Street Fights And Kisses

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SUMMARY: After getting into a fight, you tend to Vi's injuries, but she just wants love.

WARNINGS: cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of injuries and blood, minor angst, mentions of fights.

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Vi hissed in pain as you pressed a cloth covered in alcohol against a wound on her temple, and she jerked away with a curse under her breath.

You sighed, continuing to wipe the dried blood from her head.

"Dammit, Vi, why do you always take it too far?"

She scoffed.

"Bastard had it coming, he insulted you."

You sneered and continued to wipe away the blood.

"I don't care what some no good, dick down his throat, asshole has to say about me. I care about you, ok? You took it to far, and now you're gonna need stitches, which I barley know how to do."

She pushed your arm away, scoffing.

"I'm fine, you're being dramatic. It doesn't even hurt."

You rose an eyebrow. "Really?"

Then, you pressed the cloth down hard on one of her wounds, making her exclaim in pain.

"Augh! Shit! What the fuck?!"

You eased up on the rag, then set it aside.

"You need to be more careful, Vi. I'm not gonna be around all the time to treat wounds like this. What if you get stabbed, and you bleed out? What am I gonna do then, huh? I've already lost Powder and the others, I don't wanna loose you, too." Your voice strained against the knot forming in your throat, tears welling up in your eyes.

Vi's eyes widened at the sight of your tears, and her shoulders slumped.

She let out a soft sigh, leaning forward and taking your hands into her own, rubbing her thumb along your knuckles.

Her guilt stricken face looked away from you, strands of pink hair falling in front of her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't like it when I get into this kinda shit, but what he said about you just made me so angry. And, I know you said that you didn't care, but I do. You're my girl, and I'd do anything to defend you, even if it means getting the shit beaten out of me."

You sighed, slipping your hands out of hers, and cupping her face, making her cheeks squish together slightly.

Her face flushed a soft pink as your thumb caressed the tattoo on her cheek-bone.

"I know you care about me, and I know you'd do anything to show it, it's what I love about you, but I can't stand you getting hurt all the time, V."

She leaned into your touch, giving a feather light kiss to your palm.

"I'm sorry." She muttered, shame coming into her features again.

You stood up, standing above her with her face still in your hands, making her look up at you.

"Hey," you started, "none of that. I love you, okay? I get it, you wanna defend me, just please, please try not to get hurt too much in the process?"

She looked up at you through large eyes, light blue irises shining with small tears.

She gulped down a lump in her throat before letting out a soft chuckle, and taking her head out of your hold, shaking it fondly.

Letting out another laugh, she stood up to her full height and wrapped you in a hug.

Almost instantly, your arms wrapped themselves around her waist, snuggling into the leather material of her red jacket.

"Fuck, I love you so much." She murmured into your hair.

She sat you both down onto the old, worn leather couch, having you straddle her lap.

Her bandaged arms were wrapped around your waist, staring up at you with the largest smile on her face.

"Hi." She said, happily.

You smiled down at her.

"Hi."

She pressed a kiss to your collar bone, then rested her forehead against your chest.

Her fingers ran up and down your back, and she hummed deeply in the back of her throat.

You chuckled, running your fingers through the longer strands of her hair.

"Comfy?" You asked.

She nodded, "very. Kinda tired, too. Mind if I just take a nap right here with you sitting on me?"

You rolled your eyes affectionately, continuing to pet her hair.

"Go ahead, V."

"Alright. Thanks, Cupcake."

Within minutes soft snores were coming from her mouth as her face nestled a bit more into your chest.

You patted the top of her head as your legs began to cramp a bit, but you didn't move in the slightest.

Resting your cheek onto her head, you sighed softly before falling into a light sleep yourself.

Word Count: 786

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