Sharing again
Part two of Stealing the room
Zeno x F!reader
Part 1
Masterlist
And here we are again. I really liked the first part and had an idea for the second, so this is it. I’m still sticking with sharing a room/bed trope because I just love it so much. There is banter and obviously sharing a room, which Zeno and reader say they dislike, but do they really? I hope you enjoy!
SFW
Word count: 1680
"Again, we apologise for the inconvenience Miss."
It was a lousy apology from the manager, but what else could you really say other than "Thank you."
Nancy, the manager, continues typing on the keyboard. Clicking away, making sure your new room is secured and ready for you.
The person to your right is having a lot less luck than you are.
"No! My room is supposed to be 210, but yesterday I was told it was occupied. No, no, do you even know who I am?"
You glance over at him, your brow raising slightly before turning back to Nancy. She attempts to explain something about the new keycard, but it's quite hard to hear over Zeno's shouting.
It's funny really. Usually he carries himself with the utmost composure. It truly is the little things that make him snap. You would know, often testing that fine line, just for fun.
"Sir, as I already explained, the room was double booked. The occupant that is already there checked in before you, company policy states that they have the right to stay there."
"So give me another room." He exclaims, albeit in a slightly lower tone.
The poor receptionist seems absolutely defeated, probably not paid enough to deal with crap like this. "Like I told you in the beginning, we are unfortunately fully booked, if there was anything I could do for you I would." He attempts a small smile, trying to diffuse the situation. Or perhaps he is bracing for the oncoming verbal assault you can feel incoming.
Zeno takes a breath. You can tell he is thinking about a solution, in reality he probably wants to take his gun out and shoot the poor boy standing there.
You go back to listening to Nancy, thinking that the situation is over, oh how wrong you are.
From your peripheral vision you can see Zeno point to you. "She just moved out of her room, surely you could arrange for that to be cleared for me to stay in?"
His receptionist looks over at you, then at Nancy who is most likely his supervisor. She stops talking and turns to the both of them. "Unfortunately sir, but since there is a technical issue with the room we cannot have guests staying in it."
Zeno simply huffs out a laugh. "Funny, yet she had to stay in that room last night."
"It was an oversight." Nancy counters calmly.
You just roll your eyes while Zeno laughs again. You just want to get to your room so you can unpack again.
Nancy picks up the keycard intended for your room before speaking again, pointing between the two of you. "You seem to know each other."
You cross your arms before looking at Zeno again, then back at Nancy. "You could say that, yes."
"Now," she starts and you can already tell it won't be something either of you are going to like. "This may be unethical, but would you perhaps consider sharing the room you will be moved into? There is a pull out sofa." She clasps her hands together seemingly thrilled with her genius idea.
You don’t even consider it for a second before you both mutter. "Absolutely not," in unison.
"Then sir, unfortunately the only option we can offer you is an empty broom closet."
His eyes narrow at Nancy before looking at you. "I wish I could make you stay in a closet."
You just sigh in defeat, finally taking your key and grabbing Zeno by the sleeve, tugging hard to get him to move. "Come on then."
"That is not a pull out sofa," he says, arms crossed as he observes how short it is.
From his left side you shout back, organising your clothes into the wardrobe. "It is, it’s just a bit small by your standards, but I'm sure you'll make due." You say while you smile to yourself.
He simply glances at you from the room. "How about you sleep on the sofa? I believe you would fit nicely."
You laugh, but not in an amused way. "Oh no way, remember, this is my room and I am letting you stay here out of the kindness of my heart." To emphasise your point you place your hand over your heart, really selling the part.
Instead of answering, he grumbles, not able to think of anything to counter your argument. So he picks up his laptop and leaves the room without another word.
You just shrug to yourself as you stand up, closing the door to the wardrobe and picking up your things. Your bag, laptop and ID, ready to head off to the first seminar of the day. With your position in the connections being so high up, you had to partake in most of the seminars for the day, much to your displeasure.
At 11.54 pm your last meeting ends. Finally, you think as you walk back to your room, feet sore from standing up all day. You can’t wait to have a scalding hot shower and be able to sleep in a room that wasn’t in the negatives.
You place your card in the lock, waiting for the click of the lock. It doesn’t work the first time so you try again. This time it makes a slight buzz and then it clicks open.
Stepping into the room it’s dim, not dark. Definitely not how you left it. "Are you there?" you call out as you lock the door behind you, placing the keycard in its slot. There is no reply, but you spot his shoes to your right so you know he is there.
After kicking your shoes off you make your way into the room. To your right the sofa is folded up, not occupied. You turn to the king sized bed on the left and see Zeno. There he sits, against the headboard, laptop open, shining on his face in the dim lighting.
Crossing your arms to stand by the foot of the bed, eyeing him. "Who told you that you could get into bed?"
"I decided," he mutters, not taking his eyes away from his screen.
You open your mouth, about to argue, but quickly realise there is no point. "I’m too tired to deal with this now, but know I am not happy about it."
"I’ll make a mental note." He jokes, still typing away on the keyboard.
You just grab your bathroom essentials, then get in the bathroom, locking the door behind you. A warm shower is exactly what you need.
Exiting the bathroom a cloud of steam follows close behind. You walk over to the wardrobe, putting your clothes away before walking back towards the bed, taking your side of the bed.
You practically sink into the mattress. It’s much softer than the previous one you had slept on, something you really appreciate. The room just feels nicer in general, which is probably due to the fact that it is a comfortable temperature. It smells nice as well, that freshly washed laundry smell, along with…
"Did you smoke in the room?" You ask, nose scrunched in accusation.
He turns to glance at you for a moment. "I did not. I had some decency not to after deciding I would be stealing the bed tonight as well."
You laugh. "Good to know you aren’t completely heartless." You turn around as you speak, lying down and letting your head fall onto the pillow.
"Mhm," he mutters.
After that it’s all quiet, just the occasional click of the keyboard.
It’s not the sound that bothers you. In all honesty you find it slightly relaxing, what does bother you is the bright light from the screen. Somehow it’s so bright you can see it through your closed eyelids. No wonder he needs glasses, you think to yourself with a laugh.
"Turn that off," you mutter, the first warning.
"Just a moment," he replies.
So you give him a moment, until it's about 5 minutes later and he is still typing.
Your eyes open and turn over, arm reaching for the back of the screen until you can slam the laptop shut.
"Watch it!" He exclaims, glaring at you.
"No, you watch it, I'm trying to sleep," you reply with a yawn, rolling over so your back faces him.
He mutters something under his breath but you can't quite make it out, not that you really care though, you are already on your way to fall asleep.
Waking up in the middle of the night isn’t odd for you, it happens here and there. Tonight however, you desperately need the bathroom. You suppose that drinking too much water before bed is never a great idea.
You open your eyes halfway and are about to get up before you realise you are being pulled down by something. Taking a second glance you quickly realise that that something is Zeno's arm, wrapped around you.
"Let go of me," you whisper-shout, needing to wake him to move.
He stirs for a moment before letting out a low sound, a confused mumble. "Hmm?"
"I need to pee," you reply, trying to pry his arm off at the same time.
His grip loosens and you dash to the bathroom, making your break quick.
You return after a moment, lifting the cover up and slipping into bed once again.
Instead of staying on your own side now, you scoot closer to him. Your head finding a space in the crook of his neck.
He says nothing at first, his hand simply finds the small of your back, then he pulls you close.
"Cold again are we?" He mutters after a moment, his thumb stroking a pattern into your skin.
"No," you whisper, your voice muffled by his neck.
You can tell he is smiling when he utters the next words, probably finding the situation amusing. "I see."
"Just sleep," you mutter, quietly as you snuggle closer to him.
He speaks into the top of your head, his breath warm on your hair. "You woke me."
"Just sleep."
"Very well."
Part 3
I am not planning on making this into a long series (as of now). There may be a part 3 if I think of something interesting, or if someone gives me an idea.
Ignore any of the mistakes, not sure if I checked it over properly (ops), but I am trying to finish up part 7 of the Wesker series, hopefully I will be done by tmr.
