Fuckass... || ChiScara

22.

Author<3: Aftercare chapter, so references to the previous chapter where they did the do, if you don't wanna read that, feel free to ignore. Also, I have a perfectly good excuse as to why this is so late. I took like two or three days to think and plan out the chapter, then I had six days of volleyball in a row so I was too busy, and then too exhausted the day after all that to write and at the same time, I mostly write this shit whilst I'm at school, so my attention is divided.

Alsoooooo, eyyyy, we had number one in ChiScara for a while, that's pretty good.

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I opened my eyes groggily, feeling gross as I did. There's some  crust covering my stomach, the bed, my upper thighs and uh, inside of my ass? Which now that I think of it, hurts really fucking bad. I need a fucking shower. Or a bath. Either one is fine, I just feel disgusting and I need to wash this shit off. I wiggled out of the long arms hugging me from behind and slipped out of the bed. Only for my legs to immediately give out and leave me collapsed on the floor. Fucking legs. I can't even sit up because of the pain, I'm just stuck here laying on the ground. Who even knows when this was last cleaned.

"Ajaaaaax, wake the fuck up and help me." - Scaramouche

I heard a groan and a rustle, but after a minute or two I realised he's definitely not awake yet.

"AJAX." - Scaramouche

"Just five more minutes..." - Childe

His groaning plead for more sleep just ticked me off more. He's the reason I can't fucking stand and am coated in this disgusting stuff. The least he can do is get me to the bathroom.

"No. Get the fuck up. NOW." - Scaramouche

The sheets rustled again and a large yawn filled the room, followed with a hum of confusion.

"Where even are you, doll?" - Childe

"On the fucking floor. You ruined my legs." - Scaramouche

I heard a snort that quickly broke out into a laugh. This bitch, this is all his fault, I fucking hate him. How dare he have the nerve to laugh at his destruction of my ass.

"Shut the fuck up and help me, you bitch." - Scaramouche

The bed creaked with his movement as he got off the bed, leaning down beside me to scoop me up, bridal style as to not hurt what he'd already ruined any more. That's when the fact that we're both entirely naked hit me like a truck and brought a bright red to my face. I tried to wiggle away from his naked hold but that only resulted in him being firmer with his grip.

"Do you want to fall on the floor again?" - Childe

He's right. Falling from here would be even worse than when I fell out of the bed, being right is rude. He needs to stop. My arms crossed and my face scrunched up into a glare to prove my point without saying anything.

"That's what I thought, now hold on, don't need you falling for me even more, doll." - Childe

"Who said I'd fallen for you at all?" - Scaramouche

I mean, he's not wrong. I might have a little, I'm just in denial. But I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck anyway. Though not entirely happy about it.

"We literally fucked last night, doll." - Childe

"Shut the fuck up, doesn't mean I've fallen for you." - Scaramouche

"So you'll just fuck anyone? Ouch, that hurts Scara." - Childe

"Well.. No. Only you and a friend you don't know." - Scaramouche