Ain't Shady Baby, I'm Hot

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I'd barely stepped foot on Cameron property, my backpack in hand, when I was being lifted and dropped over a shoulder. A groan slipping from my lips at the impact.

"What are you doing?" My backpack was grabbed from the ground as I smacked the back I was currently staring at. "Rafe!" The passenger doors slammed shut.

"Shut up. You're gonna wake Wheezie up." I narrowed my eyes as I walked my hands up his back keeping the blood from flowing to my brain.

"Dickhead. You don't have to be a bitch about it. What are you doing?" My voice dropped significantly as we entered the house. The stillness of the early morning hitting hard.

"Putting you in timeout."

"Oh my- Rafe I was messing around." I wiggled as his shoulder dug into my stomach uncomfortably. My teeth grinding against each other as I tried to move away from the pain.

"And I'm not."

"Rafe. This is ridiculous." He kept going. "Wait! Please put me down, your shoulder is digging into my stitches." He nearly dropped me with how fast he bent down, my feet settling on the ground. I groaned holding my side as I swayed, the sudden orientation flip disorienting.

"You okay? We didn't tear them, did we?" I poked around the area before lifting my shirt. The lack of blood promising as I popped my hip to see better. The few warm lit lamps illuminated the area.

"I think it's okay." I whispered, my fingers cold as I trailed around the stiches. Thankfully, they've held up through all the pulling and pushing I've put them through. There was a slight agitation around the wounds but that's to be expected as I've ignored the 'rest' portion of healing.

"What happened?" I jumped, forgetting where I was momentarily. I nearly choked on air as Rafe ghosted his fingers along my side. His knee dropping to the floor as he got eye level with the stitches.

"I-it was uh-" I couldn't think as I stared down at Rafe. The male's face so close to my stomach with his hand on my side. His touch gentle as he slowly rose his chin to meet my eyes.

I swallowed hard. My cheeks burning with a heat that could start a fire. A smug smirk made its way to Rafe's face as he realized the predicament we were in.

"Is this okay?" He asked slightly drawing backwards.

"Yes." My tongue then glued itself to the roof of my mouth as he returned to examining the wounds. His breath caressing my naked skin as his fingers danced around the wounds.

"What happened, Xena?" He asked again. I lay my head back to find the pole to the stairs. My body pressing against it as I ignored him. "Xena." He sang.

"I was injured." I ground out. I hated that I was affected. He hummed, my head snapping down when I saw his lips centimeters from my skin.

"That part was obvious." His eyes flicked up to mine causing my heart to accelerate. "Are you nervous?"

"You are a catalyst, Rafe." My words were a choked whimper as he pressed a kiss to one of the wounds. The sensitive flesh sent tingles along my spine. My hand shooting up and entangling into his hair.

"Are you okay with this?" Fuck him.

"Yes." I stared into his eyes. The grey among the sea of blue twinkling in delight.

"Perhaps it will speed up your recovery." Rafe taunted as he pressed another kiss to my second set of stitches, leaving the last and the largest one untouched. He hummed as he smirked.

"What happened to the talk in the truck?" He asked as his other hand trailed up to grab my hip.

"That was before you knelt down." He chuckled the vibrations running straight to my core as I tug on his hair.

"Noted." He left a lingering kiss on my final wound. But he didn't rise. "Is this all still an act?"

My eyes shot open and my chin dips to look down at Rafe while he gently rubbed his fingers into my lower back muscles. The motion relaxing me as I continued to fall into a predicament.

"Xena?" I couldn't answer him. He knew that. His grin growing when he set one last kiss in the middle of the three wounds. The skin just as sensitive causing me to jerk backwards while he rose, towering above me once again as I followed his eyes.

It was quiet as he studied me. My own eyes studying him as he finally sighed. He held out a hand towards the stairs as he steps backwards, clearing the way.

"You're sleeping in my bed tonight. The guest bedroom mattress is horrible."

"And what makes you think that?" The words didn't have as much bite as I'd like them too.

"Would you sleep in my bed tonight?" I stared appalled.

"I-uh. Do I even have a choice?"

"Darling, you always have a choice. Some options are just more appealing than others. Such as a nice, comfortable, warm bed." I rolled my eyes. The previous heat dropping considerably as the banter returned.

"Twist my arm." He rose an eyebrow, hands reaching out. "I didn't mean literally!" I whisper-yell smacking his hands away. "It's a figure of speech, dumbass."

"I figured you were being kinky again."

"Rafe Cameron!" I turned ready to smack him, but the fucker dodged me and took off upstairs. My feet lightly pounding on the wood behind him.

He'd managed to set my bag down by the door when I barged in, shutting the door behind me. I slid my shoes off before turning, my eyes narrowing as they looked at my target. His hands raised innocently as he smirked.

"This fight isn't half fair." He voiced as I cut off the bathroom, keeping his back to the bed.

"And why's that?"

"Because I don't want to make you pull your stitches." I mockingly pouted at him.

"Awe. Means less work for me." I lunged, arms out stretched as he caught my hands. I started pushing him backwards closer to the bed, his eyes widening as he was moved.

He pushed back but I lowered my center of gravity and pushed to keep my stance. Our arms wavering between straight and sticking out as I locked my fingers around his.

"How are you so freaking strong?" He huffed out as he made me slide a few inches out from the bed. My feet nearing the edge of the rug in his room.

"Did you seriously just ask me that?" I bent my elbows pulling him forward, catching him off balance as I snuck my right leg behind his knee.

My hands pushing as I pull my left foot towards me. He staggered off balance as I got him to run into the side of his bed his momentum pulling us both down.

I tried to loosen my fingers and let go as we started falling. But all that did was free up his hands.

Both hands wrapped around my waist. Trapping me. My hands splayed out on either side of his head as we landed on the bed. My chest heaving from the exertion I'd just experienced.

"Okay." I panted looking down at the blond. "I'm tired now." He only scoffed, shaking his head to hide his grin.

"So are we sleeping in here?"

"Shut up."