Larissa Weems

Larissa Weems

My Cure ♡♧

No Dating-Rule ♡♧

New Year ♡♧

Headcanons pregnant Reader♡

Nervous Mess ♡

Promise me ◇

Dance Floor (☆)

Vanilla Latte ♡

Insecurities ♡☆

Good girl ☆

Darling? ♡♧

Stubbornness ◇♧♡

Raccoon ♡

You're safe now ♧♡

Airhead / Rusty (xdaughter) ♡

I'll take care of you ♡

Punishment ☆

Snow Storm

College Sweetheart ♡

My beautiful Angel ♡☆

Old habits die hard ♧

What'd you take? ♧

You're not a burden (xdaughter) ♡

I'm leaving ♧◇

Gym Clothes ♡

Crush ♡

You are worth it ◇♡

Domestic Fluff Headcanons ♡

Numbness ♧

Little Brat ☆

One Bed ☆

Poe Cup ♡

Ride or Die ♡

Beg ☆

Professor Weems (☆)

Bad Girl ♡

Polaroid

Bottled up ◇♧

She's not there ♧♡

The Hidden Truth (Kate Stewart x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You've been hiding a pretty big secret from Kate

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: soulmate AU, yearning, a bit of angst, anger, bruising, boss/employee relationship

Kate Stewart was the kind of woman you’d dreamed of as your soulmate. Once you’d been old enough to understand what a soulmate was, you’d begun imagining a woman, bright and shining and glowing. Someone strong and capable and competent. Someone that made your heart flutter and your skin flush and your breath catch. 

And that was Kate Stewart.

It was too bad she was your boss and couldn’t be your soulmate. 

Not in an HR way. In a “there must have been a mistake” kind of way. 

It had been barely anything, the brush of a pinky across your forearm. You’d looked down and saw the colours bloom over your skin, unable to believe what it meant, what had happened. And to you of all people. There on her finger were the swirl of colours and you’d known it was a mistake. The universe had made a mistake. Because there was no way you could be the soulmate of someone as amazing as Kate Stewart. 

So you’d hidden it. Covered up, unseen, pretended. You’d seen her look down at her finger sometimes, touching the mark when she thought no one was looking. An almost wistful look came over her face.

The worst was when you saw her get almost angry when she looked at it.

Then again, you could understand the frustration of seeing the soul mark on your body and not knowing who had the matching one. It would drive you nuts to know you’d been close enough to touch your soulmate and still hadn’t realised. That they might be around and you’d never know. 

Which only made you more certain you weren’t going to tell her. 

You could live with that. Getting through every day was easy enough if you didn’t think about it. Hiding it helped. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. 

Only then you’d go home and change out of your work clothes and see it staring up at you. You’d trace over it, staring long into the night, wondering. Why you? Why would the universe think you were Kate’s soulmate? You weren’t anything special. Not like her.

You trailed behind her on a normal afternoon, looking over the fieldnotes on your tablet. She tried to get down to the labs at least once a month to see what she’d read about in the reports. With a small smile on her face, she’d once admitted that she saw it as getting back to her roots, being in the scientific trenches. You’d been sure to be there with her every time since. 

“...and we’ll be stopping by the greenhouse,” she said, looking at you over her shoulder.

“To see the flowering plant that looks like roses with the fluttering petals?” you asked.

“Someone has been doing their homework.”

Your cheeks heated and you looked back down to your tablet. The way her voice had lowered, sounding so pleased, it made fire lick through your veins. If you kept looking at her she would see it in your eyes, the way you wanted her. A bad idea all round. 

When you looked up, dark eyes were still watching you, lips quirking up in a small smile. She reached you, fingers closing around your wrist, drawing you to her side.

“Stay close. There’s a vined plant that grabs unsuspecting people,” she warned. 

“And you’ll save me?” You fluttered your eyelashes and realised that you were flirting. You bit down on your tongue to keep anything else from slipping past your lips. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, smirking at you, “I’m using you as a human shield.” 

You laughed and her own lips spread into a sweet smile. She tugged on your wrist again, pulling you a step closer before letting you go, fingertips brushing over the sensitive skin of your inner wrist. Your laughter broke off, choked as your heart skipped a beat. Confusion flashed over her face and you cleared your throat, looking back down to your tablet, breaking the moment. 

You always did your best to break the moment with her. 

When you darted your eyes up to her, she was already looking at you, considering, as if trying to read your soul. Her mouth opened, ready to say something, perhaps to ask you a question, delving deep into you and your inner world. 

“Ma’am,” one of the guards interrupted before she could say anything. 

“Yes,” she said, turning away from you, “let Davidson know we’re here.”

“He’ll be a few minutes. He’s been in the lab all day,” the guard said. 

“That’s fine,” she said, “we’ll take our own tour. He’ll find us in the greenhouse.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She put her access code into the door, waiting for the light to turn green. Holding the door open for you, she waited until you ducked past her. The door closed with a quiet snick, closing you in the space with her. 

The air was immediately warm and wet, condensation clinging to your skin, your breathing not coming as easy as before. Kate brushed by your shoulder, squeezing between plants as she pushed deeper into the room. You followed, wiping the sweat away from your forehead. 

It was easy to believe you’d stepped into another world, one only inhabited by you and Kate. Plants filled every inch, each more fantastical than the last. And all you could see was Kate, pushing past fronds and leaves, so comfortable she could have been an old school explorer in the rainforest seeking out lost treasures. 

She paused, bending forward to look closer at one of the plants. You dragged your eyes away from the curve of her arse. Pushing your sleeves up to get any kind of air on your overheating skin, you looked up at the ceiling, trying not to continue staring at Kate. It was unfair how beautiful she was. The universe really wanted to torture you with her. 

Pushing in further, you were so close to her, cramped between the overflowing banks of plants. She glanced over her shoulder, and you stumbled over your own feet when she smiled at you. She chuckled, catching you around the forearm.

“Careful,” she said, voice so quiet it almost hurt. 

“I’m okay,” you said.

“I know you are,” she said.

You followed her again, her hand still on your forearm, ducking around a corner, following a path you couldn’t see. She let you go, a soft sigh passing over her lips as she practically turned mooney eyed. Peering around her, a pale blue flower was fluttering as if someone had just walked by. 

“Look at it,” she breathed out.

“Wow,” you said.

She lent closer, pushing her hair behind her ears to keep it out of her eyes. The petals parted, almost as if they were reaching towards her, wanting to make contact. Her face was full of wonder, eyes sparkling, almost liquid as she stared down at it, fingers clenching as if stopping herself from reaching out to touch the delicate flower. You could imagine how they’d feel, those fingertips brushing over your skin. You shuddered at the thought. 

She turned, looking at you over her shoulder, trying to share her wonder with you. She stood, hand snapping out, grasping you around the waist as she pulled you into her body. You fell against it, surprised at the tugging you felt for a moment from the other direction. Your hands clutched at her shoulders, trying to steady yourself. 

“Looks like my human shield worked,” she said, looking down at you. 

You glanced behind you, finding vines slithering away from you. Turning your gaze back up to her, she was smiling fondly at you. Her soft curves were pressing into yours, warmth washing over you. 

“Next time I’m pushing you into it,” you said and she laughed. 

“You’d do well to remember I’m your boss,” she chuckled.

She was right. You would do well to remember exactly who she was. And yet the way she was looking at you was achingly fond and it was making your head spin. You stepped away from her, pulling your arms back. 

Her hand shot out, grasping your wrist again, only this time it was tight enough to almost hurt. Instinctively, you tried to jerk out of her hold but it was too strong. Her eyebrows had drawn together and she was staring at something on your arm. You turned your gaze to it, trying to figure it out. You froze. 

“What’s this?” she asked, voice hoarse.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Just a doodle. A mark. Nothing,” you said and even to your ears you sounded panicked.

Her thumb rubbed harshly at it and when it didn’t smudge she let out a snort. Her eyes found yours and you shook your head, frantic, trying to pull away from her. Her grip tightened and you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow, the small bones in your wrist grinding together.

“Kate, you’re hurting me,” you whimpered. 

She ignored you, bending over your arm, hair falling forward. Her pinky rested along it, the colours swirling together, the marks matching up perfectly. You made a pained noise, squeezing your eyes closed. She tugged you closer again and your breath left your body.

“What is this?” she asked again, restrained anger painting every word. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“What. is. This?” she demanded.

You finally looked up at her, scared by the tone of her voice. Her jaw was clenched and she was staring at you like she’d never seen you before. Fear flooded you and you scrabbled against her, trying to get her off you. All she did was haul you against her body, gaze hardening, all fondness long since gone. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said.

“Explain this to me,” she said.

“I…” You had no words for her, nothing that could explain your actions.

“Ah, there you are.”

You startled, your hand coming up to brush away the tears that were threatening to fall. She looked up, barely containing her anger as she tried to school her features. You looked away from her, down to your shuffling feet and she still wasn’t letting you go. 

“I’m so sorry, but we’ll have to do this some other time,” she said, “something has come up.”

She didn’t wait for a response before she was dragging you back towards the door and the moisture free air of the corridor. Ignoring the guard, you didn’t have time to come up with anything to say before you were being frog marched into an elevator. She slammed the button for one of the lower level floors and a sense of dread filled your stomach, making you tremble. Her hand was still curled around your wrist and she wasn’t even looking at you. 

“Kate,” you said, so soft you weren’t sure she heard you. That, or she was ignoring you.

You tried again. Her thumb brushed over your pulse point and you let out a shaky breath, shuddering. You curled your own fingers around her wrist and she finally looked down at you. Her expression was blank and that more than anything scared you.

“Are you firing me?” you asked.

“Am I what?” she asked.

“Firing me. For… hiding this from you?” 

“That would be a gross misuse of my power,” she replied.

Silence reigned and you did your best to calm your heart. You kept sneaking glances at her. She kept her eyes on the doors, waiting and yet her thumb kept running over your pulse point. 

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. She guided you out into the hall, striding off with you in her wake. The door to the HR office was propped open, staring at you, almost mocking. Kate’s knuckles rapped on the wood.

You felt like a sullen teenager being brought into the principal’s office when you were called in. Closing the door, Kate finally let go of you now you were trapped and couldn’t run.

“We need to fill out some paperwork,” Kate said to the woman behind the desk.

“Has there been an incident?” she asked, rising from her seat, eyes darting from her to you. 

“More a happy coincidence,” Kate said, smiling, although it was tight and didn’t quite reach her eyes. You’d grown used to reading her over the months you’d been working at UNIT, “it appears as if we’ve found our soulmates.”

“Congratulations.” A smile broke out over her face, “it’s just a few forms you have to fill out.”

It didn’t take long, filling out the forms for the paperwork to be filed. Shame filled your gut, cheeks heating, when you noted down the date of the mark appearing. You didn’t miss the way Kate’s gaze lingered on it, your lie right there in ink for anyone to read. It stung, and yet that was buried under the knowledge it must be hurting Kate so much worse.

With a final congratulations, you were released back out into the hall. While she didn’t grasp your wrist again, her hand hovered at the small of your back and it was clear you weren’t about to be allowed to slink off. 

“Come on.”

She led you back into the elevator, taking a short trip up to her office. She closed the door, closing the blinds, leaving you trapped with her with no way out. Sighing, she leaned against the edge of her desk, arms crossed over her chest. When she looked at you, you felt frozen, feet stuck to the floor, heart thundering in your chest. 

“How long have you known?” she asked.

“Since it happened.”

She let out a long breath, hand passing over her face. You curled your arms around your waist, holding on tight as if that would help. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, sounding so tired.

“I thought the universe had gotten it wrong,” you said with a small shrug, “I thought… I mean, there’s no way it could be right.”

“Why not?” She finally looked at you again, weary and worn, and not bothering to hide the hurt in her eyes.

“Because you’re you and I’m me and there’s no way we could be,” you said, not able to say the word. 

“If you’re that unhappy with it we can pretend like it doesn’t exist, but you need to tell me why you don’t want it to be me. I think I deserve that much,” she said.

Your mouth fell open and it was like getting kicked in the chest. To think that you wouldn’t… that she wasn’t… She had the completely wrong end of the stick. She’d misunderstood so utterly that all you could do was stare at her, speechless, waiting for her to understand. 

The moment never came. 

She stared at you, waiting, the way she waited out people being interrogated. Being on the other end of it was not an enjoyable experience and you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

“Are you going to tell me why I’m such a disappointment?” she asked eventually.

“You’re not,” you said. It came out so fast, without thought, because there was no thought. All there was the need to let her know that you were the problem, not her.

“Clearly I am,” she said, affecting an unconcerned facade, “and I’m sorry for that but I want to know why you’re so unwilling to entertain the idea of us.”

“Kate, it’s… you’re not the problem here. It doesn’t make sense because how could someone as brilliant as you end up with me as their soulmate? It must be a mistake. It has to be.”

She stood again, hands falling to her sides as those dark eyes swept over you. It was like she was trying to understand you, to dig beneath the layers of insecurity to understand what you were saying. You pressed your lips together, waiting for her to tell you that you were right and there obviously was a mistake and you could all just forget it. 

“Do you know what I think?” she asked, taking a step towards you as one hand pushed into her trouser pocket.

You shook your head, because clearly you didn’t. She looked down towards her feet before looking up through her eyelashes at you.

“I think I breathe easier when you’re in the room. And that when I began to notice it, I hoped the mark had shown up on you but somewhere you couldn’t see it. Like the back of your neck.” Her hand gently brushed over your shoulder, the same pinky with the mark finding your skin, almost as if she knew exactly where it was, “and I think it hurts to know that you think you’re not good enough for me.”

“I didn’t do it to hurt you,” you said, not able to address the rest of it.

Her finger stroked over your skin again before she took her hand back.

“And yet here we are,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“So you keep saying,” she replied before reaching out, taking your arm, fingers gentle as they stroked over your soulmate mark, “I really do, you know.”

“You do what?” you asked.

“Breathe easier when you’re in the room.”

You looked up, finding her face bent over your arm, eyes so close to you. Your breath caught. The way she was looking at you was like a flower opening up under the moonlight. Delicate and beautiful and so hopeful. 

“So you aren’t disappointed it’s me?” you asked.

“Darling, I’ve been hoping it was you,” she replied, “but then I’m not the one who was hiding something so important.”

Shame filled you again. 

“Are you disappointed?” she asked.

“No!”

She did not look impressed.

“When I was a kid, I filled notebooks full of lists of what I hoped my soulmate would be like. And I think you check off every single one. You’re beautiful and you’re smart and you’re kind. You light up every room you walk into. I think about you when you’re not here and then when you are I can’t take my eyes off you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” You couldn’t look at her, watching her fingers trace over the swirls of colour on your forearm, “I want you too much.”

“I don’t think that’s possible when we’re soulmates.”

You dragged your eyes up to her face again, finding her already watching you. Her eyes had turned liquid, smouldering at you. There was a sense of yearning there and they dipped down to your lips before meeting yours again. 

“You have every right to want me as much as you want. In fact, I’d rather think you should want me as much as it’s possible. Unless you don’t want me at all which… you’ve indicated isn’t the case.” Finally her lips pulled up into a small smile and you thought maybe you hadn’t completely cocked the whole thing up, “I must admit is a relief given I’ve found myself wanting you a rather large amount.”

“Even now?” you asked, voice small, unsure, tremulous. 

“Especially now. It means more knowing I have the right to want you. Even more when I think you might let me have you,” she replied. 

“You can have me,” you breathed out. 

She paused another moment, drawn out until you were practically vibrating with want. It was slow, the way she lent in until you felt her breath ghost over your lips. Your eyes slipped shut, waiting, wanting. 

Her fingers tipped your chin up and then her lips were on yours and you were gasping, grabbing at her, pulling her closer. You couldn’t even be embarrassed at the noise you made when her tongue brushed against yours. Your knees turned to jelly and if it wasn’t for her arm looping around your waist you would have fallen to the floor. 

She kept murmuring your name over and over again, lost in the sensation of your kiss, muffled against your lips. You clung to her, fingers threading through her hair, wanton as you pressed your body against the length of hers. You didn’t notice her pushing you back until you hit her desk, pinned there by her hips. 

She kissed you like she was hungry, like you were the air she breathed, like she couldn’t get enough. She kissed you like she needed you. And you kissed back just as desperately. 

A knock sounded on the door. She tore herself away from you with a strangled noise. Her chest was heaving and you were panting and she’d never looked like such a picture of temptation before. Pupils blown wide, lips kiss stung, colour high on her cheekbones, all you wanted to do was drag her in and show her exactly how much you wanted her. 

“We’re still at work,” she managed to say.

“Uh huh,” you mumbled, “uh, Kate?”

She was still looking at the door, waiting, you assumed, to see if whoever it was knocked again. There was still silence and she finally looked back to you. Her hands were on your face, cupping your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. You curled your arms around her hips, reeling her back in until you were pinned against the desk again.

“Christ, look at you,” she murmured, “this is just indecent.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“You’re entirely too tempting, darling,” she said, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, ”there’s nothing for it. You’re just going to have to go home.”

“What? Why?” you asked, a flash of panic going through you.

“I’ll get nothing done with you here, looking like that, being a distraction,” she said, leaning closer to kiss you again.

You whimpered against her mouth, not able to help yourself. Even if she was trying to make you leave, you still found yourself a live wire against her, especially when her leg slipped between yours and she nipped at your lower lip.

“Nope. Nothing to be done. I can’t have you around here distracting me from very important work,” she mumbled against your mouth.

“I’m very important work,” you grumbled.

Her laugh was throaty and full, delighted in ways that lit you up from the inside out. She pulled away, just far enough that her lips weren’t brushing yours anymore. 

“I should let you get back to work, shouldn’t I?” you asked, voice soft.

“I doubt I’m being paid to snog you,” she said, still in good humour, “come back at the end of the day.”

“Why?” you asked.

“For dinner,” she replied, “and so we can discuss this more.”

“What? Snogging?” you asked.

“Cheeky.” She lent forward to capture your lips in a quick searing kiss, “go or I’ll never let you leave.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Go,” she commanded, stepping back from you, “come find me when you’re done for the day.”

“Okay,” you said.

“Promise not to do a runner?” she asked.

“Promise.” Your fingertips brushed over your lips and her gaze darkened, “I’m really glad you’re my soulmate. I feel so lucky it’s you.”

“Oh, darling, if anyone’s lucky, it’s me,” she said.

You paused in the doorway, watching her round her desk and take her seat. She looked up, winking at you with a small smile. The door closed with a quiet noise. Passing Ibrahim, you grinned up at him.

“She’s all yours,” you said.

You practically skipped back to your desk.

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