????????? ???????? - Ichabod Crane × Detective Reader

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Third Person POV

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"I want to protect you, Ms L/n."

He wishpered. There was something in his opal eyes between determination and . . . Something. Something she didn't understood, something even he seemed to be deprived about. But her heart gave a tug . Why? She didn't knew.

Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Her thoughts wavered, unsteady, trying to grasp at reason, to find a way to dismiss the weight of Ichabod's confession as nothing more than a momentary reassurance.

"You don't mean that," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling trees. "To protect me."

Ichabod's grip on her hand tightened. His gaze burned into hers, unwavering, dark with something she couldn't quite define.

"I do."

Her breath hitched. The words struck her deeper than she cared to admit.
This was wrong. It had to be.

She was Y/n L/n-the daughter of a noble family, a woman of status, of name, of history. He was a constable, a man of reason, of law, of logic. Their worlds were not meant to cross.

And yet...

Before she could protest again, before she could find the right words to deny the strange, undeniable truth between them, Ichabod moved.

It was instinct-raw and reckless. A moment where reason slipped away entirely, where the weight of their unspoken emotions collapsed under the force of something far more powerful.

Without thinking, without hesitation, he lunged forward.

Y/n barely had time to react. Her breath caught in her throat as Ichabod reached for her, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.

He was tall-taller than her even as she sat astride her horse-but he didn't hesitate, didn't falter. His gloved hands framed her face, pulling her down toward him, and before she could utter another word, he silenced her with a kiss.

A sharp gasp left her lips, swallowed immediately by the force of him.
For a moment, she was frozen-caught between shock and something else entirely. But then it hit her, all at once, an explosion of emotions unraveling in the space between them.

The tension, the unspoken feelings, the weight of everything they had refused to acknowledge-it all came crashing down.

Her heart pounded violently against her ribs, her fingers gripping the reins tightly as if to steady herself. She knew this was dangerous. She knew this was not supposed to happen.
But Ichabod didn't let her think.
He deepened the kiss, slow at first, almost hesitant, as if giving her the chance to pull away. But she didn't. She couldn't.

"You cannot turn anyone, especially me," his lips moved against her as he wishpered between the kiss.

She could feel her heart whimpering.

Her lips moved against his before she even realized it, before her body betrayed her mind. Her hands, once gripping the reins, now rested against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through the fabric of his coat.

Was it as fast as hers?

This is not right.

Her thoughts screamed at her, but her body didn't listen.

Ichabod had his own thoughts flailing in his mind.

He was a mere constable-a man with no wealth, no title, no noble blood. She was the daughter of privilege, a woman of standing, a name that carried weight.
She was not meant for a man like him.

And yet...

As Ichabod's hands slipped from her face to her waist, holding her steady, as the warmth of him enveloped her despite the cold night air, she realized something terrifying.

She didn't care.
Her mind conflicted, this isn't right.
Her heart screaming his name.
Her soul encraved with his mere existence.

Not in this moment. Not as her fingers curled into his coat, not as his lips moved against hers with an urgency that sent shivers down her spine.
Not as she let herself surrender, just for this fleeting, stolen moment.

The world around them blurred-the restless horses, the darkening sky, the looming danger of the Horseman's return. None of it mattered.
There was only him.

Only this.

And for the first time, Y/n L/n, the woman who always carried herself with dignity, with composure, let herself be something else entirely.
Let herself feel.

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A.N : Finally they kiss. Lmao.