God dammit

Chapter Two

The door creaked open. My breath stopped and I froze, willing myself invisible. I heard footsteps come closer, stopping in front of the bed.

My heart beat rapidly. Arms slipped under me. I stiffened. I was shifted around until I found myself being carried out of my room. I feebly wrapped my arms around my rescuers neck, ignoring the pain from the clear fracture in my left arm. I let out a low hiss of pain however. It was met with a low growl. Taking my right hand I gave a gentle tug on the dark locks of the man.

I felt the cool air of the night hit my bare skin. A car door was opened and I was placed inside. Closing my eyes, I listened to my savior get into the drivers seat and start the car.

20 minutes later I was picked up again. I barely registered it, half asleep. Warmth covered my body, light peeking underneath my half lidded eyes. I was placed on something soft. A shadow covering me. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in the sight before me. He stood, 6 foot, towering over my small frame. His longer shaggy brown hair, hung over his face adding to his already rugged look matched with his rough beard. A white shirt clung to his frame, a built muscular body underneath.

He looked me over.

"God dammit," came his trademark phrase, in his rough voice. It was deep and gruff but it sounded like an angel.

I held my left arm close to my chest. He crouched down and gently took my wrist. He rotated it slowly, I winced. I watched anger flash across his face as he struggled to hold it back. He reached up and tucked my red hair behind my ear. I flinched at his touch. More anger.

"Thank you," came my weak response.

He walked into the kitchen, returning with an all too familiar first aide kit. Sitting beside me he took my wrist and began to bandage it. Afterwards he picked me up again, carrying me into his room. Sitting me on the bed he walked to his closet. I looked around, a lot had changed since I had been there last. He came back with a shirt and wet rag. I guess I hadn't noticed him walk into the bathroom.

He gently lifted my face and begun to wipe the dried blood from my lip. When he finished he handed me the shirt.

"Do you need help?"

I shook my head. He stepped out of the room. I slowly pulled off my tank top, careful of the injured arm. I pulled on the oversized shirt and slipped off the jeans I wore. I silently thanked the gods that I hadn't worn revealing underwear.

I walked over to the door and opened it slowly. He stood beside it, leaning against the wall. I stepped back, allowing him to come back into the room. I watched silently from the corner as he pulled off his own shirt. Defined muscles showed on his arms and chest.

I blushed and looked down as he pulled off his own pants, leaving him in boxers. He looked over at me.

"Nothing you haven't already seen Pebbles."

I blushed even more at his nickname for me, but looked up. Slowly I walked over to him, standing before him. I shuffled closer, leaning forward against his chest. After few seconds of no response, he slowly and gently put his arms around me.

We stood there for a bit before I leaned away. I walked over to the bed and climbed in. He followed me, climbing in on the opposite side. I rolled over, facing away from him. I closed my eyes.

I felt the bed move and shift behind me. An arm slipped around my waist and I froze like I had every time he touched me. He didn't move until I relaxed. When I did I felt him move closer until his chest was against my back. The warmth from his body added to his arm around me gave me a temporary sense of security. Enough to finally fall asleep.