Her cloudy dreams

Dex had the curtains of the windows in his living room pulled open, and he stood in front of the one on the right, waiting patiently. From across the street, he had a perfect view of the back of Clinton church and the little garden behind it. The sky was overcast this morning, dense clouds of dark grey blocking the golden rays of daylight, but Dex knew she would still be there. He’d been watching her for two and a half months now, and he knew her routine like the back of his hand. Every Saturday morning, from nine thirty to ten, she was out there. He glanced over at the clock on the wall, and delight curved at the edge of his mouth.

9:29 am.

The heat from the coffee in his hands permeated through the paper, warming his fingers and his palm, and the scent of hazelnut escaped through the small hole towards the edge of the plastic lid. The flavor had grown on him. He’d gotten a headstart this morning, heading down early to the cafe two blocks over so he’d be back in time to see her. His eyes flickered to the clock once again.

9:30 am.

When she finally appeared, Dex felt the coils of anticipation unravel within him, and his posture relaxed as if the air of calmness that always followed her made its way to him through the pane of glass. His own lips spread almost instantly to mirror the smile present on hers. It didn’t matter that the sun was still hidden and the absence of it created a faint chill, she brought the warmth and light with her wherever she went. 

She always started with the flowers. He often wondered what it would feel like for her fingertips to gently caress his skin the way she did those soft petals. He’d snuck into the garden after hours a few times, following the path she took every week through the garden, letting his own fingers brush over the velvet vibrancies as he looked between them and the book he’d gotten from the library to learn what each one was. Dahlias and peonies, a couple Chrysanthemums, some Roses and Marigolds, and a few Dandelions.

After watering the soil and deadheading the wilting blooms, she usually cut a few stems for the arrangements she made inside, and then ventured over to the side where the herbs grew. He watched her cut some stems from the Rosemary and Sage, the staples she used in a lot of her breads for the church bake sales, before turning her attention to the Lavender and Eucalyptus. Every move she made was so effortless and graceful, and it was incredibly soothing to him to watch. When she got to the Basil, he knew it was time to leave. She always saved Basil for last. 

Dex looped around the opposite side of the church and went down a block before turning to head back so that it would look like he was coming from the direction of the cafe. He held the coffee cup in his hand, the logo intentionally facing out, and reached the wrought iron fence surrounding the back of the church right as she was finishing up.

“Good morning, Sister Y/N.”

As she turned her head, a bright smile stretched at the edges of her mouth, the same one that always appeared when she saw him. He still remembered the first time she’d gifted him with it two and a half months ago, the one that had initiated this unrelenting magnetic pull in his chest. It still felt electric every single time.

“Oh, good morning, Ben.”

Dex leaned casually against the fence, taking a sip from the coffee cup before gesturing towards the garden with it.

“So, you’re the reason this always looks so good.”

He caught the way her smile dimmed slightly with modesty, and she averted her gaze to her own work with a flush beginning to tint her cheeks.

“Well, the other nuns help too, but I do love gardening. It’s relaxing for me. And I like to use the herbs when I bake.”

Dex’s lips spread into a charming grin.

“The fresh herbs definitely make a difference. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything as good as that Rosemary parmesan sourdough you made for the last bake sale. I should’ve bought two.”

He relished in the way she subtly bit her bottom lip before her lips spread into something bashful, a hint of pride sparkling in her eyes.

“You don’t have to wait for the next bake sale, I could always make you another.”

Dex turned to face the fence fully now, resting his elbows on the dull speared tips of the posts, looking appropriately grateful but purposefully hesitant.

“I wouldn’t ask you to go through all that trouble just for me.”

“It’s no trouble, I make fresh loaves every week.”

“Well I can’t pass up an offer like that.”

He lightly tapped his index finger twice against the cup, a gesture that would appear unconscious, but it was an intentional signal to draw her attention to it. He watched her eyes drop down to it just as he’d intended, seeing the recognition sparking in them, and he had to make an effort to contain his pleased smirk when he saw the excited smile on her face as she pointed to it.

“I love that place.”

Dex looked down at the cup, feigning surprise as if he’d forgotten it was in his hand and dangled right in front of her like enticing bait.

“Oh yeah? Me too. Best coffee I’ve found in the city. You ever tried their pastries? They have a pretty good chocolate croissant.”

He watched her face light up with the same elation that always appeared on someone’s face when they discovered they had something in common with someone. It was a universal desire in the human experience, finding invisible tethers of connection that reduced the ache of loneliness. As she slipped off her gardening gloves and came closer to the fence, the sound of her soft laughter ignited a thrill that rushed through him.

“I love their chocolate croissants. I always get one with my hazelnut cappuccino."

Dex let out a dry laugh, feigning disbelief at this revelation he’d known for two and a half months already. Every Saturday when she finished up in the garden, she walked the two blocks to the cafe to get a chocolate croissant and a hazelnut cappuccino, every single time, which had consequently become Dex’s order. 

“You’re joking. That’s what I get.”

She seemed genuinely surprised by this, and he watched that effortless excitement fade just slightly. It would’ve been almost imperceptible to anyone else, but Dex never missed anything. She looked him up and down as if studying him, and there was just the faintest sliver of suspicion in her gaze.

“Really? I pictured you as a black coffee guy.”

He knew she was thinking the odds didn’t seem plausible, or that he was lying, feigning a shared interest in the way people did when they wanted to get closer to someone, which…he was doing. But he’d prepared an explanation for that. He gave a subtle shrug of his shoulders with an easy smile.

“No, never been a black coffee guy. It’s too bitter for my liking. Tell you the truth, I was on a vanilla latte kick for a while, but they gave me the wrong order by accident one time, and I was quickly converted. Turns out I really like hazelnut.”

The rehearsed lie slipped from his tongue with ease, and the bright smile that returned to her lips told him she bought it.

“Blessing in disguise.”

“It definitely was.”

He let just a hint of the burning intensity he felt for her flicker in his eyes and dropped his voice to a more intimate tone, just to gauge her reaction to the dual meaning. He saw the subtle working of her throat as she swallowed, averting her gaze for a moment as that heat returned to her cheeks. He held his breath, hoping he hadn’t overshot his little experiment too much.

“I…I usually go there every Saturday, after I’m done here.”

He detected a trace of hesitance in her voice, and he could see it when she looked at him again. His lungs were beginning to burn from depriving them of oxygen, but he was waiting to see which direction she was taking with this. She fiddled with one of the fingers of her gardening gloves, a subconscious action he’d learned to associate with anxiety or lack of confidence in a situation.

“If you…I mean…you just went there this morning, so you might not want-”

“I could go again.”

Dex quickly interjected before she talked herself out of what he hoped she was asking.

The apprehension seemed to fade with his reassurance, and as if she held some kind of divinity in her fingertips, the clouds finally divided to let the sunlight slip through when her sweet smile parted her lips, like she’d commanded the heavens to reopen with just one gesture. The golden rays that were suddenly cast upon her face made her look like an angel standing in front of him.

“Okay. Just…give me a minute to clean up.”

vampire!dex who follows you on your nightly walk, watching every turn you make and every store you turn into

vampire!dex who spends weeks planning the perfect meeting for the two of you, one that will make you fall in love with him instantly

vampire!dex who can smell you from afar and it makes his eyes darken and his whole body stiffen

vampire!dex who will do anything to keep you safe, even pulling strange men from the alleyway and throwing them into dustbins torn apart so nobody obscures your late night walk!

vampire!dex who when you meet for the first time senses something different within you. youre so different to the past victims of his. you won't be a victim. not to him. from the moment you both lay eyes on each other and his hand touches your skin, youre both changed forever

vampire!dex who rushes back to his apartment and searches through his books to find something called the sire bond. something that means not only were you fated to meet, you were fated to be turned and to be his for all eternity.

vampire!dex who ponders if he can ever go near you again. he knows how dangerous and lonely a life of vampirism can be and would never wish it upon someone so gorgeous and full of life like yourself, but he can't deprive himself of a life time with you!!

vampire!dex who tries to keep his distance from you, but fails miserably. the sire bond means the two of you can't really stay away from each other now you've met! you can sense whenever he's nearby, as he can with you.

vampire!dex who stalks you from the rooftop of his apartment building, and is terrified (and simultaneously turned on) when you turn around and your eyes meet his straight away. you knew where he was without even thinking about it. and it drove him insane.

vampire!dex who finally gives in to the sire bond you both share and meets you again, and falls in love with your cheeky smile when you confront him about his watchful eyes.

vampire!dex who can command you to do anything he says, just by looking deeply into your eyes and placing his hands on either side of your face. he tells you to take a deep breath, you do! he says to give him a big smile, you do! he says to sit down while he gets you water, you do!

nsfw vampire!dex headcanons....

vampire!dex who can smell when you're ovulating and he has to physically restrain himself from holding you down and eating you out there and then.

vampire!dex who bites your neck for the first time and hears you moan so loudly he almost cums in his jeans like a teenager there and then. he feels you tense up and try to push him away, but when you surrender your body to him and embrace the feeling, one of his hands slips to your jeans to finger you.

vampire!dex who gets you hooked on the feeling of him feeding from you!!!! because he always pleasures you while he does, you've grown to associate the feeling with euphoria and you basically beg him for it now!

vampire!dex who is so focused on your pleasure that for the first few months of the relationship you have no idea what he likes. all you know is he wants to please you!

vampire!dex who can't help but shake his head when you beg him to turn you like him, so you can be together for an eternity. you get on your knees in front of him and go down on him, watching him lose composure as his hands braid into your hair so hard he pulls clumps out when he lets go.

vampire!dex who is normally so collected when he fucks you, but you rile him up so much that he fucks into you hard, rough and it leaves you bedridden for days and your bed frame collapses under the sheer force of him.

vampire!dex who feeds from you to the point where you black out and your pulse begins to fade, but he feeds you his blood to heal you.

vampire!dex whose eyes go black when you come back around to him, his blood running down your chin and your hands on his arms to keep his blood in your mouth.

vampire!dex who feels like he's going insane when you spin him onto his back and ride him until he cums inside of you, and he cums HARD. with his blood dripping from your chin and down over your tits, the sight drives him insane.

vampire!dex who drives up into you and moans, "yeah, this is what you wanted, angel? you wanted to taste my blood huh pretty girl?" and you nod in response, pathetically whimpering as his thrusts get harder and harder.

vampire!dex whose eyes roll back when you pretend to bite his neck like he does you, and tightens his grip on your hips.