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everything - the black skirts
the smell of cigarettes filled your nostrils as his arms gently wrapped themselves around you, a small sigh came out from his mouth as he pulled you as close as he could. no gap could separate you two. it was one hell of a day and he needed you and nothing else. maybe he needed some patching up as well but you come first.
showing up at your door with his pretty face all bruised up and bloody, you almost slap him out of concern but you figured he didn't need any more hand flying to his face. your palm did land on his cheek though. in a soft way. you caressed an untouched side of his face and watched him closed his eyes from the contact.
no words could come out from you. you have said enough. nagging him on about being careful and yet he shows up to your doorstep every other day in this condition either way. to him, just seeing your face heals him up. it definitely sounds slightly too cheesy to be put into words, he admit it. but nothing about this was a lie. he is just too deeply in love with you.
done recharging from your embrace, he slowly peeled you off him to admire your bare face. he especially loves the way your eyelashes cast a shadow under your eyes sort of framing them under the soft glow of your nightlight. this is one of the things he will never tell you. he never tells you anything in general, but this one is specifically top secret. he's just mysterious like that.
not really, actually. you're certainly aware of it. because every time he lay his eyes on you, it's like you're looking at a different person. the light in his eyes seem to be shining brighter than it ever usually does. even his lips betray him most times by accidentally cracking a smile here and there.
you left him alone in the living room to take your medical supplies and he swore that one minute of you gone worsened his pain. totally not exaggerating.
you came back and he immediately pulled the arm of your shirt, resulting in you almost falling on top of him. "stop idiot you're in enough pain already." you never know what he's thinking. impulsive and unreadable that is just the kind of person he is.
he eyed the way your sleeping attire wrap themselves around you. not really in a sexual way. he just admires the way some curves and corners are perfectly shaped on you. it's definitely not a bad sight, he thought, almost letting out a chuckle in the process.
stabilising your thighs on his lap, you started cleaning his cuts. from time to time, he would sneakily give you a smooch whenever he could. you click your tongue every time but deep inside it's not like you hate it. it was the total opposite.
you were interrupted by his lips going up from him grinning like an idiot, making the tape crinkled and eventually his cuts were exposed again. "if you had a life bar, its at least 30% empty by now. what are you smiling about?" you obviously were still worried and angry at him, and it made him grin even wider. "i have a cute nurse. i hope i get hurt every day." he answered. a small slap landed on his wound.
maybe you were enjoying it a little too much being this close in an intimate space with him, because you didn't even realise you were done with everything when he was all patched up. a tinge of disappointment could be felt lightly in your heart. he would probably have to leave again.
you gave him a long stare. one last stare to take in his features before he left you here again.
contrasting with his big built and personality, his features are actually quite on the softer side. with tender lips and a tall nose. perfectly sculpted. you faintly touched the space between his eyebrows, dragging your finger down his nose like a feather. you went lower, ending at his lips.
he gave your finger a few soft kisses and butterflies attacked your stomach. how does he do that? it shocks you everytime at how just from a small action, he could get you on your knees and your heart racing.
he gently held your hand and pushing it aside, and now his lips are on yours. sighing contently as the love of his life is right where he wanted you to be. right there in his arms and on his lap, with your lips molding into each other like melted sugar on a scorching pan.
the sounds of your lips smacking could be heard in the room, with just the two of you keeping each other company, exchanging your love and thoughts without needing words. as his lips went deeper into yours, he kind of thanked god for letting him get beat up today.
