Mitch helps you over to the bed and you sit down continually wincing in pain. He sits down next to you. "You really shouldn't have done that. I don't want you to get hurt more than you already are."
You look up at him. "Well I'm here now. Can't help that." You grin slightly and he does too. "I think I'm okay with that." He scoots closer and throws an arm around your shoulder. You lean into him, sighing.
"Do you think that Kirstie would kill me if I messed up your hair?" He asks. You didn't even need to think before answering. "I think you know the answer to that question." He nods. "Yeah I do...but I'll be careful."
You look up at him. "Be careful doing what?" He smirks, laying his forehead against yours. "This." He leans in just a little bit more and lays a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. You lean into him, savoring it.
You slowly wrap your arms around his neck as his hands slide down to your waist. You ignore everything around you, including the pain while moving your lips in sync with his. This one wasn't as deep or passionate as the last few, but it lasted longer too. You couldn't tell how long you had been kissing each other when you finally broke apart for air.
You look deep into his chocolate eyes resting your forehead against his again. "Looks like you didn't mess it up." You tell him smirking. He laughs. "Yeah. But I do plan on at least messing up your makeup by he end of the night." You blush. "I should probably bring some with me then."
You lay your head back on his shoulder. "Are you still hungry?" He asks. "Not really. The coffee and..well...i guess that kinds made me forget about it. But a little." You feel him kiss the top of your head. "Maybe we can make it to where you're not hungry at all." He says.
You feel the blush grow on your face. "By drinking coffee?" You ask, knowing that's not what he meant. "I think you know what I mean." He whispers into your ear. You stiffen up slightly, but relax slightly as he starts to rub your sides. He was purposely avoiding the bruise, so it felt really good.
"Mitch." You mumble. But he continues and brings his left hand up to your cheek, lifting your face up. You look into his eyes once again. He's still gentle when kissing you this time, but you bring your arms from their spot in your lap to around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him.
You deepen the kiss a little bit more but have to separate soon after for air. You see the time on the clock behind Mitch without even noticing. You had been up in his room for over half an hour. Dang.
You pull away from him, which results in a shot of pain rocketing up your side. You gasp and hold your side, trying to breathe. He scoots closer again. "Sorry. Did I do something?" He asks worried. You shake your head, still catching your breath.
"No you didn't do anything wrong. I noticed the time and I pulled away a little too quickly. Your fine." You say finally being able to talk. "I don't think I can do anything right about now. My ribcage hurts way too bad." You look up at him.
"Let me take a look at it." He says. You hesitate a minute but let him roll up the side of your shirt to look at it. The look on his face when he sees it makes you feel really bad. "Oh God (Y/n). This is bad. Was it this bad this morning?" He asks.
You look down at the bruise. It wasn't a whole lot worse than it was before you had climbed into the shower but you could see at least one more color. "I only see one other color than I did this morning before climbing into the shower."
"Isn't this supposed to stay wrapped?" He asks. Full of questions today. "Yeah." You say looking down at the ground. "You should have wrapped it again. It probably wouldn't hurt as bad if it were wrapped." You shrug. "I can go get it." He shakes his head standing up. "Let me go get it."
"No. I don't want you to see anything I have in my bags. Carry me down there or something and I'll grab the wraps." He sighs. "I don't know if I can carry you again." You raise your eyebrows, offened. "I don't weigh that much."
He shakes his head. "Your not heavy, it's just I don't really have muscles and carrying you across a room is way different than carrying you down the stairs."
"If you can't carry me than get Scott to." He just stares at you for a second before opening the door and calling for him. He comes up a minute later. "Whatcha need?" He asks, looking behind Mitch into the room at you. "Can you carry me down the stairs? Mitch isn't strong enough."
"Harsh much." Mitch says. But you see the grin on his face. You look back up to Scott. "Sure. How do you want me to carry you?" You stop and think for a second. "Piggy back ride?" He asks. You smile and nod your head. He walks over to the bed, kneels down, and you climb onto his back wrapping your arms around his neck.
Sure it hurt your tailbone a little but you ignored it. Your tailbone wasnt the main problem. Your chest wasn't hurting and that was what mattered. He walks out the door and starts to go down the stairs. You can't help the huge grin that spreads across your face by the time you reach the bottom. He avoids the living room and goes straight down the hallway into the master bedroom.
You ask for him to drop you on the bed and he does. You giggle as he drops you off of his back. "Thank you Scott." He grins back at you. "Anything else you need ma'lady?" He asks.
You smile again. "Actually yes. Can you go and get my crutches from the table in the back yard?" He fake bows and leaves the room. As he does Mitch walks in. "You okay?" You calm yourself down and answer with a "yes."
"Shall we look for the bandages?" He asks. You smirk at him. "You mean me?" He rolls his eyes at you but nods his head. "Okay. To the bathroom!" You declare standing up. Hopefully you wouldn't fall over on your way there.
