as you clean up his wounds, he motions for you to come sit on his lap. you sigh and reluctantly sit down, your thighs straddling his hips. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
"you're so good to me," he murmurs, his breath warm against your neck. "taking care of me like this."
you just roll your eyes and continue to clean his wounds, trying to ignore the way his hands feel on your hips. "someone has to," you mutter.
"no one else could do it as well as you," he replies, his voice slightly hoarse. he lets out a small hiss as you press a little too hard on one of his cuts.
you apologize and try to be a little bit gentler, your fingers tracing over his skin. "you know, you really need to stop getting into these fights," you say, half scolding and half concerned.
he lets out a low chuckle, his grip on your waist tightening just a little bit. "can't help it," he says. "if someone looks at you wrong, i can't help but want to punch their lights out."
you can't help but feel a little bit touched by his possessive streak, even if it does make you roll your eyes. "i can handle myself, you know," you say, giving him a small flick on the forehead.
he winces a little at the flick, but then grins. "i know you can," he says. "that doesn't mean i don't want to protect you anyway."
you finish cleaning his wounds and set the gauze and antiseptic aside. you start to try and stand up, but he keeps his arms around your waist, holding you in place on his lap.
"where are you going?" he asks, his tone playful. his hands wander up under your shirt, his fingers running softly over your skin.
you shiver a little at his touch, but you try to play it cool. "i was going to go get you an ice pack for your face," you say, gesturing to the swelling around his eye.
"can't it wait a few minutes?" he asks, his fingers still tracing patterns on your skin. his other hand comes up to cups your chin, tilting your head back so you're looking at him.
you can feel your resolve weakening as he looks at you with that intense gaze of his. you know he's only doing this to distract you, but it's working. "i guess it can wait..." you say, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
he grins, knowing he's won this round. he pulls you closer, until your chests are touching. "good," he says. "cause i have a much better idea for how to spend our time right now."
