The One Who Saved Me |Iceland X Reader|

Part 17

"(Name)," a sweet voice called I feel warmth spread along my face. "Time to get up, ástin mín." (1)

I slowly open my eyes to a shirtless Emil, who gazes at me with a sweet smile. "Already?"

"Yes," he says as he caresses my cheek. "We have work today."

"I see," I sigh in defeat and stand from the bed. As I stood, Emil grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down. "I thought you said we had work."

"I did," he whispered into my ear. "I didn't say now." His seductive tone sent shivers down my spine, but I smiled all the less. I kissed his forehead and he frowned. "What's wrong?"

"You... missed..." He pouted. I tilted my head like a curious puppy and he pointed to his lips. "You missed."

"O-Oh," I could literally feel the blush on my cheeks. "I-I'm sorry!" I press my lips softly against his, and he smiles into the kiss. "That's my girl."

After getting ready for the day, we walk hand-in-hand to the café. "We're here!" Emil calls. We stand as the four men shuffle out of the backroom.

"Did ya' really get some, Ice?!" Matthias catcalls in bewilderment. Lukas sharply tugs his tie, just like he had the first day I began working here. "Shut it, Dane."

"You guys like so cute together!" Tino compliments us with a wide smile spread across his face. Emil and I look at each other in embarrassment, and Berwald takes his place at Tino's side, throwing his arm around his shoulders. "Almost as cute as my wife and I."

Tino blushes and smiles up at Berwald who slightly grins back.

Aww! Is that what we look like?

Emil pulls on my hand and leads me to the backroom so we can change into our uniforms. "Here is your shirt, (Name)," Emil hands me the blue t-shirt and turns around. I take off my own shirt and begin to put on the blue one just as Emil ripped it from my hand and cornered me.

"E-Emil?" I cover my chest and stare up at him. His cheeks and ears are bright red and his eyes show a new emotion I'd never seen before. "A-Are you ok?"

As I stare into his eyes, he leans in and connects our lips, slightly moaning at the sensation. He bites my lower lip and I let out a gasp; he takes this opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth and entangle it with mine. His hands run along my arms and slightly brush against my stomach, causing me to twitch. His lips curl up into a smile and he picks me up so my legs rest on his hips. Just as he was about to push me against the wall once more, a voice called from outside.

"Emil? (Name)? Hurry up," the monotone voice ordered.

"Damn it, Lukas," Emil cursed under his breath and set me down. He looks down at me with red cheeks and smiled, "Sorry."

I nod my head and return his lopsided grin. After retrieving my shirt, he hands it back to me and he changes into his own. "Hey, (Name)?"

"Yea?"

"I'd like to bring you somewhere after work," he says as he adjusts his hair. "It's a place I should've taken you a long time ago."

Translations-

(1) Icelandic: My love