Bloody Roses

8. "Prescription"

It was warm in his chest, the feeling was comfortable and comforting. An involuntary whine came from the back of my throat when he started to pull away.

“Will you let me help you?”

Looking into his bi-colored eyes, I found myself being pulled in deeper. It felt dangerous with how welcoming his gaze was, but he was safe. He was the only one that would help.

I nodded slowly and looked down at his hands as they clasped over mine, trapping them in their warmth. The shaking stopped, my hands steading with his. 

“Come with me. Lets get you some help.”

His voice was slow and steady with a warmth to his words. I followed him blindly as he led me out of the room. The hallway was cold compared to the room. Rain beat against the floor-to-ceiling windows aggressively, filling the silence. Squeezing his hand gently, he squeezed back without hesitance. 

The walk was long and no words were shared between the two of us.He held my hand the entire time, only letting go to open a door. 

He turned on a light before stepping aside to present the room. 

The room was similar to the others; a desk replacing the bed. Stepping into the open space, I made my way towards the oak table set in front of the large window. There were a couple of vanilla folders laid out, information covered by the boring color. This must be where he disappears to all the time; his office.

A bright orange flashed in the corner of my vision, drawing my attention to a partially opened drawer. My curiosity peaked at the cylinder shape of it peering from darkly colored wood. Reaching for the handle, I was beaten to it. Fingers pressed under my chin, tilting my head back. I could hear the drawer being gently closed as he stepped closer. He lifted a wooden box with a gold insignia sketched onto the lid. 

“Come on, kitten, lets make you feel better.”

I narrowed my eyes at the nickname. That was the second time he called me that. I stepped forward when I felt his hand press against my lower back, “Kitten?”

He chuckled softly and sat down in a leather chair. He smiled up at me softly, “I think it suits you. Do you not like it?”

He set the box on top of one of the many folders before taking my hands in his again, drawing me closer.  I shook my head gently as I looked down at him, “But… kitten?”

“Feisty, knows what he wants, wants to be the one to initiate. You're my kitten.”

A shiver racked down my body when he placed a soft kiss against my wrist; holding both of them firmly in place with gentle hands. He guided me into his lap with gentle tugs.

I placed my hands on his shoulders for stability, straddling his thighs. With my knees up on the chair and my weight on my heels, I broke the silence between us, “You said you would help?”

He nodded and moved the chair closer to the desk, the wooden edge pressing against my lower back. He set the box down on the desk and popped the lid open. I looked over my shoulder to see the contents; there was what looked like an old timey pipe, a lighter,  a couple small papers, and a plastic bag filled with some dried out leaves. 

I turned in his lap to face the box better, recognizing the shriveled up plant. It wasn't a foreign substance, it was just that it was banned outside of prescriptions. 

Was I about to smoke a forbidden substance with the person who banned it in the first place?

“Todoroki… Didn't you ban this stuff?”

He nodded before resting his head on my shoulder, “I did. What of it?”

“We’re not allowed to have it…”