The Thirst Trap (Mariah May x OC)

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As Andrew got ready for the show that was about to take place he could feel a gentle pair of hands land along his shoulders. Thumbs carefully massaged into his muscles causing his head to drop forward.

"You need to relax Babes...." Mariah said quietly into his ear. "Looked like your head was about to fall off your shoulders."

"Fucking feels like it's going to." Her eyes met his almost immediately. "I'm fine Chère I promise, just been a stressful day."

"Cuddle later?" A nod came from him.

"Please.... Honestly been dying for one." She laughed as she lightly hugged him. As her arms tightened she could feel his lips press against her cheek. "Vous êtes si magnifique."

"You don't have to sweet talk me for a cuddle Babes." He chuckled lightly.

"Oh I know.... Just needed to be said." He said softly before her lips pressed hesitantly to the back of his neck. A quiet sigh came from him as his head fell slightly forward.

"Yep...." She began softly. "Cuddle and if you're up for it I can get rid of some of the tension in your shoulders. Might help your neck Babes."

"You don't have to." A light laugh escaped Mariah's lips before she responded to Andrew.

"But I want to."

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Mariah could hear a knock at her door. A groan escaped her lips as she peeled herself off of her bed. Slowly she moved towards the door before pulling it open. She didn't even wait instead she opened it wide enough for Andrew to slip in before she went back to her bed.

"Toni told me you were bad.... But I didn't expect this bad Chère.... What happened?" He questioned as she fell face first into her bed. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and just as his hand moved to rest along her back he could feel her wince. His hand instantly retreated. "Mariah.... What's going on?"

"She fucked my back off the moonsault Drew." She said with a groan as her face buried into the pillow. He instantly knew what had happened. There was a spot during her match where her opponent had blocked a moonsault. However Mariah had over rotated on the move and taken a set of knees directly to her back. "And before you even fucking think about asking I already got it checked out. It's just a fucking bruise but it doesn't fucking feel like it." He could tell she was angry at her mistake and the pain. He knew it was better to let her vent than to say anything.

Carefully his fingers moved into her hair avoiding her back at all costs. He moved a few pieces of hair out of her eyes before she felt his gently trace her features. She couldn't help the sigh that escaped her lips.

"Heat.... Ice.... Or cuddle?" Her eyes met his.

"What do you think will help the most?" He chuckled lightly.

"Some ice and a cuddle.... But I've got something back in my room that's better than ice.... I use it when my necks hurting." She looked at him for a moment. "It's a tens unit. Basically stimulates your muscles to release endorphins to...." He could see the confusion along her face as he trailed off. "Uses a bit of electricity to make you forget about the pain. So much better than ice and you don't have to get soaked."

"Alright...." She said as she peeled herself off of the bed. "I'll try it.... But if it doesn't work you're getting ice." He chuckled lightly.

"Fine by me Chère." Her lips pressed to his. "You coming back to my room then?"

"Your rooms closer to the ice machine." She replied as he helped her up.

"You just want my blanket don't you?" She didn't even hide the fact that she nodded.

"It's so bloody warm and soft. I don't get it." He chuckled lightly.

"I'll have to find you one next time I'm back home...." He said as he pulled open the door. "Might actually have another one back there but if I do there's no promise my little shit of a dog didn't claim it as hers."

"Well I'm not stealing it from the dog.... I'll just steal yours. But how are you just now telling me you have a dog?" He chuckled lightly as they walked down the hall and he could feel her leaning into him.

"Never came up. I'll show you a picture once you're comfortable." He could hear her release a sigh.

"Don't know if that's going to be possible tonight." He laughed at her words.

"Chère you're talking to the king of being uncomfortable in bed.... I've got all the tricks. Ones bound to work." She leaned into him even more as he stopped to open the door to his room. Once inside she could see him dig through one of his bags as she went over to his bed. "Get comfy Chère...." He said softly as he saw her try and adjust.

"I'm trying." She said with a groan before falling into his bed. Almost as quickly as she did she was back to sitting as a yelp escaped her lips.

"Are you...?" He stopped as he saw the tears in her eyes. Almost instantly he ignored his bags and went towards her. His arm hesitantly wrapped around her before she all but fell into him. "I've got you." He said quietly as her face buried into him. "God I'm fucking stupid...." She could feel him carefully lean her to the side before grabbing something off of his nightstand. "Je suis aussi aveugle qu'une taupe." She looked up at him for a moment. He paused to wipe the tears from her cheeks before translating. "I'm blind as a bat." She couldn't help but giggle before her face buried back into his shoulder.

"You'd be a cute bat though." His lips pressed to her cheek.

"Pas autant que toi." Her lips met his cheek. "Want me to put these on?" A nod almost instantly came from her. "Mind if I lift your shirt up?"

"You don't need to ask Babes." A light chuckle came from him.

"I know but I'm still going to Chère." He said softly before her lips pressed to her cheek once more. "I'm.... Uh.... I'm sorry if this hurts Chère.... I've got to find where to put the pads."

"You're fine Drew.... Just get it over with." He nodded before she could feel him lift the back of her shirt up. Slowly his hands began to gently move along her back. Each sore spot she hit she could feel him place a pad onto it. "Now it's time to bloody cuddle." She said once she knew he was done. A light chuckle came from him before his lips met her cheek.

"That it is Chère." She carefully pulled him down into the bed before she curled into him.

"Are you alright like this?" She questioned him. His arms carefully settled around him as he nodded. Andrews next words were soft and brought a smile to Mariah's face.

"I'm perfect as long as you are Chère."