Crazy In Love | Buggy

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[content warning : smut]

Our exhaustion allowed us to sleep all night, morning, and into the early afternoon. When I finally awoke, I was alone in the bed. Panic washed over me, and I felt around for Buggy. The curtains were still closed, it was dark, so I couldn't see particularly well.

He wasn't there. I got up, checking the bathroom, to find it empty. I had a moment of worry that he had taken off without me, but I quickly pushed that aside.

I decided to shower as I waited for him. This shower was much quicker than my last. I found myself missing him, even for the short time that he was gone.

The shower was turned up as high as I could get it to. The practically boiling hot water washed over my body. I slowly washed myself, then stepped out of the shower.

After drying myself, I brushed my teeth, loooking at myself in the mirror. My face was still bruised and slightly puffy from all the hits that I had taken. But I didn't look as tired as I had.

I simply looked different than I had before I had went with Buggy. I had gained some weight. It looked healthy, however. I looked older somehow, but in a good way. Mature, I thought.

Before I had gone with Buggy (or been kidnapped, more accurately), I had experienced so little. Despite being twenty-six, I had always looked younger. Now, I looked my age.

At that moment, I heard the door of our hotel room open. I tightened my towel, on the off chance it wasn't Buggy, and walked into the bedroom.

There stood Buggy. He had clean clothes on. Basic brown trousers, and a button up white shirt. Although, it wasn't completely buttoned up. The top three buttons were undone, his chest peaking through. He looked so good that I just wanted to jump on him.

He was holding a lot of food, though, so I didn't want to make him drop anything.

He grinned when he set his eyes on me. "You're awake."

"I am," I agreed, I walked slowly back towards the bed. "I missed you."

"I was only gone for a couple of hours."

I faltered slightly. "A couple of hours?"

Mistakingly, I had assumed he had only been gone for twenty minutes, or so. I was slightly saddened that he hadn't woken me up, brought me with him wherever he had gone to.

He seemed to sense this. He placed the tray of food down on the bed, and made his way over to me. He cupped my face in his big hands, looking down into my eyes. I felt as if I could melt against his touch.

"Don't be sad. I was helping the towns people clean up some of the mess we left."

"Oh."

I felt bad for being jealous that he had left me alone when he was doing something good. I was also happy that he had done something good.

"I thought about waking you, but you just looked too cute. I thought I'd let you sleep. Plus, I thought the sight of the dead bodies might upset you."

"I saw them yesterday."

He shrugged. "They look different after hours."

"How so?"

He let go of me, making his way back towards the bed, sinking down. "Come eat."

I sat down on the other side of the bed, making sure the towel was secure around myself. He had already seen me naked a million times, but somehow it still made me nervous.

My mind went back to the previous night. I pictured myself in that shower, and on the bathroom sink, completely naked. It made me blush and feel embarrassed. In the moments, I hadn't thought about it. But the idea of him seeing me so closely, so fully, was sort of embarrassing.