smartly dressed waiter met you at the entrance, asking for your seating preference and allergies. He led you further into the restaurant, past the dark wooden bar, to a secluded softly lit table. He placed your menus down as you sat and swiftly left the pair of you.

Kate read through the menu, quickly deciding on what she would eat. You had yet to open your menu when she glanced up at you. Since starting at UNIT, it had become a habit to evaluate wherever you were, but being less experienced that Kate, you were a lot more obvious when assessing. You were scanning the room, taking note of exits and anything or anyone that looked out of place. Finally content that there was nothing unusual other than the owners choosing black leather chairs rather than dark brown to match the décor, you turned back to Kate.

Her eyes met yours, lips pressed together and nose twitching where she was trying to contain her amusement.

“Yes, I know I need to work on being more discreet,” you sighed.

“Hey, you’re fine.” Kate took your hand over the table and squeezed it. “I’d rather you be fully comfortable here, than doing that nervous little shuffle because you haven’t satisfied your need to assess.”

“I don’t shuffle…” you huffed defensively, but didn’t pull away from her hold.

“And I don’t overwork.” Kate raised her eyebrows and gave a knowing smile. Her amusement growing when you opened then closed your mouth.

“Fine, I shuffle,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes, as you opened your menu with your free hand. “What are you having? Bolognese?”

“Close. I’m going with lasagne – I’m less likely to make a mess,” she reasoned, still looking at you affectionately.

“Share garlic bread?” you asked, expecting the nod that followed. Seeing Kate pick up the wine menu, you anticipated what she was about to ask. “I’ll likely get something tomato based too.”

“You prefer a Chianti over Sangiovese, don’t you?” Kate checked, seeing both on the menu.

You confirmed that she was right but would have been happy with either. The waiter returned just as you were deciding between two dishes. Kate noticed your indecision and ordered everything else, giving you the extra time to decide. You finally settled on the penne all'arrabbiata, just in time for the waiter to ask what you wanted. He checked the order back with you both, before scurrying back to the bar to input the order.

Kate returned the wine menu to where it previously sat at the side of the marble table. Her thumb ran circles over your knuckles as she asked whether you had ever been to Italy. The pair of you fell into easy conversation, that led to Kate regaling the story of her last biennial UNIT trip to Italy.

The waiter returned with the bottle of wine, pouring the two glasses before setting the bottle on the table. Kate had thankfully just come to the end of her story, the waiter not overhearing about the run in with alien tech. As he departed, she took a sip of the wine. A slight grimace twitched at her lips, causing you to chuckle.

“I don’t know why you insist on ordering red, when you clearly prefer white wine,” you pointed out with an amused smile.

“Red wine better compliments the acidity of a tomato-based sauce,” Kate replied, sounding like she was reading from a UNIT instruction manual.

You rolled your eyes at her response. “That doesn’t mean you’ll like it. It usually takes you several mouthfuls to get used to the flavour.”

“You’ve spent too much time observing me,” Kate huffed. She swirled the wine in the glass, taking another sip before placing it on the table. “It was one of the things dad ingrained in me. If I was going to deal with diplomats and bureaucrats, I needed to know how to wine and dine them correctly. That meant being confident in picking the correct wine.”

“I’ll never spend enough time observing you.” You squeezed her hand. The tension built as you stared into each other’s eyes, gazes soft and filled with unspoken promises. When the tension got to much, you sliced through it. “Y’know, your family’s relationship with alcohol still concerns me,” you joked.

Kate barked out a laugh, dropping her head back slightly. “I promise I’m not an alcoholic. In fact, the last time I drank alcohol was with you.”

“That sounds awfully like you’re putting the blame on me, even though it was you who had the wine in her office,” you challenged.

“Or I’m saying that if I’m an alcoholic, you must be too,” she teased.

“Touché.”

The pair of you continued to converse, settling into your usual rhythm. When the food arrived, you both reluctantly pulled away from your handhold, needing both hands to eat. You lapsed into silence as you started eating. You couldn’t help thinking how natural it was to hold Kate’s hand.

It was strange to think you were on a date. This was far from the first time going out to dinner with Kate. Admittedly, it was unusual for it to just be the pair of you when dining at a restaurant. You usually chose to decompress at Kate’s with a takeaway if the others weren’t around. The only differences from when you had previously gone to a restaurant, just the two of you, was the way you were both dressed now and that you no longer had to hide your affection. However, the latter was an overall change – not just that of dinner – that you still needed to process.

Kate had already gently reprimanded you for hesitating before reaching out to her. She had acted as if it were normal for the pair of you to be touchy-feely. She had always been a bit more “handsy” with you and Osgood than the others. A gentle hand on your shoulder in comfort, or your lower back when guiding you somewhere new. You figured that was due to her being more comfortable around both of you or her knowing that you both appreciated the support of her quiet strength.

You soon had a chance to reach out to her again. Even though she claimed lasagne was less messy than Bolognese, she’d still managed to get some of the sauce on her chin and around the corners of her mouth. You gestured where the sauce was and watched as she wiped around her mouth.

“Did I get it all?” Kate asked.

“Not quite. There’s a little more just there,” you explained, pointing where the sauce was on yourself.

Kate pursed her lips and dabbed a bit more at the area, before looking up to you for confirmation.

“Let me?” you requested, shifting forward to reach her.

She gave a slight nod, also leaning forward, to allow easier access. You gently swiped your thumb over the corner of her mouth, wiping the sauce away. Kate bit her lip, gaze dropping down to the table as you cleaned the sauce off your thumb with a napkin. You smirked, seeing the blush rising on her cheeks. Her mind had clearly wandered elsewhere.

“Maybe we should have stayed in for dinner,” she mumbled, looking up at you from under her fringe.

“But then I may not have been gifted with this adorable sight,” you teased. Your smirk morphed into a grin as the she blushed harder.

Kate was grateful for the waiter interrupting, giving her a chance to pull herself together. The man collected the plates and offered to bring over the dessert menus. You confirmed you’d take a look at the menus and watched him leave the table.

When you turned back to Kate, her blush was dissipating, but she still seemed caught in her thoughts. You took the chance to really look at her – admire her beauty – while sipping your wine. Her blonde waves were looking neater than earlier; Kate must have brushed her hair after you’d messed it up when kissing her. You couldn’t help but want to mess it up again. There was something about Kate with messy hair that just made you want her more.

The waiter returned with the menus, placing one in front of each of you. The movement seemed to bring Kate back out of herself. She shook her head slightly and smiled up at you reassuringly. You could tell that there was something she wanted to say but let her hold it back for now. It had already been a day full of confessions.

Desserts were quickly decided and ordered. Neither of you surprised that Kate went with the Tiramisu, given her appreciation of coffee. You went for the profiteroles. You had noticed someone with them when you walked in and internally commented how good they looked.

The plates containing the sweets were quick to appear from the kitchen. Kate had relaxed back into quietly conversing with you by the time you picked up your spoon to dig into the dessert. As she took the first mouthful of tiramisu, she let out a sound that seemed to be a mix of a groan and a happy hum. You paused with the spoon in your mouth, your body reacting too strongly to what you just heard. She looked up at you guiltily, but with a little smirk that told you she knew exactly what effect she’d just had on you.

You chose to ignore what had just happened and swiftly returned to eating the next profiterole. Kate tilted her head, watching you curiously. She had expected you to comment or at least visibly react. She hadn’t done it intentionally, but she saw how you froze.

Flashbacks of all the previous times something similar had happened flooded her mind. You always paused minutely, then moved on. Except for the first time. The first time, almost a year ago, you became incredibly awkward afterwards. It was like you had trained yourself not to give yourself away. It suddenly hit Kate how long you’d been attracted to her and how long neither of you did anything about it. She needed to make up for lost time.

Kate scooped up some of the tiramisu and held it out to you as a peace offering. You rolled your eyes at how cliché it felt, but leant forward to accept anyway. You took the spoon into your mouth, lips closing around the spoonful carefully. It wasn’t until looking directly at Kate that you decided to get your own back. Kate’s eyes drifted on your mouth as you let your tongue swirl around the edges of the spoon as you pulled away. You licked your lips, making them glisten under the soft lighting.

“That’s really good,” you murmured. You scooped a profiterole onto your spoon and held it out to her. “These are amazing too.”

She hesitated, still processing what she just witnessed, before taking the mouthful. She kept her eyes on you but didn’t tease. “I think we made a good choice,” Kate declared, looking at you fondly.

“I’m not sure if you’re talking about the desserts or pursuing the thing between us,” you admit.

“Both?” She chuckled nervously, taking your hand as you finished eating.

“Kate, I–“

You were cut off by the waiter coming back to collect the plates and asking if you wanted the cheque. Kate squeezed your hand, promising to come back to what you were going to say, while responding to the waiter.

The man quickly returned with the card machine, having realised he had intruded on a sensitive conversation. Despite your protests, Kate quickly tapped her debit card, paying for the both of you. The waiter handed her the card receipt before disappearing back to the bar. You pulled a note out of your purse, ready to leave it on the table as a tip.

Kate swallowed the last of her wine and checked you were ready to head out. You stood, and pulled your coat on, expecting the evening chill to have settled in now it was getting dark. She put on her trench coat and retook your hand as the pair of you left the restaurant.

“I want to pursue this thing between us. I wanted to be in a relationship with you before knowing you were my soulmate,” Kate stated as you turned the corner down an empty street.

“So, that’s what this is? A relationship?” you asked, wanting to confirm things before going further.

“Yes.” She nodded. “Well, I mean if you want that.” Kate bit her lip and kept her eyes on the floor, wondering if she had overstepped.

“I do,” you reassured, squeezing her hand. “Does that mean you’re now my girlfriend?” You winked.

“I think I’m a bit too old to use that term.” She chuckled, moving you closer by the hand.

You huffed and pulled her to a stop. “You. Are. Not. Old.” You pecked her lips between each word, hoping she’d get it into her head.

She wrapped her free arm around your waist, holding you against her as she kissed you more thoroughly. She’d always think she’s a bit too old for you, but it was good to know you didn’t feel the same.

Knowing she was still overthinking, you let your hand slide up to cup the back of her head. Wrapping your fingers in her hair, you tugged her even closer and deepened the kiss. You probably should have cared that you were kissing your boss so passionately in the middle of the street, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to. Maybe that was the alcohol, but you liked to think it was because you were finally in a relationship with her. Finally allowed to kiss her.

“Mine... Now,” she panted, turning to pull you down the road towards her house.

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writer-shipper-ffreader · 26 days ago

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Maybe not so useless after all?

(Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x f!Reader)

Chapter 7

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A/N: This chapter was fun to write, but some of it may be a little cringy. I only have two chapters left that I've planned out but I may expand it. Thank you to everyone being so supportive, it has made writing my first long fic a much easier process. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Warnings/Tags: Slow burn, soulmate AU (sort of), yearning, I just want to bang their heads together, aliens, swearing, angst, flirting, slight self-confidence issues

Words: 3,225

Summary: After a mysterious mishap with a device found in a field, can you find out what the device is and what it means for you and Kate?

Kate had suspicions, of course she did. She’d noticed her time stamps shift later as you began to work late. She had always felt that click with you, like you were meant to complete each other. Kate knew she liked you more than a friend. Yet she still argued with herself that this wasn’t enough evidence. There was no way to know you definitely fell asleep at that specific time. Unless she checked the CCTV… She shook that thought out of her head, focusing instead on what was best for you.

She moved beside you, resting against your desk. Laying a hand on your shoulder, she whispered your name, hoping to ease you gently from sleep. You mumbled under your breath but didn’t wake. Kate tried calling your name a little louder, still keeping her voice soft and soothing. She ran her hand over the side of your arm.

“Kate…” you whined, now awake but not wanting to be.

Her smile widened as you looked up at her with bleary eyes. “C’mon you, I know you’re tired but let me drive you home.”

“M’kay,” you agreed, knowing sleeping at your desk would just cause your neck to hurt.

You sat up slowly, your body still drowsy and uncoordinated. Kate spun your chair, so you were facing her, and pulled you up by your hand. Her other hand came up to steady you when the momentum threatened to overbalance you.

As soon as you were stable and alert enough, she left you to gather your bag and headed over to the coat rack. She leant against one of the benches, your coat hung over her arm as you finished packing everything you needed. You smiled, thanking her as she passed you the coat.

The pair of you leisurely made your way through the corridors towards the elevator. The labs were still busy due to it being early afternoon. None of the scientists interrupted the pair of you, the only acknowledgement being McGillop offering you a wave as you passed him. The elevator was empty when you reached it, and you were glad you had something to lean against once more.

The cold metal was rather unpleasant against your sleep warmed skin, but you were too tired to care at that point. Kate saw you shiver as you leant against the elevator wall. She had to fight the urge to reach out and pull you against her instead. If there was a guarantee the elevator wouldn’t stop on other floors on the way down to the car park, she would have, but the risk of someone seeing and making the rumours worse stopped her.

Once in the car park, you walked over to her car, plopping yourself in the passenger seat as soon as she unlocked the door. Kate placed her things on the backseat, before situating herself in the driver’s seat. Realistically she knew she shouldn’t be driving, having been awake for over 32 hours by that point. The alternative was leaving her car at the Tower and getting one of the soldiers to drive you both home, as neither of you had the energy to walk right now, but she selfishly wanted to make the most of the alone time with you.

Her plan to make the most of the time crumbled within minutes of driving out of the tower. Kate had asked you how it was going with the sleeper agent tech but was met with silence. She glanced at you, expecting to find you thinking, however you were fast asleep curled up on the seat.

A grin crept onto her face, her first thoughts of how cute you looked preoccupying her mind before realising the potential of the situation. You had fallen asleep within the last few minutes, that was an inarguable fact. If her time stamp had changed in the last few minutes, you must be her soulmate. Kate’s heartbeat raced; her concentration rapidly declining on where she was driving. She had to look now, if she didn’t, she’d be too distracted to drive safely. She took a deep breath and used the steering wheel to push up her sleeve. Kate peeped at the car’s clock – it was 1.32 pm now. She checked the road was clear one more time before lowering her gaze to her wrist quickly.

Thirteen twenty-eight.

Kate blew out the breath she had been holding. Her soulmate had fallen asleep four minutes ago. You had fallen asleep roughly four minutes ago. You were her soulmate.

Thoughts were plaguing her mind as she continued driving to your apartment. She had to tell you. She wanted to tell you. Would you believe her? How would you react? Kate had heard you when Carter had teased about you wanting to date her; you had sounded like you wanted to say yes, but you also said it wasn’t as simple as that.

Pulling up outside your apartment, she rolled her sleeve back down and turned to face you. You were still asleep – Kate taking note of the small rhythmic huffs leaving you. She took a deep breath and made a decision. She would tell you, but sleep was the priority.

Kate stepped out of the car and manoeuvred around the front to reach the passenger door. She quietly opened the door, holding her hand out to catch you in case you were leaning against it. She bent over you to unbuckle your seatbelt, then squeezed you shoulder while whispering your name to wake you.

You blinked up at Kate, brows furrowing. “You just don’t want me to sleep,” you accused, a pout making its way to your lips.

“I want you to sleep in a bed,” she chuckled, helping you slide out of the car. “Have you got your keys?”

“It’s a bit late if I don’t,” you sassed, still slightly grumpy from being woken again. “Sorry, that was uncalled for.”

“You’re fine.” Kate waved you off. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Kate closed the car door behind you.

The corner of your mouth twitched. “I didn’t know you were interested,” you purred, amusement clearing the tiredness from your eyes. Kate’s cheeks quickly reddened, her eyes dropping to the floor. Taking pity on your boss, you nudged her shoulder. “Come in for a bit? I still owe you lunch.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, raising her eyes back up to meet yours.

“Yep. The hunger has taken over – I won’t be able to sleep again without eating.” You gave her a pointed look as your stomach grumbled right after you said that.

You assumed she would be coming in with you and started to walk towards the front of your building. Taking the hint, Kate grabbed her bag from the back seat before hastily following you. Your flirting had caught her off guard, almost as much as proving you were her soulmate. Having lunch with you would give her the opportunity to tell you that you were soulmates, but that would require a level of bravery she wasn’t sure she had.

Kate trailed behind you into the elevator, coming to a stop next to you. You rested your head against her shoulder, unaware of how much you were affecting her. Her mind was a cacophony of thoughts, inner turmoil over telling you. Your actions, the flirting and closeness, were building hope within her that you felt the same. Was that hope enough to overcome the negativity built from the less-than-ideal work implications and her disastrous relationship history?

You had noticed the change in Kate – knew that something was troubling her. Something was wrong as soon as you woke up in the car, but it seemed to be worsening as you made your way to your apartment. You wondered if something had happened in the car or maybe she was mad you fell asleep?

Stepping inside your apartment, you hung your coat and kicked off your shoes by the door. Kate followed your lead after shutting the door behind her. You led her to the table in the kitchen, gesturing for her to sit while you assessed what food you had available.

“Are you feeling a proper lunch or something lighter?” you asked, moving things around in the fridge.

“Sorry?” Kate looked at you guilty, clearly not having listened.

You closed the fridge and moved to take a seat next to her. “What’s bothering you? Is it because I fell asleep?” you probed, placing your hand over hers.

“No, of course not. It’s not—well, actually you falling asleep was a help,” she muttered.

“Kate?” you encouraged, squeezing her hand.

The way you were looking at her, the way you just knew something was wrong, had the truth spilling from her lips before she could stop it. “You’re my soulmate. My time tattoo changed – twice – when you fell asleep in the lab, then again in the car.”

“Huh…”

“You don’t look shocked?” Kate’s brows furrowed, taken aback by your response.

“I had a feeling. You didn’t go home after I was blown up, and the time on my wrist didn’t change. Then you were working really late and my times got later. When you walked me home, the time that night was several hours earlier,” you explained, subconsciously rubbing your wrist.

“That’s why you’ve been staying late? To see if the times matched up?” Kate questioned. Seeing you nod, she let some of her tension go. You would only think she was your soulmate if you were interested in her romantically, right?

“I really like you.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Oh, well if we’re being totally honest, I know I’m in love with you,” Kate admitted, huffing in amusement at the pair of you.

Your face lit up, lips pulling up into a smile. You had told yourself Kate would never be interested in you. She would never risk her position in UNIT to fall in love with a colleague even if she was interested in you romantically. But all this time Kate felt the same.

You’d wasted all this time, being negative, then when confronted with the truth you just sat beaming at her.

Kate took hold of your wrist, drawing your attention away from your disbelief and back to reality. She shifted to the edge of the chair and pulled gently on your wrist, moving the pair of you closer together. Her nose brushed against the side of yours, giving you the option to pull back before anything happened.

Your eyes flickered closed as you pushed your lips against hers. She returned the caress, her soft lips sliding over yours, hand reaching up to cup your neck. It wasn’t awkward, like how you expected a first kiss to be. You both softened against the other, your lips moulding together perfectly. Kate’s hand moved into your hair, pulling you closer against her. You gasped at the sudden change in position, allowing her the opportunity to slide her tongue against yours.

She hummed in contentment before pulling away for air. Leaning your forehead against hers, you couldn’t help but feel grateful a mission kept you awake all night. Without the sleeper agents, you wouldn’t have just kissed the woman you’d been pining over for months.

“I want to kiss you again, because that was amazing, but I’m exhausted,” you grumbled.

Kate chuckled, running her hand through your hair. “You can kiss me all you want after you’ve slept,” she promised.

“Stay?” you pleaded, pouting slightly.

“Of course, darling,” Kate agreed, pecking your lips.

“What do you say to some toast or a sandwich now, then a proper meal after a nap?” you suggested.

“Sounds perfect.”

You lifted yourself from the chair and started preparing some toast for the two of you. Kate had moved to hug you from behind as you leant on the counter waiting for the bread to toast. Your hands moved to cover hers on your abdomen, the pair of you chuckling as your stomach rumbled. The scene turned rather domestic when you plated the toast and Kate began to butter it.

She carried the plates over to the table while you made some chamomile tea. The pair of you ate in relative silence, both at the point where sleep could take over any minute. Kate had her hand on your knee as she ate, your hand rested over it, your thumb rubbing circles on her knuckles.

Once you were finished, you piled the plates in the sink and led Kate towards your bedroom. Thankfully, it was rather tidy, and you had nothing out that could be embarrassing. You went to your wardrobe and took out two night shirts. You passed her one of the shirts and directed her to the en-suite, encouraging her to go first.

You quickly changed into the other night shirt, throwing your clothes into the laundry bag sat in the corner of the room. You were just finishing turning down the covers when Kate exited the bathroom. You froze, hand still clutching the covers, your eyes tracing up the figure in front of you. The night shirt hit her mid-thigh, leaving her long legs bare and utterly distracting. This was infinitely worse than when she wore a skirt to the office given you were about to lay beside her in your bed. Maybe you should have given her proper pyjamas…

Neither of you moved for several minutes, Kate equally distracted by your attire – more so the lack of it. She rarely saw you in anything other than trousers or jeans due to lab safety. On the handful of occasions you did wear a skirt or a dress, you were both somewhere that she couldn’t openly pay attention, either surrounded by colleagues or out on a mission.

“You are so beautiful,” Kate whispered, dropping the pile of her clothes on the dresser and striding forward to reach you.

A blush stained your cheeks, hand reaching out to pull Kate against you. “And you are gorgeous.” You pecked her lips. “Stunning.” You kissed her lips again, lingering to murmur the final word against her lips. “Exquisite.”

“I’m not sure I’d go that far,” Kate chuckled, causing a pleasant vibration against you.

“Well, you clearly need to wear your glasses more,” you teased, knowing she wasn’t the biggest fan of her somewhat necessary eyewear. “I sleep on the right. I’ll join you in a sec.” You squeezed her hip, fingers brushing over her abdomen as you slid past her towards the en-suite.

When you returned, Kate was laying under the covers, swiping through something on her phone. You shook your head at her workaholic antics; having known she’d want to check her emails once more before resting. You drew the blackout curtains, cloaking you both in darkness before slipping into the bed next to her. She set the phone on the bedside table while you pulled the covers over yourself.

Kate settled on her back then moved her arm up, offering for you to lay against her. You automatically moved, snuggling into her side, before processing what you were doing. Your cheek rested on her shoulder, nose nuzzling at her neck as she pressed a kiss to your hair. The pair of you fell asleep almost immediately – exhaustion from the long night and emotional rollercoaster pulling you into a dreamless state.

During the nap, the pair of you had shifted closer together, becoming further intertwined. In her sleep, Kate had turned on her side to face you, but her left arm had remained under your head. Her right hand had pushed your night shirt up and come to rest on your upper thigh.

You woke up slowly, curling closer to the warmth of the body next to you. You froze when you felt the leg between yours and the soft breath hitting your forehead. The fogginess of your tired brain cleared, this afternoon’s events coming back to you permitting your body to relax against Kate’s. You opened your eyes, committing this moment to memory.

You wanted to remember everything. The way it felt – her soft sleep-warmed skin pressed against yours, her hand holding your thigh so possessively, her usually neat blonde hair tickling your shoulder and neck. The way she smelt – her light floral perfume giving way to something uniquely Kate, something you could only smell with this little distance between you. Not just the way she looked in bed with you but everything.

And God did you love it. Love her.

A part of you was still terrified this was a dream or a hallucination and that it would all fall apart when Kate woke up. Maybe she would realise this was just a mistake she made in her tiredness and she would regret telling you that you were her soulmate.

“Stop thinking so loudly,” Kate groaned. She used her hand on your thigh to pull you half on top of her, allowing you to nuzzle into her neck as she kissed your head.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

Kate shifted slightly, leaning to kiss your lips, before settling you back on top of her. “What time is it?”

You checked your watch. “Just gone five thirty,” you murmured happily, having relaxed significantly since Kate kissed you. “Want to head out for dinner soon?”

“Sounds good, but I’m content right here for now,” she affirmed.

Continuing to cuddle, the pair of you discussed where to have dinner. Having settled on the new Italian restaurant that had opened near Kate’s house, she raised that she wanted to stop at hers to get changed first. She didn’t want to wear her office clothes on your first date. A hopeful smile graced your lips, not having thought of it as a date until she mentioned it.

When you did eventually venture out of the bed, Kate sat against the headboard checking her phone again whilst you showered. After quickly showering and blow-drying your hair, you focused on finding something suitable to wear for your date.

Kate had heard the shower turn off and went in search of coffee, giving you space to get ready. She was sat on the sofa with her drink when you came out of the bedroom. The blonde was still in the night shirt you had leant her, that combined with her glasses perched on her nose, made your heart race. Those three words you called her earlier came to the forefront of your mind. Even in this soft domestic setting, after a mid-afternoon nap, she was devastatingly beautiful.

You offered for her to shower here and borrow some of your clothes, so she didn’t have to put the other ones back on. It wasn’t until after that you realised your mistake. Kate, with damp wavy hair and in your clothes, was irresistible. You’d walked over to kiss her as soon as she stepped into the room.

Leaving your apartment to go to dinner took longer than both of you had anticipated, but you were too distracted in your newfound relationship to care. Once you did finally leave, it took no time to stop at Kate’s and then get to the restaurant. Unlike most first dates, dinner was far from awkward, the pair of you used to spending time together. Your friendship had laid a strong foundation to build your relationship from and now it was time to see what you could build.

A/N: They finally realised they should be together, thank goodness! I haven't planned on writing the date scene, but let me know if this is something you would want! There is a NSFW chapter coming up, but this will be optional and not instrumental to the plot. I will ensure it is clearly labelled :)

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