Tf2 Spy x Reader

Chapter 12: Je t'aime (y/n)

Your POV

A date? Is he serious? Am I dreaming? He held out his arm, and I took it. The waiter led us to a table by the window, having a beautiful view of the city. He ordered us a bottle of Chateau Latour red wine, and we ordered our meals.

As we ate, we talked about the wine, the restaurant, the food, and jobs he's done in the past. As I finish my second glass of wine, a parisian love song started playing.

"Will 'ou dance with me cherie?"

I blushed, nodding. He stood up and held out his hand, leading me to the dance floor. Two of our hands were clasped together, my free one on his shoulder, his on my waist. We were quiet for awhile, before my curiosity got the best of me.

"Spy?"
"Oui?" I looked into his eyes.
"Why did you bring me her? Not that I'm not enjoying tonight, but..."
We stopped dancing. Did I say something wrong?
Suddenly, he took my hand, leading me out of the restaurant and into a garden, filled with flowers of every sort.
"Spy...this is beautiful.."
"Oui, although I see something far more magnifique every day." I blushed. Is he saying what I think he's saying?
I feel him step up behind me, and I turn around to face him. As I look at him, he takes one of my hands in his, using the other to cup my chin.

"(y/n), mon tresor. I must tell 'ou something." He took a deep breath. "Je t'adore. Ever since I met you, I 'ave been in love. When I see you, my heart threatens to leave my chest that it may run to you. I 'ave seen many bonne things in my life, but none more so than you. My very soul yearns to be yours. To put it zimply... Je t'aime (y/n)."

I was tearing up, my heartbeat in my ears.

"Spy, I-I don't know what to say.."

He leans in close, stopping just short of my lips.

"Entre deux coeurs qui s'aiment, nui besoin du peroles. Le seul vrai language au monde est un basier."

He looked into my eyes, and without a second thought, I closed the distance between us.

Spy's POV

Our lips connected, moving together, softly in sync. She reached her arms around my neck. I snaked one arm around her waist, the other softly gripping the back of her head, deepening our kiss. As much as I hated to separate, we both needed air. As we parted, I rested my forehead on her own, looking into the (e/c) eyes I've grown so fond of.

"(y/n)?"
"Yes?"
"Will you be mine?" She kissed me again.
"Does that answer your question?" I chuckled.
"Oui." I looked at my watch. "Merde... It is very late amour. We should be heading back."
"Okay."

Author's POV
Spy led you back to his car, and drove you two back to base. When you walk in, holding each other's hands, the rest of the team looks at you, before turning back to whatever it was they were doing before. Sniper, on walking out to his van mumbles something to Spy. All you could make out was something sounding like 'about bloody toime..'

Spy walks you to your room, stopping with you at your door.
"Bon nuit, l'amour."
He kissed you, cupping your cheek in his hand, before retiring to his room.
That night, you got the best sleep you had in years, dreaming of you and your newly found boyfriend.

FRENCH TRANSLATIONS!!!
~Entre deux coeurs qui s'aiment, nui besoin de peroles: Two hearts in love need no words.
~Le seul vrai language au monde est un basier: The only true language in the world is love.
~Je t'aime: I love you.
~Je t'adore: I adore you.
~Mon tresor: My treasure.