A/N: This was fun to write. I seem to write faster in the middle of the night. Huh. I hope everyone enjoys this and if anyone wants me to put these in chronological order, let me know. I'm just adding them as they come to me. That's when I write my best. But yeah, enjoy. Oh, the song is Contagious by Saving Abel.
You're contagious, get under my skin, tattoo my heart black again,
Contagious, virus in my vein, give me something to kill this pain,
There never was a cure for this, try to stand and swallow pills,
Something to numb the brain, something to kill the pain,
This drug is causing me such a beautiful misery,
VPOV
Whatever mission they have to handle, only Luther and Diego go. Sir Reginald doesn't tell the ones left at the house anything, choosing instead to let them wonder. It's not like Vanya asks him anyway. She considers sending Diego a message but doesn't want him to be distracted. She's still clueless as to what 'later' meant. Torn between asking and waiting, she considers going to Klaus or even Allison to ask. But she has no idea how to explain the circumstances it was said under.
It's not that Vanya is a bad liar but if she asks Klaus, some random dead person may be able to give him more information and therefore reveal Diego's identity. If she goes to Allison, she can rumor her to tell her who it is. And it's just the type of thing Allison would do. She loves gossip and she'd hate that Vanya had a secret like that. And then there's no telling who Allison would tell, Luther for sure. And he'd tell Reginald. Ugh.
Throwing herself onto her bed, she rolls onto her back and stares at her ceiling. It's frustrating trying to figure out what Diego meant. Despite their friendship, he's hard to read most of the time. The events of the past couple of days notwithstanding she'd never gotten the impression that Diego liked her. But maybe it's convenience. Maybe she was just there. But no, he's not that type of guy. She doesn't think he is, anyway.
Sighing, she got back off of her bed and grabbed some pajamas. It's late and she's physically tired but her mind won't shut up. Peeking out her door, she listens carefully to see if anyone is awake. She doesn't hear anything so she very carefully slips into Diego's room, keeping the light off in case anyone wanders by.
Rifling through his dresser she finds a black, long-sleeved shirt like the ones he wears on night missions and patrols. She smells it and sighs at the scent of him that's soaked into the shirt from it being worn so often. The fabric is incredibly soft.
Sneaking back out of the room, she goes back to her room and changes quickly, pulling Diego's shirt on over her head. It covers her butt, stopping just above mid-thigh since Diego wears his shirts fairly tight. Loose fabric is dangerous on missions, or so she's been told. Pulling on a pair of purple spandex and cotton blend shorts, she crawls under her covers and attempts to get some sleep, hoping Diego will be back soon and she can get some answers.
Getting up the next afternoon, Vanya doesn't hear anyone moving around in the house. If Diego and Luther are back, they're probably asleep, so she won't get to talk to Diego yet. Making her way to the kitchen, Vanya makes herself a bowl of cereal and stands at the counter to eat, one elbow propped on the counter as she leans over, half asleep still. She's drifting off in her own world so she jumps when she hears a throat clear behind her and drops her spoon on the floor. She bends over to pick it up before sitting it on the counter and turning to see who had scared her.
Her eyes widen when she sees Diego standing in the doorway. There are dark circles forming under his bloodshot and red-rimmed eyes. He looks exhausted, his lids heavy and only half lifted. Dropping her spoon on the counter, she moves forward automatically, concerned for him. He looks like he might fall over at any moment.
"Are you hungry?" She asks him and watches as his gaze moves to the floor. His dark eyes trace over her bare feet and legs, up to her shorts that are just barely visible under the hem of the shirt she'd stolen from his room last night. She tugs the sleeves down over her hands as she fights not to squirm and his eyes narrow.
One hand reaches out for the black fabric just over her stomach, pinching the fabric and pulling it before letting it go.
"Pretty sure that's mine." Diego says with a smirk and she bites her lip, unsure of what to say. She probably should've gotten dressed before leaving her room. "I could eat, though."
Nodding and trying not to show how grateful she is that he let it go, she moves towards the cupboards and starts fixing him some cereal. He'll probably want to go to sleep soon and cereal would be the quickest in terms of wait-time.
Sliding the bowl across the counter, Vanya got two clean spoons and handed him one, using the other to finish her own cereal. Unsurprisingly, Diego finishes before her. As lost in thought as she is she's surprised she finished at all.
Diego waits as she rinses the bowls out and they head upstairs. He's at his bedroom door and she turns to go to hers when his hand grabs her wrist and gently tugs her back. She goes with ease, curious about what he wants. She doesn't expect him to open his bedroom door and pull her through it with him. He pushes her toward the bed and she sits down as she watches him strip his knives off of his body and carefully put them away. This moment seems much too intimate as she realizes he's getting ready for bed. She has no idea if she should walk out or not. He'd asked her to be here, sort of, so she figures he wants her to stay, though.
Watching him, she gets a glimpse at the scars on his back from so many missions and knows he has more on his chest and stomach. She's helped Mom in the infirmary enough to recall most of the others' wounds. She has so few scars of her own and none of them are from missions. Obviously.
He unbuttons his pants and she jumps, her eyes squeezing shut at the sound of the zipper being pulled down. The bed moves and she jumps again, her eyes snapping open and looking to see Diego sitting next to her, his shirt off, his pants undone, as he reaches down to untie his boots. She swallows roughly as she looks at the muscled expanse of his back.
Oh, wow.
Vanya bites her lip again to keep herself from accidentally reaching out and petting him like a cat. She's not sure how he'd take it, really. And she can't believe she has the urge.
Kicking his boots off, he slides them under his bed before standing up again and she bites her lip harder as his pants slip lower on his hips. The black band of his boxer briefs is visible and she closes her eyes again, physically turning her head this time. If it was anyone else, she'd think he was trying to torture her.
Hands on her arms make her jump and she stands up quickly, bumping into Diego and he laughs lightly before moving her to the side and getting in the bed. He holds the covers up with one hand and pulls on her wrist with the other.
Acquiescing, she crawls under the covers.
She can't quite get comfortable, though. And then, Diego wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close before falling asleep. Vanya lays there and listens to him breathe softly and deeply. At some point, it lulls her into sleep, too.
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