"my target"
"He's my white feather, hawk tail, deer hunter"
warnings and tags: Domestic life with Dex, Most likely ooc, countryside, allusions to stalking, undisclosed past friendship, mentions of hornball business.
Dex was a city boy, so what the hell was he doing here? Vast, never ending plots of land that lay untouched, besides the odd few horses grazing on the lush fields. It's new and different but he was thriving. No sirens or noisy neighbors or a devil trying to lead him astray from his mission. His girl. His target. You.
You'd moved to a more rural area, trying to escape from the chaos that is the big apple. It never really mattered to you if you were alone or not, in fact it was preferred; you got to relax, read, have as many pets as you want, walk at night, get changed in front of windows, sit on the porch, watch the wildlife. It was perfect out here.
Dex sat patiently on your porch, bouncing his leg nervously to the beat of a record echoing softly around the house. Cautious as to not scare him, you creep open the door and sit criss cross beside the awfully silent man, hoping that he'd tell you the truth. The truth about why he followed you out here when his whole life is back in Hell's Kitchen.
"I want you to tell me everything." you begin. "You owe me." You're trying to be sweet as possible because, even though you haven't spoken since he was in the FBI, he was still a friend. sort of.
" 'm sorry" He murmurs, staring at your puppy as he chases birds playfully. You nod acceptingly and listen when he explains. Explains how he followed your car as it left your street, watched you from his car when you danced around the house with your dog. It should've creeped you out, but in a way, you felt honored that he wanted to protect you. Dex finally looks over to you with glazed over eyes, he looks prepared to run away and continue to watch your life from the sidelines.
Instead, you turn towards him, placing your palms on your knees. "I want us to be friends, Dex." You smile softly. "I'd rather have you watching me from like a meter away than from the shadows." you giggle- which makes his ears perk up.
Dex is a pretty good roommate. He's tidy and quiet: he usually keeps to himself until you initiate a conversation, forcing him to open up. Reluctantly, he tells you about his childhood and his job, well old job, which results in you giving him the tightest hug possible. You seem to understand his feelings more than any therapist ever could. You were both freaks - if you were being honest. Nobody would even think of letting a guy who stalked them into their heart. But you love him.
" I just think you should get a hobby or something." You shrug, shoveling a chunk of ice-cream into your mouth. Both of you have been sat on the couch, an hour into some crappy movie, sat comfortably munching on spoon fulls of cheap ice-cream. "something other than driving all the way back into the city just to kill evil pieces of shit." You say half joking, it makes Dex's ears perk up.
Personally, he thinks he spends his time in a perfectly valuable way. It keeps you safe whilst also keeping busy. But... he does understand why you want him to do something else, it must be scary seeing him covered in blood and wounds every night. "What do you want me to do?" Dex asks quietly, willing to comply. you smile over at him and put your ice-cream tub down.
"You could," You drawl out. "take up knitting" You laugh at the though, making the blonde next to you huff with a grin. "okay, well, i don't exactly have any ideas but i think a hobby could do you some good!" A snort comes from the right of you. "You have too much faith in me".
Dex chuckles to himself and gets up from the couch and wandering to the kitchen for some water. "I think..." He begins again. "I have a perfectly good hobby." He walks back over with a cheeky grin and plops down beside you again, bringing his hand up to your face and squishing your cheeks slightly. Lips smooshed together as he looks at you with the biggest, most adorable doe eyes, "Keeping my target safe." His lips press against yours softly and quickly before leaning back like nothing happened.
"oh..." You whisper to nobody in specific. Maybe just yourself. You always knew he had some form of attachment to you, but what you didn't know is that it was getting kind of romantic. At least for him. He grins over at you, a big stupid grin. It make your stomach flutter and your legs snap shut. You've never seen him so confident before when he wasn't in his suit.
Dex snuggles into your couch, arms resting on the pillows behind your neck. He reaches his fingers up slightly to let them get tousled into the stray baby hairs on your head. "hmph" Dex breathes out contently, unintentionally leaning his chin on your shoulder. He feels himself slowly drifting asleep, eyes drooping slightly and breathing beginning to falter.
Eventually, a sweet, snoring Bullseye is drooling on your shirt, blissfully unaware of your hand drifting to his hair and combing your fingers through it. A groan escapes his lips. Well, maybe he was slightly aware.
Sun beams glare through your fogged up windows, causing you to squint your eyes as they open. You fee the weight of Dex's head against your chest, face smushed comfortably between your tits. Poor guy's gonna suffocate but at least he'll die happy. You roughly ruffle his hair.
He groans into your chest. "morning, princess" You giggle playfully. It's sweet seeing him like this, head tilted upwards, chin on your chest, eyes sparkling like your the biggest star in the sky. His north star. You hope he never stops looking at you like that.
A/N- I hope this was okay guys, let me know your thoughts and also feel free to request. I love praise xx
-charm!
