𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

18 | Sharing Isn't Always Caring

"I can drive Y/N, it's just four little stitches," I sigh, getting into the passenger seat as Y/N stood her ground in the drivers seat of my Audi. She refused to let me drive us home, her reasoning being that I had head injuries and she didn't want me falling unconscious at the wheel.

"But when we get home, we can celebrate my win..." I cooed, reaching over and sliding my hand along her thigh.

"Not a fucking chance Thomas. You're in pain and we have to keep your blood pressure low, so sex is definitely off the cards," She huffed, driving out of the casino car park and changing gears to speed up once we got on the road.

"You don't actually believe that bullshit do you? That's why there's stitches in the first place, to stop it bleeding! I can barely even feel anything," I said, unintentionally sounding whiny, like a kid being told no to candy.

"They're the paramedics here, not you. You can go get your heart rate up if you want and not heal properly but I'm not helping you do it," she said quickly turning to me just to shoot me a glare before looking back at the road.

"I could do a better job than them anyway. I've sewn myself  up after being shot, I'm sure I can have sex with a tiny split cheekbone," I scoffed, looking out the window; again, coming across as a sulking child

"You've been shot?! How have I not noticed this?" She said in shock, looking at me as we pulled up to a red light.

"Well you were blindfolded half the time we had sex so I doubt you saw too much of my body," I reasoned, resting my hand back on her thigh; in a comforting way rather than a horny sexual way like previously.

"You saw my ugly scar, I want to see all of yours. Especially a fucking bullet wound," She said driving again, nearing closer to our homes.

"It's nothing exciting but sure... You wanna stay at mine tonight or yours?" I asked, Y/N responding with my place considering I was the 'injured patient' and should be 'resting at home'.

The rest of the car trip was more bickering between us; me being relentless on the whole 'why can't we have sex?' debate and her standing her ground against it. Getting out of the car I already felt sore, I wouldn't admit that to her because it would give her all the more reasons to prove her point, but my groan gave it away.

"I knew you were in pain! I fucking knew it!" She said enthusiastically, knowing she was right all along.

"Don't sound any happier about me being in pain, wow you sound masochistic," I joke, slinging my gym bag over my shoulder and walking slowly inside after her.

"Let's get you showered. You have dried blood all in your hair and you look like a mess," she said closing the door after me and pushing me gently towards the bathroom.

"A hot mess?" I taunt, pushing my weight back onto her hands as she tried harder to push me.

"If I say yes, will you get in the shower?" Y/N sighs.

"If I get in the shower, will you fuck me in it?" I retaliate, desperately trying to get out of this no sex thing. I lasted two months with her dumb rule, we have sex once and now I'm banned for another week.

"I'll shower with you, but you're not getting your heart rate up whatsoever," she said, pushing against my back even harder as we finally reached the bathroom.

"What if I accidentally get hard?" I laugh.

"Then you can accidentally get yourself off," she says helping me pull my shirt off. I have to admit, I'm starting to hurt a lot more now, lifting my arms made me wince from my ribs hurting so much.

She put me in the shower before undressing herself. It's funny how against being naked she was a few days ago and now she's completely fine. I brought it up with her after we had sex and she put it down to the fact she trusts me. Which is nice. I trust her too. Also nice.

"Show me your scars now," she said reaching to feel the temperature of the water. I didn't have too many, yet she was interested in how I got them all. I pointed out the bullet wound in my arm from when I you know, got shot. I had a few cuts from knives and what have you. Oh, and a cigarette burn on my shoulder blade from Uncle Jack when I was a kid. Prick.

"Remember you can't get your face wet for two days. Turn around so the water doesn't hit it," she said grabbing my torso and physically spinning me around.

"Okay Nurse Y/N, calm down I can take care of myself. Although I am liking all of this," I tease, snaking my arms around her waist and pulling her against me.

"No sex." She said bluntly, looking up at me with a frown.

As much as I would love to right now, I'm actually okay with not having sex tonight. Firstly, I really don't like shower sex. It's uncomfortable, you have to focus on not slipping all the time and there's hair everywhere. Secondly, I really am exhausted after tonight's fight. I just want to curl up in bed and have Y/N make me a warm cup of tea.

"Get your head out of the gutter, I just want to show my girl some innocent affection after she came and supported me tonight and I won the match for her. Is that not allowed? Am I not allowed to be affectionate?" I smile, hugging her tighter.

"Your girl? Since when did that become a thing?" She said resting her head against my chest as I stroked her wet hair out of her face.

"Since I decided I didn't want to share you with anyone else," I said softly.

"Do I get a say in any of this? Sounds a bit fucked up that you have 'possession' over me without asking," She retaliated, still hugging me under the water. Fuck, did I just screw things up with her by saying that?

"Of course you have a say in this."

"Good. 'Cos I don't want you to be shared either."