Falling

Chapter 12

Tim's POV :

I laughed so hard that my stitches broke. Marinette is looking for her thread right now. I'm not looking forward too getting stitched up again.

Marinette : Found it!

She comes over to the bathroom and hands me a t-shirt.

Marinette : You're going to need this.

I know the drill. I take off the t-shirt I'm wearing and bite down on the other one. Marinette, on the other hand, takes off the bandages she made me last night.

Marinette : Ready?

I nod my head.

She disinfects the cut and stitches it back up. The process hurts like Hell, but at least I get to watch how her face contorts when she's concentrating. How she sticks her tongue out and how her eyes sparkle when she finishes a stitch. How she smells like freshly baked goods. It's over quite quickly and she starts to bandage my side.

I know this isn't the most romantic of situations, but I can't help the blood rising to my cheeks or my heart skipping a beat whenever her delicate fingers brush against my skin.

Marinette : And-Done!

A wide smile has spread across her face.

Tim : Thanks for everything.

Marinette : Any time! Wait-I don't mean it like that. Don't go getting yourself hurt! I don't want a repeat of last night! I was so worried!

I laugh athow red her face has gotten.

Marinette : Don't make fun of me!

Tim : I'm sorry, but that was just too much for me to hold it in.

She crosses her arms and turns around. I put my arms around her and pull her towards me. I rest my head on her shoulder and look at her face in the mirror. Her pouting has seized, replaced by a blushing mess trying to hide her face in her hands.

Tim : Why are you hiding?

She removes her hands from her face. Her blush has gone down, but her cheeks remain the most beautiful shade of pink.

Marinette : I wasn't hiding. I was just trying to get my blush under control.

She leans her head onto mine and smiles softly, before bringing one of her hands to my head and running her fingers through my hair.

I removed one of my hands form her waist and took out my phone. I took a picture of our reflection and showed her the result.

Marinette : Can you send it to me?

Tim : Of course.

I send it to her, before putting my phone away, hugging her tightly and nuzzling into her neck.

Marinette : W-what are you doing?

Tim : Do you want me to stop?

I look up at our reflection and notice her blushing furiously.

Marinette : N-no. I just wasn't expecting it...

I burry my head back into her neck and pepper soft kiss all over the side of her neck.

Marinette giggling : H-hey! T-that tickles!

I lift my head up, push her hair behind her ear and kiss her cheek. This seems to be enough to make Marinette freeze in place.

I chuckle at her reaction and let her go. I grab my T-shirt and put it on.

Tim : I should probably get back soon.