Summary: Locked out of Mad Dog, gives leeway to a "chance" encounter with BB.
TW: Slightly suggestive, creepy themes, yandere themes
The gurgling roar of thunder engulfs your ears as you try to make your way inside Mad Dog. The rain has only worsened in the past few days, unlike what the weather channel said.
Cold water seeps through your clothing, goosebumps now covering every inch of your body. As if your day couldn't get any worse, your key to the backdoor was nowhere to be found.
Much to your lack of surprise, the door was locked. Fucking locked.
You'd been so scatter brained getting ready that you forgot your key, not to mention how you'd lost your umbrella yesterday. You were definitely the universe's favorite.
It had to happen on the worst of days too - you were supposed to open up today. Lane wouldn't be here for at least another hour and RJ...you didn't even want to try calling him.
You could try texting Lane, but that would also mean listening to how you "needed him so bad" or his lazy ass not answering because he was still asleep.
The sky was a deep blue, with grey clouds shrouding your vision. The only light in the night was the crackling lighting that did nothing to soothe your nerves. That and the flickering streetlights. You were soaked, locked out of the shop you were supposed to open up, and had no one for company other than your solitude. Great.
Your head was beginning to hurt, as well as your fingers feeling like they'd fall off from the cold. Were you sick? Not that it really mattered. The came a sneeze spluttering out despite your best efforts to stop it.
A rumbling voice said, akin to the thunder above you. You turned around, eyes widening slightly from the sudden sound. Before you stood a familiar stranger, your very own beloved BB. The man was of few words but a soft heart from what you knew. His helmet shone under the dim lighting of the alleyway, his frame now obscuring your vision of anything past him. His solid arm stretched out viscerally, holding out an umbrella red like blood. Your umbrella.
"BB...? What're you doing here...is that my umbrella?" A surge of questions rushed to your head like the headache that had nestled by your temples.
A long stream of silence followed your words, as if he was thinking of what to say. You doubted he'd stolen your umbrella, though your words did come off as rather accusatory.
"I wasn't suggesting that you stole it-"
He perked up at that shaking his head, his arm still stretched out with your umbrella, covering you. You took the umbrella from him then, fingers touching ever so slightly - rough against soft. Solid against delicate. Dog against owner.
"You..dropped it yesterday. I have seen you carry it.."
Your eyes crinkled at that, a small smile gracing your lips. You beckoned him closer, your arm lifting higher to fit him under the umbrella.
"...It's okay, I don't need it-"
"C'mon, there's no way you aren't cold. Plus, you came by to return this, it's the least I could do."
You could tell he didn't want to come off as rude and refuse. So he obliged, ducking visibly to try and fit under your umbrella with you. The proximity was well appreciated by your shivering body, the heat emitting from him was enough until Lane came by with a key. Sweat formed on your forehead despite the cold you were feeling, maybe you needed to rest.
"Why...aren't you inside?"
"I forgot my key and Lane's not here yet...I was supposed to open up."
You notice how he tenses at Lane's mention, the slight flex of his biceps and chest. His neck tilts as he nods and if you could see his eyes, he'd be staring right at you.
You chirped out, eyes on BB as his stance softened.
"...You remember her name?"
The boom of his voice filled your senses, a slight chuckle filling his tone - if you could even call it that.
"Of course, you told me just the other day.."
Your smile could light up a room, all sugary sweet and prone to melting in a storm like this.
It would be so easy to take you down.
His own thoughts disgust him, almost. They're vile but they aren't untrue. Not to him, not to men. Men are dogs and he is a man.
It's better to have one loyal guard dog that would rip out another's throat at your slightest command, that would dominate those rabid beasts with the utmost violence.
"Your umbrellas red...like Scarlette.."
Maybe you both were making conversation just to make conversation. Maybe neither of you really wanted to talk. Maybe both of you enjoyed the pitter patter of rain. Though, it was certain that you enjoyed each other's company.
"Yeah...you're right, it is."
Another long period of silence followed suit, the both of you staring far ahead. It was only then that you noticed how blurry your vision had become, how lightheaded you were feeling. Your grip on your umbrella grew weaker, feet staggering forward as the pain in your skull bore deeper. With ice numbing your limbs and a sick heat squeezing your heart, your eyes closed as heavy breaths left your lips.
Before you knew it you were falling, the umbrella in your hold now long gone. Hitting the pavement face first, surrounded in a pool of your own hot red blood would be evident. The wetness of the ground doing nothing to warm your frigid body craving heat. Bile rising in your throat at the thought of the piss-coated streets that you'd fall on.
That never happened. Red never surrounded you and nor did the sharp pain of your skull cracking against the sidewalk's ledge. You were safe - held in strong, solid, warm arms. Not a word had to be exchanged for him to pick you up in a tight embrace.
It was filthy. It was wrong. Oh, but it was so right. He shouldn't get to hold you, this is the kind of privilege one has to earn. The opportunity presented itself, and how could he deny fate. Not that destiny would ever stop a dog.
You weren't sure what exactly happened next, but you guessed you were inside Mad Dog when the feeling of rain touching your skin ceased.
The door had been knocked down in a hurry, the state of the lock be damned. The clang of metal filled the room in a ringing flurry. The squeaking of wet shoes against the tiled floor was the second thing you heard.
He wanted to place you somewhere, but the floor didn't seem right, nor the counter, not any wobbly chair that would contort your limp body in an odd angle. He had no choice it seemed.
Words didn't have to be exchanged for him to care for you. It wasn't perfect but it was sincere. His pulsing heartbeat had fastened noticeably so from when you'd fainted, panic overwhelming his rather large stature.
Therefore, his hold on you didn't halt. With no place to lie you down, his arms were the second-best option. If you'd been awake now, you'd see how longingly he stared at you - your shut eyes, your chapped lips, your wet hair, your slack arms, your chest rising and falling, your legs tangled with the other, and all the rest. His eyes captured everything with the shutter of his mind. Kept in the gallery of his heart, lay you.
That imperfection was delectable.
Curled up in his arms as he stood, waiting for your inutile coworker - the one with the sharp blue eyes and all bark no bite. His body heat did much to warm your overworked body.
He had only just started walking towards the drinks aisle, to grab a bottle of water for you - you nestled in his arms still - when a cutting voice stopped him.
"What the actual fuck..."
Charcoal eyebrows tugged together and eyes flaring with unfiltered rage, one that would cost him if he spoke too much. Lips jerking in a vicious snarl as the lanky man approached in slow, heavy steps.
"Fucking criminal...you know how many charges you can get for breakin' in? Huh, biker boy?"
"And you expect me to believe you were taking her to the hospital on your bike? Cut the fucking crap.."
BB could see the way Lane looked at you, icy eyes zeroing in on the scene. A head so hot that he'd listen to no explanations.
It's hard to say what happened next, and how so. You woke up in a chair and before you lay a Lane rubbing his bleeding. jaw and BB's back facing you.
"You should go home...if you need a ride, I'll wait."
Like a loyal dog he would anticipate, standing in the unnerving chill of rain. Watching. Observing. Guarding.
Though, the guarantee that he wouldn't pounce was one he could not give.
Note: BB & Lane are NOT my characters but ones from the AWESOME GAME "Big Bad Dogs" by @where-spar0w-barks.
Note 2: In celebration of Shift 3's release soon, my little brain brewed up this! Not sure if it's any good but it was an idea I couldn't get out of my head. BBD is such an awesome game and honestly is helping me so much in getting back into writing after a long stream of writer's block and more. I'm so excited for shift three!!
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