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You swung open the door, eyes wide.
“What the actual fuck…” you breathed in, getting pushed aside shortly by the tall, silver haired man behind you.
“ Whats wrong??...oh~” he enticed, turning to you quickly after realizing the situation.
It had been a long day of fighting stand users, and all you wanted to do was sleep peacefully, emphasis on the word peace . But alas, here you were, forced to share a room, no less a bed, with the loudest, most irritating member of the Crusaders.
“Jean Pierre, do not start with me right now, I just want to bathe and sleep as quickly as I possibly can.” you sighed, dropping your bags on the side of the bed you like to sleep on usually. Honestly if it were up to you, you would be sleeping in the middle of the bed by yourself while he would have to make do on the armchair across the room, but you knew his ass could barely fit in there sitting. “Will you please just let me have first shower at least?” You asked, turning back to him while he was checking his hair in the mirror above the separated sink.
“Of course, cherie , I would not dream of myself bathing before a woman in my presence.” he explained while giving a slight wink.
You would usually react more hostile, maybe throwing the nearest object at him, or trying to connect your fist to his ribs, but all you could do today was roll your eyes and drape a towel over your shoulder, turning towards the direction of the bathroom.
The shower was nice, the warm pellets of water bouncing delicately off of your scathed skin. The slight pink tint of runoff hinting at the dried blood that riddled your body. Some of it was yours, an unreasonable amount of scratches and scars riddling your body from these past couple of weeks; and some was not, the blood of nearby battles, enemies, or even teammates covering your skin, almost like a layer. You took a washcloth and scrubbed your body hard , making some of the wounds re-open a bit. Sure it hurt, but after a day like this, scraping your body of the filth was one of the only ways you could get clean, or even more important, feel clean.
You felt dirty. All of these new experiences, the new environment, and the multitude of enemies had changed you, made you feel like someone completely different. Like you were in someone elses' skin, and you just wanted to peel it off . Maybe it was insecurity, maybe it was the fear of you not being strong enough, or the lack of a guarantee that you would not make it the next day. Who knows? You didn’t, but all you knew was that the hard scrubbing would be a temporary fix until the next battle came around, and you were content with that.
You turned off the shower to not make Polareff run completely out of hot water, and dried yourself off, putting yourself in a robe and walking out. You opened the door to find Polnareff on the previous armchair, reading a book and smoking a cigarette. At least he had the decency to not lay in bed whist dirty , you thought to yourself. You walked over to your side of the bed, grabbing your clothes and the small first-aid kit you had brought along your travels. About to change into your sleepwear, you turned to find Jean still reading, too engrossed in his book to realize you were out of the bathroom.
You walked over to him and put a hand on your hip, sighing at the lack of alert this man had. “Jean, you can use the shower now.” You huffed, eliciting a slight jump from the giant man.
“Y/N, don't scare me like that!” he whined while closing his book, glancing up at you and face freezing. He had just noticed that you were walking around in nothing but a robe. He lifted an eyebrow, “well what do we have here?~” he purred, getting your first-aid kit thrown at his face promptly, it causing a thump when it missed his head by an inch, hitting the wall behind him.
“ You have a shower to get to before the hot water runs out, and I have cuts I have to attend to, now scram before the next item actually makes contact,” you threatened, eyes narrowing at the man. His eyes lit up at something you said.
“Oh shit, the hot water!” He exclaimed, rushing to the restroom as though it was the desert and he had spotted an oasis, nearly knocking you on your ass.
You huffed in annoyance, just glad that he was finally out of the way so you could change. “ Asshole ,” you remarked to yourself, changing out of the robe and into a bra and boy-shorts, all but ready to bandage yourself. You had finished applying rubbing alcohol, it hissing on your skin while you help back painful winces, and got to applying a lidocaine ointment when you heard a door click. You picked your head up quickly, bottle still in hand.
Could it have been the front door? Nobody has a room key… you thought to yourself before your eyes widened. Oh shit, the bathroom! You screamed mentally, turning to find polnareff exiting the bathroom.
“Sorry! Forgot someth-” He couldn’t finish his sentence before an ointment bottle connected with his right temple.
“Get back in the fucking restroom you pervert!” You yelled, eyes glaring with malicious intent. Some privacy, please! You screamed mentally.
Polnareff had covered his eyes before reaching for a miscellaneous bottle on the bathroom counter. “Okay, okay! Sorry! Please, have mercy!” He yelled in return, he grasped at the bottle and then scurried back into the bathroom as fast as he could, slamming the door behind him.
You sighed, This is going to be a long night.
Polnareff slammed the door behind him, Leaning his head against the door while his hand slid from his eyes to cover his mouth, exposing bright red cheeks. I just almost got killed with an ointment bottle, and I’m blushing?? He thought to himself, the mention of the ointment bottle making him realize his temple actually really hurt from your previous actions. His mouth-covering hand then reached up to his temple, it already being sensitive to the touch. He prodded, frowning in disappointment as he thought about how it would look tomorrow, and more importantly, what the group would think of it tomorrow. He could already hear it.
“Wow, Y/N really beat you good, huh? Trying to peek at her in the shower I assume?” Mr. Joestar remarked, earning an elbow from Avdol.
“Really Polnareff, do you always have to be so perverted to women, especially our teammate?” Avdol continued with a shaking head in disapproval.
“Yeah Polnareff, you should be showing the upmost respect for our teammate, it’s not her fault she had to share a room with you.” Kakyoin would remark with an accusatory finger.
He would probably even get a “good grief” from the quiet member of the team! And the usual cold shoulder!
But then, the other thoughts he had seeped into his mind. He had always thought you were a beautiful woman, your strength and courage outwardly on display for the world to see. Sure, sometimes you were malicious, and very (physically for sure) hurtful, but he liked that about you. And, for a split second, before that bottle came flying at his temple, he could see you without your guard up. How your shorts hugged your figure better than the rest of your clothing, showing off your perfect figure. Your exposed back and stomach, displaying your wounds that you had received from your battles. You had always tried to hide your weaknesses, but him seeing you in such an exposed state was…different.
Polnareff let out a long groan while rubbing his temple, …horrible impression, Jean . he criticized himself. With one final sigh of defeat, he changed out of his clothing and got into the shower, purple shampoo in hand.
This is going to be a long night.
Heart rushing, you slid back down onto the armrest, picking up the bandages to wrap your body and any wounds that were too deep. “I swear to God, if he makes any remarks about this he is dead .” you grumbled to yourself ever so quietly. You finished your wrapping and put the items away, picking up the ointment bottle from near the bathroom door, careful to not forget about it. You stood up with a, huff , noticing a slight humming against the water coming from the bathroom door.
I kind of figured he would be one to sing in the shower. You thought, mentally chuckling at the slight cracks in the humming. You shook your head and walked away from the bathroom, putting the rest of the first aid items back in the kit before putting on a white tank top and sliding into bed, the silken sheets draping over your body in the best way. Your curled up underneath the sheets facing the edge of the bed, melting into the mattress with a familiar comfort. You usually were comforted by the hotel bed after a long day of fighting and Crusader nonsense, but the dilemma of tonight had you exhausted .
You had still heard the water running as you got into bed, the slight trickling of the water hitting the floor was somewhat soothing. You sighed lightly into the bed, letting each one of your muscles slowly relax. It had stung getting into bed, curling up even worse, but now that you were positioned just right, the pain had subsided and you were slowly drifting off into sleep…
You opened your eyes in the sudden darkness, the smokey haze of the room blurring your senses. You looked at the clock, your eyes adjusting to the dark room & revealing the time, 3:30 AM. You had gotten in bed at 11:30. You sighed and tried to shift your body a bit when you froze at the sound of a groan. Close. Too Close.
You kicked behind you. Another groan. One more kick to get a whining, “ what”, out of the man behind you. You knew the bed gave more room than what he was allowing you.
“Why are you so close to me, Jean?” You grumbled angrily, keeping your body faced away from him in annoyance, “And why are you facing my direction?”
It took a moment for him to answer, a slight shifting of the bed showing he was a bit uncomfortable as well, “Well, cherie, you didn’t leave a lot of the bedsheets for me, so I had to improvise.” his breath now suddenly close to your shoulder, “You know it can get quite cold at night in the desert”, he said with a slight chuckle.
You huffed and grabbed the corner of the sheets that were supposedly his. “Fine Jean Pierre, then have your damn sheets and leave me alone.” You flipped over quickly with the corner of the sheets, throwing them his way so that they would wrap around his body, but suddenly, you had recognized what you had done.
You met face-to-face with the man. You were close. Really close. Closer than what you thought he was. Maybe when you flipped you had moved slightly closer? Who knows. That wasn’t the problem.
Your eyes were wide, probably as wide as his. Here you were, with a man you loathe, so close to eachother under the warmth of the bedsheets, almost melting your bodies into one. You took in the man in front of you. Polnareff looked extremely different like this. His most noticeable difference being his hair, which was now laying around his head and not sticking straight up. It looked so soft, the delicate locks contrasting his strong facials features so nicely. His earrings were gone, and so was his shirt.
Oh shit, his shirt?? You could feel yourself blushing. It’s not like his usual attire left much to the imagination, but holy shit. He was sculpted to perfection. His sharp muscles, his porcelain skin, and the patches hidden from bandages left you wondering what his body looked like under them. If you could somehow ask for more.
You could see his face now again as you adjusted to the darkness, his eyes meeting yours with just as much bewilderment, but also, curiosity? It’s like he was peering into your gaze, asking about what your deepest thoughts were, your inquiries, and your desires. Then, the horrible red that scoured his face showed the flustered state he was in, and the overbearing embarrassment the both of you shared.
You then looked down, noticing your tank-top had ridden up, showing all of your midriff. You yanked it down quickly, noticeably quiet compared to your usual state. “Sorry,” You mustered out quietly, almost slurring it with how flustered you were as well, looking down as to not meet his gaze. You noticed he had only gotten into bed only wearing lounge shorts, the rest of his body radiating heat onto yours. It’s not like you left a lot up to the imagination, but you also did not think you were going to be sharing a bed.
“No, i-it’s my fault for being so close. I Apologize amor …” he mumbled, then froze again when you whipped up your head at the last statement. Your eyes met again, becoming even more red in the cheeks than you were before. He covered his mouth quickly, almost too shocked to say anything ever again. “I-I’ll just turn around..” He muttered, propping himself up on an elbow before turning, but stopped at a grip on his shoulder.
“Wait-” you said quickly, him still propped up, but his head slightly turned towards yours his eyebrow in view slightly raised, as if questioning the certain boundary you have passed on your own. “It’s fine.” you sighed, dropping your eyes a bit to look at the wrinkles on the sheets, “you’re warm, stay a bit closer.” you quietly demanded with a slight tug, and he obliged.
“Anything for my lady.” he said, and your annoyance was suddenly flipped back on. You rolled your eyes at him and flipped around to face the edge of the bed again, “Nevermind, you ruined it.” You said, but then was sharply tugged from the side by a strong arm.
“No, wait! Comeback.” Polnareff said, him pulling you to his chest. You winced at the bandages, and honestly, your first instinct was to throw a punch, but the warmth he was giving off dulled the sudden pain, and the slight breathing on your shoulder shut down any remark you were going to make. “You’re so soft, and you smell so nice.” he whispered, the vibrations on your shoulder giving you goosebumps. “You’re too perfect not to be laying on my chest.”
For the first time in your life, you had no harsh thing to retort. No sly remark about how sappy that was, and no phrases that could be said. You just lay there, letting it soak into your skin, giving you chills. How long had it been since someone had said something similar to you?
You could not remember, nor could you fathom what to say in response. But how you were feeling was the most foreign of them all.
All he got back was a quick remark. “If you try to grope me while I sleep, call an ambulance for what would happen next.” You said, but not in your usual ‘back-off’ tone. It was softer, gentler. Damn, why am I letting myself stay so exposed? You thought to yourself. But you never pulled away, you never shifted even a little bit.
He chuckled at the remark, again the hot vibrations rubbing themselves against between your shoulder and neck, his hair slightly grasping your shoulder with a silky touch. “Oh, cherie, i am perfectly content with how I am in this moment..” He murmured to you, softer than a butterfly.
You sighed slightly, relaxing fully once again, letting sleep take you over as Pierre mumbled slowly until his sleep had taken over him as well.
The next morning, Polnareff was woken up by the bathroom door opening, and your figure snaking out in your usual attire. He realized you had woken up earlier to get ready, not bothering to wake him at all. “Good morning, Y/N.” He greeted, slightly shocking you as you had not realized he had woken up yet.
You turned around slowly while still adjusted the wraps you had put on your wrists. “Good morning, Jean. I assume you slept well?” you asked casually, “I have already packed all of my things, and I figured since I had feel asleep first, it would only be fair if you had more time in the morning.”
Polnareff smiled, knowing that this was about as much affection as he would probably going to get out of you. “ Cherie, it would be even more wonderful if you were here with me~” he purred, resting his head in one hand as he watched you perfect your look in the mirror. To his slight surprise, nothing had come flying at him. You had only clicked your tongue in annoyance, feeling his gaze wandering, but didn’t say anything else. He blushed a bit, reminiscing of last night, and used his other hand to slightly hide it.
You, on the other hand, had finished at the mirror and had strided to where you slept on the bed, putting your bag on your back.
“Mr. Joestar and the others want to meet for breakfast, we’re meeting in the Lobby in thirty minutes, but I want to look around for a bit. I expect to see you soon.” you explained as you walked to the door, but stopped when you opened it, turning your face slightly to make eye contact with him. “And Jean?” You asked promptly to get his attention, in which he elicited an optimistic hmm? In response.
“Do not mention this again.” You threatened before you swiftly walked out and shut the door.
Jean pulled his hair off of his face with one hand and stood up chuckling. You would kill him if he mentioned it, but your face had been dusted bright red.
"Oh, how you torture me~"