It remains quiet for the rest of the day as the boys strategize. The girl trying hard to study the book so she didn't make anymore embarrassing mistakes. Her mind was restless. Not only from having to be confined to her bed but, because of her worry for the boys to. She was beginning to fear the worse, selfishly she didn't want to be alone, but she had grown to love the boys. And the fear of loosing them was beginning to gnaw on her horribly, vividly.
Axel came up stairs sometime later, medical supplies in hand to change and dress her wounds. She grew self conscience at the thought of him seeing, even she was scared to think of how red and battered her back was. She lowers her eyes back to the book, shaking her head. He was confused, stepping forward and sitting down on the bed. She shakes her head again, lamely turning from him. Was only an inch but, he got it.
"vad är det? Vad är det för fel? What is it? What's wrong?" She sways her head on her folded hands, as a way to self sooth as she's reluctant to say.
"Berätta för mig? Gör det ont? Tell me? Does it hurt?" This makes her feel bad, because he was only concerned. She keeps her head turned a bit, trying to avoid even letting him see her face.
"Ful.. Ugly.." He stares at her, a new sense of cognizance. He nods to himself as he understands her sadden demeanor.
His eyes shift from her poorly hidden face, to her bare shoulder. Her skin nearly flawless and what little so called imperfections only made her more radiant. His eyes then shift to the bandages, sure they'd scar but that would never change his perception of her. He leans forward, gently kissing her shoulder, pulling back a-hair just to plant another soft one under it. Down her back. Her eyes widen, knowing surely she was going to hell. Her mouth agap from the sensation she felt. He smiles, seeing her skin raise with goosebumps from pleasure.
"Inte ful. Aldrig ful. Alltid vackert. Not ugly. Never ugly. Always beautiful." Her mind went back to the party she went to with the brothers. Those woman, they spoke of such things, but they only ever do them with their husbands. She's come to realize, that's just life. It could be whoever the woman chooses. But, Axel wasn't her husband.. Is it still okay to act like that towards him.. if she were in love with him?
"If I.. If I let you, than.. Can I be kysstes..? Kissed.." She kept her face turned, never having felt so red in her life, from anger or embarrassment. He was more than willing to oblige. Leaning forward as his hand reached out, pulling back her hair to gain her attention. He granted her request, placing his lips on her own, his hand holding back her hair sliding further into her hair. They pulled back after a minute, holding eye for a moment before he turned to his head to gesture towards the wound. She rushed her head forward, humming uncomfortably.
"If you must." She exhaled, going back to her guild red faced. She tries to ignore his fingers, focusing on the words as he peels off the old bandage and replace it with a new one.
"I wrap this around you?" He holds up gauze, she eyes it, her redden continuing for other reasons. She nods faintly, folding the book she had and tucking it under the pillow. She begins to push herself up, her skin stretching and making her eyes sting. His eyes so badly wants to eye the exposed flesh of her breasts that poke from the sides of her, instead focusing on her pain.
"Jag är ledsen.. Im sorry.." She shakes her head as she painfully sits up, catching her breath as she holds herself. He begins to wrap her, focusing on her chest area mainly, keeping it moderately loose to not put to much pressure on her wounds.
"Don't be.. Thank you.." He finishes, inhaling deeply at her pain.
"Do not thank. Jag förtjänar det inte. I do not deserve it." She twist back to look at him, regretting it. His hands reach out to stop her, as she fixes herself. It took her a moment to understand, and she didn't fully but enough to get the jist.
"Of course I owe you my thanks! I owe all of you one. It was because of you three I was let out, and got to go outside again! I got to wear a pretty dress, and got loads of complements because of it! I even punched someone!" She beams childishly as she begins to list, her behavior never ceasing to amaze him. He relaxes as he smiles, nodding as he rests a hand on her shoulder. He leans forward, kissing her on her forehead.
"Och jag skulle gärna göra det igen.. Att se dig le som du är. And I would gladly do it over again.. To see you smile like you are." He holds her like that for a moment, pulling back with a frown.
"Tomorrow, we leave again." He informs her, knowing this was going to upset her. And it does, a frown of her own forming.
"Is this because of Öga för öga? Or your actual job?" He slowly nods.
"I don't like that your doing this out of revenge. Not if it means you're going to get hurt.. Every time you three go out it gets worse.. What if one of you a-" His hands hold the sides of her face, shaking his to stop her roaming thoughts and worries.
"We not make same mistake. We be careful." She still wasn't settled. She still feared the worse, this next job, it could be the death of them.
"Mistakes happen.. There's always someone smarter, or, or stronger. The-" She started to loose herself again, she didn't want to doubt the boys but she feared what others could do as well. He softly pulls her to him, laying her against his chest. He gently lays back onto the bed, stopping her worries and his to just take in the moment, with her. To be with her, to feel her, to comfort her.. She doesn't fight it, enjoying the new kind of closeness. Her ear pressed to his chest, hearing his heartbeat as her other hand presses to his chest. Feeling how solid he was under her. She felt safe. Her concerns subsiding some.
"Just.. please be careful.. I-.." She stops, something in him hopeful but not exactly sure for what. She sighs deeply to herself.
"I'm tired.." She says instead. He nods slowly, staring at the ceiling as he had since laying back.
"Get rest. I still here till morning." She nods, relaxing further to the sound of his heart beating. Her own personal lullaby.
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