As the branches move out of the way and my weakness is exposed to Damian, he gasps.
He drops his head,"Whatever my brothers did, I will make them pay tenfold- Why are you cradling your wrist?"
I look up at him, and sniffle wiping my tears as fiercely as possible.
"I'm alright. I just threw a punch at the bag wrong." I say clearing my throat.
I look up at him in the eyes,"Why are you back so early?"
He frowns,"I finished the mission early and we got the information we needed sooner than expected. Let me see your wrist."
I slowly move my wrist out, he grabs my forearm and rips me from the bush, crossing his legs and sitting me in his lap before grabbing my wrist and holding it with both hands.
He moves it around some, and I hide most of my reactions minus a few hisses and flinches.
"You broke your wrist y/n..."
I look down at it and squeeze my other fist. Cursing under my breath he hooks an arm under my legs and uses the other to support my back.
"My wrist is injured not my legs. I can walk"
He scoffs again,"you're a fool if you think I'm going to let you walk back when you are injured. Especially after I want here to keep you from being injured. I've already failed you once, I won't do it again."
"I'm okay, it's just a broken wrist." I say trying to lean out of his grasp.
He starts walking,"Bullshit, a broken wrist is not fine. Even if you have a high pain tolerance."
I sigh and stare at his face,"I can take care of myself ya know."He just keeps walking past trees and bushes.
I huff and look to my non broken wrist. The second my eyes land on it an idea pops into my head.
"I won't stop poking you until you set me down." He just keeps walking.
"Fine, you asked for it."
I raise my hand and stick my pointer finger into his cheek. "Poke."I pull my hand back slightly before pushing it into his cheek again."pokeee."
He hardly even acknowledges it so I repeat the process, this time I'm even louder. "PoKeeeee"
He still isn't acknowledging this so I do it 5 more times. Then I huff and drop my arm into my lap.
Then an idea pops into my head. I know exactly how to get a response. I know the perfect way to get a reaction. So like that, I lean forward a bit and kiss him on the cheek lightly.
I can feel a small warmth radiate from his skin, but the surface is a bit cold. His cheek is soft, and the feeling is a bit smooth against my lips.
I pull back and smile he stopped walking the second I made contact with his skin. I feel my smile grow a bit and my face grow a little hot in embarrassment when I see that he is still processing what just happened. His gaze is on the same spot and he isn't moving anymore it's almost comical how funny his face is right now.
After a few seconds when I calm my face a bit and the heat is starting to die down with my slight smile, he glanced at me. He gives a small cough and mumbled something I can't quit catch under his breath.
"What?" I ask while trying to lean my head forward a bit.
"I said..." he gets really quiet and I can just barely hear,"can you do that again?" He has a small blush on his face that is hardly noticeable the dark Emma king it even harder to see.
I lean forward and press my lips to his cheek again. I'm not as soft as before, but it's still just a slight brush of my lips into his cheek. It's still just as soft and it feels just as smooth...but this time his cheek is considerably warmer.
I pull back and see the tops of his ears are red. He's embarrassed.
He coughs and starts walking again. The silence is comfortable and then I decide to poke his face again. I raise my finger and push it lightly against his cheek. As it made contact i feel him jump a bit. He's thinking about something.
"What are you thinking about?" He glanced towards me and then back to the sight of the manor that's appearing.
Then he looks back to me and his ears grow red again."Nothing."
I was hoping I could get him to say it, but I know exactly what he's thinking about."Are you thinking about asking me to kiss you on the cheek again?" I ask a bit slyly.
He smirks and looks at me,"not quite."
What- my face burns with a feeling of flustered embarrassment, and I feel my heart skip a beat. "What we're you thinking about then?"
He keeps walking with that grin on his face and when we get to the door he sets me down.
He holds the door for me and we walk into the manor.
I look over to him and decide to let him lead where we're going...
After a few minutes I'm certain of where we're going...we're in his room...
It's bare, and the walls are blank. He has next to no personal items in here. It looks just like the guest rooms. I know it's his though because I've seen him go in here quite often and everyone else call this his room...sooo
He leads me over to the bed and gently leads me to sit down,"Wait here."
He stands up and walks into the attached bathroom. And I look down at my wrist. It's funny, it doesn't really look broken. There only really a bit of burial the wrist and some swelling, but it could pass as accidentally hitting your wrist on something.
I poke at it to get a better understanding of where it hurts the most it's not bad it's actually kinda laughable compared to some of my past injuries.
Damian walks back in and seats my had away from my wrist,"don't do that."
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FanfictionThis probably sucks...I'm sorry. Also warning my story topics may be triggering.