and I'm back :) this ones fluffy and has been a few times before but this was my spin on it... Enjoy :)
Enoch stumbled slightly as he took another swig of the whiskey that was previously lying on the shelf, smiling to himself as he wondered around his room, his eyes catching onto one of his dolls. A doll that had red hair and a pink dress, he giggled as he looked at it in awe.
Unbeknown to the peculiar bunch, even Miss Peregrine, Enoch had snuck out into town just before they were meant to set sail again, and purchased some sort of alcohol that looked intriguing to him.
Lately, after the events at Blackpool, Enoch had been extremely busy gathering supplies for his work in order to keep the skeletons going around the ship, helping where they can, it had been a great strain on Enoch's power as a necromancer and he wanted to be able to let go and so he thought that the only way he would be able to do that would be to drink.
What he hadn't realised though, that since he had started drinking, the alcohol beginning to seep into his blood, he couldn't get a certain girl out of his head.
"So beautiful" He mumbled, sitting the red-headed doll back upright on his shelf, before smiling again as reached for the bottle of alcohol again, taking another sip from the bottle, the vile taste breeching his taste buds before tasting like bliss.
"Enoch?" A sudden knocking, knocked him out of his thoughts as he quickly hid his arm and hand behind his back so that the bottle was out of view.
Shit, Olive.
He didn't answer back, because he knew, that she knew to go in even though he may not answer back to her.
Olive opened the rusty cabin door, dressed in her baby blue nightdress, her hair in a messy bun atop her head as she came in with a little brown teddy in her gloved arms.
Enoch had to remind himself how to breathe.
"Claire's teddy had a bit of an accident" She said before looking up at him, a slight tint of confusion in her eyes as she took in his appearance. His hair was wild, scraps of hair sticking up in odd directions, his jumper had been thrown precariously in the corner of his room, whilst his t-shirt was tight round his chest, reinforcing the point that his arm was behind his back, plus also the point that his trousers were hanging dangerously low on his hips, to Enoch's slight smirk, left a pink tinge into her cheeks.
Enoch laughed, a proper laugh as he looked at the teddy "Claire and her teddies" He laughed doubling over as he burst out laughing, holding his stomach in order to try and stop the laughter that was coming from him.
Olive looked at him confused at the sight in front of her, she smiled at the fact that he was laughing and she cherished the moment however she noted that the air smelt like something unusual, a strong pungent smell that left Olive wrinkling her nose at in distaste, before she spotted a bottle in Enoch's hand as he forgot about it whilst he was laughing.
Olive suddenly dumped Claire's teddy on his bed in the corner of his room and made her way over to him, reaching for the bottle and grabbing it, looking at it intently.
"Hey!" Enoch said, no longer in a laughing mood, glaring at her as he went to grab the bottle back from her, however Olive just moved it away from him, shaking her head.
"Miss Peregrine would kill you, if she knew about this!" Olive whispered loudly as she went and put the bottle in the bin across the room.
Enoch mocked being a soldier and saluted at her "Yes ma'am she would".
Olive laughed as she made her way back over to the door.
Before she knew what was happening she was being pushed into the wall behind her, a strong body holding her captive as she looked up in the eyes of Enoch O'Connor.
"What are you doing Enoch?" Olive said looking at him, trying to not be repulsed by the disgusting smell of whiskey.
Enoch smirked as he looked at her, a few stray hairs from her bun falling in front of her face, her dress riding up slightly from how his hands had gripped onto her waist with her dress being bunched up in his hands, it revealed much more of her thigh than he was used too.
"Mmm…" he murmured as he took a hand to her face and pushed the stray hairs behind her ears as he nuzzled his face into her neck, smelling her scent as if he was an animal, looking for a mate.
Olive was taken aback by his sudden release in emotions and giggled quietly when he took a hold of one of her hands, one remaining on her waist as he tipped her backwards, so that she had one foot on the floor and the rest of her body angling in a downwards slope, as if they had finished a ballroom dance, in the classic ending position.
Enoch smiled as he took her appearance in for what felt like the 10th time that evening.
How did he get so lucky?
Enoch brought Olive back up again so that she was standing again, before bringing her close to him and embracing her in a hug.
"You're beautiful" He mumbled in her ear as he stumbled slightly into her, mentally thanking her for catching him.
Olive blushed red at his comment "Thank you" she said looking down at her feet.
"No… you should be *hiccup* confident with your beauty, your smile makes me fall for you harder everyday" He slurred as he put a finger under her chin, tilting her face upwards before he kissed her square on the lips, the sweet and warm taste of her lips getting him mentally more intoxicated and drunk by the second before he pulled away and stumbled over to his bed.
"You're the first and last thing *hiccup* on my *hiccup* mind each day" He said before he collapsed onto his bed in exhaustion, small snores erupting from the necromancer as he slept, peacefully.
Olive had to take a moment to realise what had just happened, they had kissed again, and he had just admitted to her that he was falling for her.
She smiled as she brought a finger to her lips, a small taste of alcohol evident on her lips.
She made her way over to him, bringing the duvet to his chest and tucking him in, placing Claire's broken teddy under his arm as he continued to snore away. She wrote a quick note for him, placing it on his bedside before getting a drink of water for him as well as a paracetamol for the morning when he wakes up.
"I'm falling for you too" Olive whispered to him as she kissed his forehead before leaving his room, not noticing how there was a slight upwards curve of his lips before she left.
The next morning Enoch woke up with a headache and a nasty one at that, his throbbing head wasn't helped by the chattering of the other peculiars as they made their way down to get breakfast.
Enoch looked to the side of him to find a glass of water and a pill that he instantly took in order to try and aid his head, before spotting a note next to the water.
In neat handwriting it said:
You're my first and last thought of everyday also x
Enoch instantly noticed the handwriting as Olive's, and images from the night before suddenly flooded his brain.
Her nightwear.
Their dance move.
Their kiss.
His confessions.
Enoch rubbed his face with his hand, thinking how he would go about the day with that in mind.
Shit.
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