The Thirst Trap (Mariah May x OC)

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"Bonjour Chère-...." Mariah zoned out simply staring at Andrew as he spoke quickly in French.

"Andy would you fucking quit it. You've already scared the British out of her." His eyes flicked over to Toni.

"Thats not possible." As his eyes went back to Mariah who was standing in the doorway he could see her frozen. "Could uh...." Toni and Saraya didn't even need to be told. They were instantly on their feet and walking towards the door. Before Toni left she gently pushed Mariah towards where Andrew was.

"You're not going to break him." The words were quiet and only meant for the blonde but Toni could tell he had heard them by the light laugh he let out.

"You're really not Chère." Her eyes met his before his hand outstretched towards her. She took it before he carefully pulled her so she was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed he was in. When she turned he could see her take a moment to look him over. His neck was in a brace but other than that he had looked completely normal to her. "I scare the shit out of you too?" She nodded. "I'm sorry...." He said quietly. "But I am alright Chère...."

"You know you have a really fucking big shell." He looked at her like she was crazy for a moment but then when he saw the tears in her eyes it hit him. Carefully she was pulled into him and when she went to pull away he stopped her. "I don't want to...."

"You're not going to Mariah. A cuddle with you is going to do nothing but good for the both of us." Her head tilted before her lips cautiously pressed to his cheek. "I am sorrey aboot all this though Chère." She couldn't help but laugh as his accent came on thick.

"All I'm going to say is you're lucky you're cute because I think my stomach is still unknotting itself." He gently squeezed her hand as her head moved to carefully rest along his shoulder.

"You think I'm cute eh?" She looked up and could see a slight smirk along his lips.

"Don't you let it go to your head." He chuckled lightly.

"Oh I won't.... Just good to know we both share the same sentiment." She turned red. Her head dipped down and she could feel his fingers along her chin. "Now that's not fair. First time I see you blush and you go and hide it."

"I've blushed before." He chuckled lightly before their eyes met.

"Not as hard as right now Chère." She turned even more red before she buried her face into his shoulder. "Arrête de jouer les jolis cœurs." He said quietly.

"What does that mean?" She questioned as his fingers gently played with hers.

"Quit being so fucking cute." She couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"I will when you do." A laugh escaped his lips. "I've got to admit though...." She looked up at him for a moment. "You had me worried."

"Being honest with you...." Her hand gently ran along his arms encouraging his words. "That was the first time in a long time where I have been too.... I uh.... I couldn't fucking feel anything.... Reminded me exactly of what happened right after the first time.... I really thought I was fucked...." He admitted to her. "Still probably am.... At least wrestling wise but.... I thought I was more fucked."

"Well you're not.... And you never know what could happen." His hand gently squeezed hers.

"Hope the outcome changes but right now they're saying it's less than a five percent chance." She looked up at him and could see the fact that the words hurt him to say.

"Better than zero." She replied softly.

"Still too close...." Her lips gently met his cheek.

"If someone had asked you last week what your chances were landing me what would you have said?" He couldn't help but laugh.

"Slim to none." Her lips pressed to his cheek once more.

"Well.... Maybe your chances with this will change like your chances with me did." She could see a smile appear along his lips.

"Eh bien, on peut seulement espérer, Chère." She adjusted carefully so their eyes could meet.

"Either you're going to have to teach me French or you're going to have to start translating yourself." He couldn't help but laugh as his smile grew.

"I'll teach you soon enough. But it means one can only hope." As her foot tucked beneath her leg he could feel her gently play with his hand. "Ça fait.... Fuck sorry.... That uh.... Feels nice."

"You default to French when you're nervous don't you?" His eyes met hers and she knew his answer. "You don't need to be nervous with me."

"Kinda hard not to be Chère." As her thumb absentmindedly began to massage his palm she could see his eyes close as a slow breath was released.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" His eyes reluctantly opened and she knew it was because he didn't want to tell her the truth.

"I've just got some pain in my hands.... But it's unfortunately normal.... Just like my neck." As her thumbs continued to move she could see his eyes close again.

"Is this helping?" He hummed a soft yes in response. "As funny as it sounds I've always loved doing this Babes...." His eyes opened and met hers. "You call me...."

"Chère...?" He said with a chuckle getting a nod from her.

"I'm calling you Babes. Only fair." A smile appeared along his lips.

"It is and before you ask.... Chère means dear." She lightly laughed.

"I know.... I googled it after you called me it the first time." He chuckled at her words. Mariah's fingers slowly continued to knead Andrew's hand as the two fell into a comfortable silence.

"You know...." He began after the longest time. "When I get out of here I'm taking you on another date." Her eyes met his.

"Is that so?" She questioned as a smile formed along her lips.

"It is." He said before he could feel her lean forward. Mariah's lips carefully pressed to Andrew's before she spoke.

"That sounds lovely, Babes."