You seem a little different--Kenjorine

Chapter 13 ⭐

          After a bit more squabble, Kenny eventually gave in and let Marjorine tend to his wound. This was probably because he had started to become woozy from how much blood was draining out of his neck. However, he stayed stubbornly quiet as Marjorine had grabbed the first aid kit and started healing him up the best she could. Save a few winces and whimpers, along with a hiss here and there from the stinging of antibiotics and gauze, he stayed positively silent.

          After she was done, she put her face to the wound and pecked it softly. She sighed, and retreated back to rest her forehead on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for biting your neck, Kenny," she whispered, closing her eyes.

          "Finally!" Kenny sighed out exasperatedly, dramatically. "I was tired  of acting mad at you," he laughed, turning and leaning to place his forehead on the top of her head. He took in the scent of her hair. The smell of coconut, and a sweet, artificial smell he couldn't pin down. The smell was faded, but not gone. Like a dying plant. Half alive, but still letting out it's last dose of fragrance as a parting gift to the world around it.

          Marjorine giggled faintly into his shoulder. "Glad you weren't actually mad," she sighed, sounding sincerely relieved. 

          "Nah, it was pretty hot," he admitted, feeling his face heat up a bit. Weird. It'd never heat up like that when he said something nonchalantly flirty to a girl. He was still so lost on his feelings, even though he had clarified it in his mind, he never was quite sure. 

          "Duh, that was the point," she teased, looking up at Kenny, who had shifted his gaze to stare at the ceiling. They still sat against the door, and it wasn't like there was anything to look at anyways. She wondered what exactly he was thinking about. 

          "I swear, you're a vampire. Don't even deny it," he mentioned the fact that she'd licked up his blood. "You like the taste or somethin', Vampire?" He made a dramatic expression, his eyes widened, and his mouth movements exaggerated. He said 'vampire' slowly, as if he was trying to rack it into someone's thick skull.

          "You should be glad I didn't turn you," she huffed. Her face fell back onto Kenny's shoulder, and he chuckled.

          "You don't have the balls to turn me, blood sucker."

          "My balls are bigger than yours, mortal."

          "Lemme see."

          "Homo."

          They both softly chuckled to themselves, the minutes slow and comfortable. They were sure that they'd have more moments like that, and sometimes, that's all you can hope for. Calm, loving moments that you only got when you're really comfortable with someone. Their fingers laced together, warm and gentle. Thick, calloused fingers intertwined with bony, manicured ones. A sweet contrast, like honey on the tongue.

          "Kenny, what time is it?" Marjorine asked quietly, gently breaking the comfortable silence. 

          "My phone's all the way over there, I don't want to get up," he groaned, dramatically pointing his finger toward the bed. His phone sat there, out of sight, but now with all the attention put on it. It was old, and out of storage space, but it still worked plenty fine.

          "Then I will," Marjorine stated, shifting to get up. However, Kenny squeezed her hand and used his strength to hold her down. "Stay," he muttered. "You're warm."

          Marjorine didn't hesitate to fall back, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He tilted his head to lay it on hers. They had stared into  space, together, in silence, in comfort, in warmth. Their fingers stayed tangled together, and their arms brushed slightly. Nothing about the moment was awkward or unpleasant. 

          That was, until Kenny felt hot tears steaming down his shoulder and into his armpit. They were unexpected and Kenny jolted in surprise. He turned to look at Marjorine, who was trying her best to stay quiet, even with her cheeks pink and her face tear-stained. Kenny brought a hand to her jawline and delicately turned her to face him. She looked away, sniffed, and brought up a hand to wipe her face. Even after this, she still couldn't make eye contact as her eyes welled up with tears again. 

          "What's wrong, Baby?" He asked, his tone soft and inviting, as he tried his best to get her to open up. I didn't take long for her to reply, but she still couldn't make eye contact.

          "Nothing, I just..." her eyes flicked to meet his. "I've just wanted this for so long, so bad. I missed you...so, so much." Her voice was overflowing with love and kindness, and unbearably calm excitement and happiness. Although she couldn't break into a fit, flapping her hands and kicking her feet, her tone of voice said plenty enough. 

          "Marjie, I-" he was cut off by her lips meeting his, and he immediately melted into the kiss. She cuddled up to him, her arms around his shoulders, and pushed in deeper. It didn't get hot and heavy, just sweet and short. As she pulled away, she smiled, and put her forehead to his. Her eyes fell closed as he gazed at her lovingly.

          "Sorry, I interrupted you," she apologized, her eyes opening again. "Go on."

          "I don't even remember what I was going to say," he replied, letting out a breathy chuckle. 

(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, guys. I intend to post something later but IDK. I just wanted to give ya'll a fluffy lil snack while you wait for your next meal.)