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Wingmen and Lotion

Look at me, updating again like a good writer. Lol what a joke.

My legs have been super fucking itchy lately and I wanna rip my skin off. Instead of that, cuz I'm lazy af, I'm making this shit. Lol, projecting onto oc's like a pro, fisH, keep it up you bitch.

Cw, sex mentions, trauma, caring partners, bullshittery on a lazy writer level, I'm on my period and I hate myself, rewatching Disenchantment, again. Sure.

Jane flopped onto her back, panting with post-orgasm bliss. Don did the same next to her, eyes closed and a small grin of his face as he breathed.

"That, ha, that was, great," he gasped, opening an eye to look over at his fiancée, who looked back at him with a dazed look on her face. "You're, uh, you're good at that."

Jane chuckled, tilting her head back towards the ceiling. "I know I am."

Just then, she winced. If it were anyone other then her fiancé looking at her, it would just look like a dazed blink. But it was her fiancé looking at her, so he caught it easily.

"Are you OK, hon'?" Don asked, wide awake now as he propped himself up on his elbow to look down at Jane. "Is it your legs?"

Jane considered lying, for a maximum of two seconds, before groaning and rolling over, throwing an arm over Don's side and sighing.

"Ye'," she mumbled, pushing her other arm under her groom-to-be to stroke his soft, if not sweaty, feathers. He let out a sympathetic-sounding croon, gently laying an arm over the woman to rub her back.

It's been years since the "Thing" that scarred up Jane's legs. A warrior she was, but untouchable... not really. Even to this day, a decade later, the scars still itched and burned.

"Lemme go get the stuff, aight?" Don whispered in her ear, gently squeezing her shoulder before pressing a kiss to her nose and carefully lifting himself off the bed, lowering Jane's hands back down. She moaned quietly and curled up a little into the pillows.

Don made his way over to the cabinet where they kept their medications, wings trailing behind him, and grabbed the half-full (or empty depending on how you wanna look at it) bottle of soothing lotion, imbued with a sort of spell that numbs pain.

"I need your legs now, lovely," Don said to the sore woman on the bed. Jane groaned and rolled over to face him, blinking up at him with a pain expression on her face. "That's it, hon'."

He sat down next to her legs, pulling them onto his lap and running a gentle hand over the dips and bumps of the scars there. Mindful of her pain, he started to spread the slightly blue cream over Jane's scars, paying extra attention to the knot just above her ankle bone.

"Oh," Jane sighed as her pain eased away under the careful touch of her fiancé, the tension in her body that she didn't even know was there melting away as well. "That's nice."

Don smiled, moving onto the next leg, giving it the same treatment as the last.

Later, the two laid together, legs intertwined as Don's wings covered them both, providing a little shelter for the pair to hide away from the world, if only for a moment.

Here, there, y'all happy? It is hot as fucking fuck and I am sweating so bad it's not even funny. No idea where this came from, why it's straight, why he has wings idfk man, I'm tired and Bean is drunk and I just got a new phone that's better then my old one and at the same time worse, idk.

Adios amigos 👋