as you sunk your teeth into me [vampire!kate bishop x female reader]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | ain't that the kicker

The silence that lingers between you and Kate allows you to inspect the irritated skin that's been revealed to you. You don't necessarily enjoy seeing her hurt, but at least it gives you something else to think about that isn't the archer.

You curse under your breath when you notice an infection is already starting to spread across the wound. Knowing her, she had probably gotten hurt earlier in the day and completely wrote it off as nothing until the pain became too unbearable.

To make matters worse, she stumbles again and this time, you have no choice but to wrap your arms around her waist and pull her into you. She's the one who curses this time, and your heart aches from how strained and pained her voice sounds.

It's hard, but you manage to bite back your constructive criticism at her ridiculously stupid, albeit not surprising, tendencies. You manage to lead her to your bed, and she sits down without any complaints (something that's quite surprising).

"Kate," you say, your voice so quiet it startles you. "Your silence is starting to worry me."

She makes a soft sound that you assume is meant to be a chuckle. "You still worry about me?"

"Only when you show up outside my window like a weirdo."

Your eyes meet hers for a second, and you swear the usual sparkles in her eyes are laced with panic. Every cell in your being aches to comfort her, but you don't dare move yet.

You wish you could forgive and forget, that you could move past what happened between you and start again, but you can't. At least not if she won't help you. Then again, it's not like you're in any position to make demands. Maybe it was Kate who pushed you away, but you're the one who severed your connection with the vampire.

You're the one who crossed a line you're not sure you can come back from.

For better or for worse.

"Why are you worried anyway?" The disappointment in her tone doesn't escape you. "Don't you have a spell to fix this or something?"

There it is.

For some reason, out of all the reasons Kate had to be mad at you, this one was at the bottom of the list.

It's more than a little unfair, considering the secrets you held back from her, but you didn't think your secrets were any worse than the way she treated you.

"I don't do that stuff anymore," you reply, doing your best to ignore the incredulous look on her face.

"That's such bullshit." She scoffs.

You busy yourself with the task at hand, kneeling in front of her and inwardly cringing at the way your heart skips a beat due to the position. You don't miss the way Kate spreads her legs to allow you to shift closer, though, and that only makes everything worse.

"What are you talking about?" You know damn well what she's talking about, but you play dumb anyway.

Your hands clumsily reach for the first aid kit you stashed inside the drawer of the bedside table, and you silently thank Wanda for her overprotective suggestion.

"Oh, come on, y/n!" A shiver that isn't due to the cold air coming in from the now open window runs down your spine. "I know you used magic to cut our connection, and I know damn well Wanda didn't do it on her own. Do you seriously think I don't know about that spell? I'm not the only vampire in my family."

"But you're definitely the most stubborn one," you mumble.

You miss the roll of her eyes, but not the frustrated sigh that leaves her lips. You can't remember the last time you had a conversation with Kate that didn't end with the two of you arguing about something. Sure, it had been part of your dynamic at some point, but now it only serves as a reminder of why you two will never work again.