Rhapsody (OBX S2 Book II JJ fan fiction)

FORTY-NINE (III)

**JJ**

My first thoughts had gone to Lexi, and then to the pain that was eating every nerve in my body; swallowing me whole.

He was drunk, and going through withdrawals, a deadly combination I hadn't considered until he had come at me with a machete, and told me to think twice before crossing him again.

He had risked everything he had worked for to do it: to hurt me.

Which dug deeper than I'd care to admit.

It just seemed like everyone in our life was out to get us, and as I sat there, trying to figure out what to do, I'm left with nothing but hate towards the world.

"JJ, I need you to promise you'll stay still," I hear Lexi's frantic voice now, barely above a whisper as she slides into sit in the tub behind me. "I'm going to clean the wound."

I agree silently, yet still crying out the second she removes the towel and starts to clean my back, wildly trying to twist away from the harsh burn that feels like it's going to set me on fire. She holds me firm, begging me to listen to her with a choked up voice.

"JJ!"

"FUCK Lexi. Fuckfuckfuck I can't."

Her hands are soft as they kneed into my bicep, "focus on me," she murmurs, "try to focus on my hand."

I nod weakly, my mind wandering to how her nails dig into the muscle, a spasm shaking through me as I feel the burn again, a hiss escaping through my teeth as I fold in two, bending over at her touch as she tells me the same thing, over and over again; "Please, be still, killer."

I feel delirious as I start to picture her hands holding me like she does when I fuck her, something corrupt in how she sits behind me and breaks me down with her light caresses, in how she holds me still with such dainty limbs.

I shudder, crying out as she passes by one of the deepest parts of the cut, unable to stop myself from whimpering as the feeling lingers, mixing with the pleasure of her lips as she presses her open mouth to the nape of my neck and apologizes over and over again.

I pray she doesn't notice as I feel myself harden, my mouth agape as she continues on to the lowest part of my back, my legs instinctively parting as I twitch against her touch.

My face burns as I let out a low agonizing grown, wanting to shrink away from the pain so badly, while I instead find myself starting to lean into it as she traps me; forcing me to stay still.

"The back is done," she whispers, taking a breath as she gives me a break, her hands still caressing my skin as I suddenly feel a sharp jab piercing my skin. I yell out, my hands flinging to claw at the edges of the tub as she tells me to give her 30 more seconds.

She moves onto the next one, shifting to rest her forehead on my back, kissing my spine between rushed apologies, hooking her legs around my hips so I can't move, so I can't even flinch away as I muffle my scream by biting down on my shoulder; her heels dig into my inner thighs.

Another whimper; rattling in the back of my throat as she finishes up the last stitch. "Okay, okay," she whispers, moving to dress and wrap the wound that's covers the length of my back, the relief of her careful touch making me sigh softly. "You can lean back now," she tells me, my head coming back to rest on her shoulder, my back pressed flush to her chest.

I know it's obvious now, the tent in my shorts exposed as I lean against her for support, hastily moving to adjust myself as I squeeze my eyes shut. But, when they re-open, she starts cleaning the front cuts, starting at the top to my great dismay, watching her hands trembling in the corner of my eye as she hastily kisses my jaw, rubbing my shoulder with her free hand.