His Sunshine

Gentle Touches

.•Liz's POV•.

I'm the type of sleeper that can sense when people stare at me in my sleep and so when I felt it in a place like this I jerked awake. In the darkness of our room I saw moons glowing eyes peeking over the bed. It was creepy as h*ll to wake up to but I wouldn't say that. I sighed and patted the bed and he gingerly crawled up onto it. I rubbed my tiered eyes and looked at him, "Are you alright? Is there anything I can do for you?" He paused a second in thought before saying, "It wouldn't be right to thank you for risking your life so stupidly but at the same time I don't want to force you to apologize or scold you. So, I'll do neither."  He completely disregarded my question. I laid back with a hum closing my eyes.

"We need to clean that wound of yours. I have new bandages and gauze." He said lowly. "Don't worry I can get it myself." I say with a small smile. "Disregard that thought. I got you into this mess. Let me do this for you." He said already making his way to grab the first aid kit. He laid it on the bed and opened it while taking out what was necessary. He gingerly lifted my shirt shyly and was attempting to clean the wound while respecting my boundaries. I didn't want to be rude but because he was unable to see the wound cleaning it would be pointless.

I paused pulling his hand out from under my shirt and removing it leaving me in just a bra. "Thank you." He said and I just hummed in response. He applied the alcohol to the wound and I hissed at the contact. I bit my lip and looked away from him trying to contain any sounds of discomfort. He was being as gentle as possible but it still really hurt. I began crying from the pain despite trying to hold back as he fixed me up. At one point he applied a bit to much pressure and I gasped at the pain turning to face him. "Oh dear...it's going to be okay. We can take a break? Am I being to rough? You want something to drink?" He bombarded me with questions as an attempt to comfort me.

I shook my head 'no' and he grabbed it looking down at me he used his thumbs to wipe away my tears. He began again and I clung to him hiding my face in his chest. He we trying to be as quick and gentle as he could be but there was no easy way around it. He finished and lowered his head down to mine and I leaned further back, looked away, and wiped my face. "Sorry..." I trailed off with an awkward laugh. He sighed, "Maybe you will think twice about taking on someone you know you can't." He said. I felt really awkward since I was being scolded and couldn't help but cry some more not because I was pain but because I've always been sensitive to negative adult feedback.

His face morphed in confusion as he leaned over frustrated and grabbed my face pulling it extremely close to his. "Stop it. Don't turn away from me. Stop moving away from me. Please do not cry. I make everyone cry in fear. Please not you as well." He said vulnerably a side of him I've never seen. I paused my crying before wrapping my arms and pulling him down to where I was laying. His head was on my chest, his torso and waist on my legs and his legs off the side of the bed. "What are you doing? I don't want to lay with you." He said.

I sheepishly let go of my arms around him and looked at him as he stood back up. I didn't really face rejection of my affection well and so I just covered my head in the blanket as well. "It just looked like you needed a hug..." I said shyly. There was silence and I looked up to see he had returned to his charging station.

.•Moon's POV•.

I sat watching Eliza as she slept with a most peaceful look on her face. Her eyes opening as she stared at the feeling before landing on me. She sighed and patted the bed and I gingerly crawled up onto it. She rubbed her tiered eyes and said, "Are you alright? Is there anything I can do for you?" I paused a second in thought before saying, "It wouldn't be right to thank you for risking your life so stupidly but at the same time I don't want to force you to apologize or scold you. So, I'll do neither."  She laid back with a hum closing her eyes.

"We need to clean that wound of yours. I have new bandages and gauze." I said. "Don't worry I can get it myself." She says. "Disregard that thought. I got you into this mess. Let me do this for you." I say as I laid out the first aid on the bed and opened it while taking out what was necessary. I gingerly lifted her shirt and was attempting to clean the wound while respecting her boundaries. A small blush took over my face because it would look quite unprofessional of me from an outsider perspective.

She paused pulling my hand out from under her shirt and removing it leaving her in just a bra. My eyes glanced over her body and I swore I short circuited. "Thank you." I said composing myself and she just hummed in response. I applied the alcohol to the wound and she hissed at the contact. She bit her lip and looked away from me trying to contain any sounds of discomfort. Her heartbeat and breathing became erratic and small sniffles escaped from her. At one point she gasped in the pain turning to face me. I grimaced at the idea of causing her pain, "Oh dear...it's going to be okay. We can take a break? Am I being too rough? You want something to drink?" I ask her.

She shook her head 'no' and I grabbed it looking down at her I used my thumbs to wipe away her tears. I began again and she clung to me hiding her face in my chest which I couldn't help but admit it was adorable. I finished and lowered my head down to hers and she leaned further back, looked away, and wiped her face. "Sorry..." She trailed off with an awkward laugh. I sighed, "Maybe you will think twice about taking on someone you know you can't." I lecture. She began crying again.

My face morphed in confusion as I leaned over frustrated and grabbed her face pulling it extremely close to mine. Was she scared of me? Was she mad? Did I hurt her? Did I say something wrong?  "Stop it. Don't turn away from me. Stop moving away from me. Please do not cry. I make everyone cry in fear. Please not you as well." I said vulnerably instantly regretting how pathetic I probably sounded. She paused her crying before wrapping her arms and pulling me down to where she was laying. My head was on her chest, my torso and waist on her legs and my legs off the side of the bed. She was comfortable and the warmth she radiated was alluring. A strong urge to lay down with her for the night crossed my busy mind. But that would be extremely unprofessional of me considering it's my coworker and we work at a daycare. I can only assume it's platonic but a side of me I wish I could just suffocates longs for affection.

"What are you doing? I don't want to lay with you." I say realizing I have to put a stop to this. She sheepishly let go of me and looked at me as I stood back up. She covered her head in the blanket.  "It just looked like you needed a hug..." She said shyly and by that time I was closing the door to the charging station.

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Chapter 8.
2/25/22.