Félix & Marinette︲Intensity

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓬 𝓖𝓵𝓸𝔀

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I shake my head in the weariness, loosening my grip on him, "N-No.. Just forget it, it's nothing.." My hands tremble where they still rested, but I could tell his body wouldn't relax quite yet.

Our eyes finally glaze over the other's, and I once again near the possibility of becoming unable to respire; breathless to the verge of being pulled into a trance.

"Cease your lies..." His lips move gracefully, curtly silencing my attempts, and he rises from his seat while keeping me in his arms, which I didn't expect after hearing those words.

I'm sure he's still infuriated with me...

But where is he taking me?

I look away from his face, and by the time my vision clears from the tears of the earlier moments, I found myself being laid down by him on the bed. He swiftly walked over to the windows and pulled the curtains back just a bit, then returned to me by taking a seat right beside my hip. I struggle to find words that may somehow convince him that I was not deceiving him, but before I can even foresee what he was about to do, his hands grab the hem of my shirt and lift it up, the seemingly cool air washing over me.

I grab his fingers with widened eyes, "Wh-What..?!"

He shoots a glare my way, and doesn't weaken his hold, his judgemental eyes returning to my belly, "Don't make this any more difficult than it already is... And what must you be thinking, walking around with no underwear on??" He grimaced for a split second, though I caught on with perfect interpretation.

"I-I was so tired, I didn't think of putting one on...." I bite my lip nervously, and his hand grasps the outer side of my thigh. his forceful motion urging me to turn a bit. "Lie on your side. Now." He sternly demanded, and so I do just that, supporting my bump with my hand as I turn to lie towards him, confusion warping my previous expressions consisting of crestfallen emotions.

His bleak, slightly illuminated eyes examine the exposed side of my body, and he runs his fingers along the spot, "..I'd like to know how such a bruise formed along your rib cage. Was it caused by my harsh push...?" He questions, and I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to answer. Then, a gentle, yet noticeable kick bulges upon his touch, and I gasp. "..I am not asking you. I'm asking your mother..." He sighs, stroking the swelling.

I press my lips into a thin line, then open my eyes and look at him from the angle I'm lying in, "I... I-I fell..." I confess with discomfiture, quickly looking at the wall ahead, almost wanting to push him away just to save myself from whatever that pained me.

He clicks his tongue, disappointment laced in his tone, "Where the fuck did you fall, Marinette? Would you kindly elaborate, so I can comprehend this to the best of my ability? And I'll make sure to contact your physician in the next hour, so don't think I'll feign ignorance." This request of his was surprisingly a bit more benign than the last.

On the brink of succumbing to hear his scolding, I slowly chew on the inside of my cheek, fighting the urge to break down again. My fingers dig into the bedsheet, desperate to be swallowed by an indomitable darkness that continues to suffocate my airway. "...." The silence stretches between us to an immeasurable length, continuing to exist so much so that he had already gone downstairs and came back with an ice pack.

He sat down in the exact same spot, and impatiently applied cold compression upon my ribs, leaving me wincing with words escaping my fragile body. "O-Ouch...! Félix.. I had a.. n-nightmare, so I got up and ran carelessly to find you... Ugh.. It's not a big deal, so stop icing it..." I lift my head to look at the bruise, then I give up after a few seconds, letting my head rest back on the pillow to keep myself calm and somewhat comfortable.