[ He takes a breath, and glances at the bandages (they're pretty much soaked red, and he wonders if they should have changed it all during the night?). He nods as he moves closer, workings to loosen and untie the bandages. ]
[ Her dress is still caked with blood- she'll probably need a new one- as is her back in places, but it's easy enough to spot the scar. A long, thin line, pink against her pale skin, running between her shoulder blades ]
Pretty sure I don't have your figure for it, but thanks for the compliment.
[ -- and he does, too, but there's still dried blood on her skin, and it reminds him of the way his hands were slick with it, how it soaked his sleeves as he held her as she fell silent and no, please, you said you wouldn't leave--
He clears his throat again. ]
Go on, get yourself cleaned up. Then we can worry about getting you something pretty.
I-- [ it's hard not to notice the old panic, the old fear, bubbling up in him. She hates it with every fiber of her being. She hates that this happened, and most of all she hates not seeing him smile- really smile.
She just sort of... sags in defeat. ] Yeah. All right.
[ -- Shit, there's no mistaking that feeling -- after all, he's spent the entire night feeling that way -- and he could deflect. He could say, "That's my line, isn't it?" But instead he nods. ]
Yeah, I'll be fine.
[ He leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. ]
Go on. Pretty sure you're long overdue some time to yourself.
[ Aaaand she leans back in to run her tongue along his neck, making her way up to his jaw line, where she leaves a little trail of kisses before claiming his lips again ]
[ -- how are you good at this already we've only done it once.
But he returns the kiss gladly -- eagerly, even, lips parting to run his tongue along her lower lip and to brush against hers. He didn't realize how much he needed this until, oh, just about now. ]
[ what kind of demon would she be if she didn't know a thing or two about sex, really.
As it is there's something a little needy about the way she kisses him back. She needs this- she needs to be close to him, to remind both of them that they're alive and together and okay
She breaks away, glancing at the tub, then up through her eyelashes at him ]
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[ she was really hoping to do them herself, since she'd really not rather remind him of how bad off she was ]
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This'll just take a second.
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[ Her dress is still caked with blood- she'll probably need a new one- as is her back in places, but it's easy enough to spot the scar. A long, thin line, pink against her pale skin, running between her shoulder blades ]
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[ His stomach sinks at the sight of the scar, and he stops himself just short of touching it.
He swallows and forces himself to move again, peeling away the bandages. ]
Pretty sure this dress is a lost cause.
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[ she kind of wants to ask what the damage is, but she resolutely decides that she doesn't care. ]
I've never been dress shopping before.
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Yeah? Well, that makes two of us. [ -- Lame joke, sure, but he's trying. ]
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[ So is she. She's really, really trying, because she just wants him to be okay again. ]
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Pretty sure I don't have your figure for it, but thanks for the compliment.
[ -- and he does, too, but there's still dried blood on her skin, and it reminds him of the way his hands were slick with it, how it soaked his sleeves as he held her as she fell silent and no, please, you said you wouldn't leave--
He clears his throat again. ]
Go on, get yourself cleaned up. Then we can worry about getting you something pretty.
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She just sort of... sags in defeat. ] Yeah. All right.
I'll try not to take too long.
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Yeah, I'll be fine.
[ He leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. ]
Go on. Pretty sure you're long overdue some time to yourself.
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I, uh. Well, if you really need the company...
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Please?
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How can I say no to that?
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His arms are wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer against him. ]
Seriously unfair, man.
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[ Aaaand she leans back in to run her tongue along his neck, making her way up to his jaw line, where she leaves a little trail of kisses before claiming his lips again ]
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But he returns the kiss gladly -- eagerly, even, lips parting to run his tongue along her lower lip and to brush against hers. He didn't realize how much he needed this until, oh, just about now. ]
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As it is there's something a little needy about the way she kisses him back. She needs this- she needs to be close to him, to remind both of them that they're alive and together and okay
She breaks away, glancing at the tub, then up through her eyelashes at him ]
Help me out of my dress?
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Don't even have to ask twice.
[ Yeah, gurl, that dress has got to go. ]
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For her own part, she slides her hands up under his shirt, running her nails over his skin ]
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