✧ chat room ✧ (corpse husband)

✧ twenty-one ✧

Not wanting to go back to Schlatt's house and bother him, Liv got a hotel room. Luckily there was a suite available, so of course she splurged to treat herself. After her meltdown in her car, she had sucked it up and drove the way there. She had also sent Corpse the address and room number because she knew he said he was on his way. So an hour and a half after she left the police to do their work, she sat in her hotel room bundled on the bed. The cold room made snuggling under the blanket even better. She had found an old episode of Family Guy on the tv so she tried to use it to ignore her aching eyes.

She pathetically laughed at a crude joke and sniffled after.

It wasn't a minute after that she heard a knock on her hotel door. Her heart rate immediately picked up and she reached over to the night stand to grab her taser. Quietly, she removed the blankets and crept towards the door. On the count of three, she yank open the door ready to launch herself at the person.

Then she saw who it was.

"Corpse." She said, relief filling her whole body. Liv took him in, standing in front of her door wearing black joggers and a dark grey hoodie. He had a backpack in one hand and a paper bag in the other. His curly hair was tousled and his cheeks were tinged pink. Liv didn't know that Corpse had sprinted up the hotel stairs.

"Are you gunna stand there checking me out or are you going to let me in?" Corpse joked when she stood there. She quickly stopped herself from checking him out and moved to the side to let him in. Without meaning to, she sniffled. Corpse was on her in an instant.

He put down the two bags onto the hotel bed in an instant and wrapped his arms around her. Corpse was nice and warm from his hoodie and he smelt like some sort of floral cologne. The feeling of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulling her flush against him brought her such comfort. Her head on his shoulder, she couldn't help but breathe him in. His hair was a beautiful scent of sandalwood and something fruity. She scrunched her eyes to stop the tears of relief from spilling and hugged him tighter.

Corpse finally released her to look at her face. He gently brought his hands up to her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" His deep voice brought with it a wave of reassurance.

"I'm okay." Liv whispered. She couldn't help but let a couple tears fall. Then she scoffed and rolled her eyes at herself.

Corpse, watching this, wiped away her tears with his thumbs and held her warm cheeks. The tip of her nose was slightly red and her hazel eyes were glassy in the lamp light. Corpse thought she looked fucking adorable. But sad. Yet adorable.

"I brought food." Corpse gave a sweet expression to her, his dark brows raising. Liv realized how hungry she was at that moment.

"What kind?" She asked as she cracked a smile. They separated and moved towards the bed where he set the food.

"I watched one of your old videos and it said you liked In-N-Out burgers. It was pretty old so I hope you still like them." Corpse rambled, worriedly waiting for Liv's reaction. She was touched at his consideration. She smiled then felt the need to cry again. She didn't, thank god.

"I do. Thank you, Corpse." Liv stood on her tip toes and cautiously gave him a kiss on his stubbly cheek. Then they sat together on her bed and set out the food. After unwrapping her burger, she remembered the backpack. She tilted her head and nodded towards it before speaking.

"What's in the bag?"

Corpse readjusted his sitting position and rolled his sleeves up. Liv couldn't resist checking out his veiny forearms.

"I, uh, I brought you a t-shirt, a toothbrush, and some bath bombs." Corpse spoke quietly, looking down at the food he brought. Liv was about ready to burst into tears from her emotional day and his sweet actions nearly brought to break down again.