[T H E S U N]

Shouts of pain coming from the small bathroom of the hotel room you shared with Polnareff made you look up from the book you were reading in the bed as Iggy was sleeping next to you. You put the book down and slowly got up from the bed as to not wake up Iggy as you walked to the door of the bathroom. You could hear the shower running and Polnareff silently cursing in French as you knocked on the door "Polnareff, are you okay?" you asked, waiting for the silver haired man to answer. 

"Yeah, don't worry. Je suis très bien!" You chuckled at his French and the curses that followed after indicating that he was certainly not 'très bien'.

Then, as he emerged from the bathroom after a while and you had resumed reading your book while scratching Iggy's tummy, it became clear where the pain Polnareff had been expressing came from. The group had been crossing the remainder of the Sahara desert today and you had finally reached civilisation again where you could sleep in an actual bed and take a shower in the hotel rooms you were staying in; but walking through the desert had not been very ideal for Polnareff as it seems. His skin glowed bright red as he walked out of the bathroom, his hair still hanging loose onto his shoulders as he hadn't bothered to put it up again.

You gasped "Polnareff! What happened to your skin!?"
"Well, apparentely the sun in the Sahara desert is a bit stronger than I initially expected..." Polnareff said and you looked deadpanned "Did you really think that the sun in the Sahara desert would not burn your skin Polnareff? This is why I told you to apply sunblock but no, you kept on saying 'Non Non; the Sahara sun won't burn me, I'm used the the sun in the South of France hon hon hon,'" you said in your worst French accent and Polnareff shot back "That is not how I sound!"
"Yes you do."
"Non I don't!" Polnareff bit back, falling back into his usual English mixed with French words as he was getting more and more frustrated.
As he realised he had just played right into your hands with this statement, he huffed and looked to the side away from you as he pouted.

You sighed in defeat as you realised that there was no ways Polnareff would ever admit that you were right and just said "Just go sit down on the bed and take off your shirt."

A blush appeared on Polnareff's face as you spoke those words and started rummaging in your bag. All kind of scenarios flashed through his head and he started stammering as he didn't know what else to do. As you didn't hear him move, you turned your head in his direction and looked at him in confusion as to why he didn't do what you told him "What's the matter Pol? Do you suddenly not understand English anymore? Do I have to spell it out in French? Asseyez-vous sur le lit et enlève ton T-shirt Polnareff," you said again, this time in French.
Polnareff finally snapped out of it and asked "What exactly are you going to do?"

That was when you realised what was probably going through his head and you started laughing "I don't mean anything like that Polnareff! I've got some after sun cream in my bag, I'll rub some onto you to relief the pain somewhat. But it's a pain in the ass to get out of fabric is you spill some on it so you better take off your shirt when I use it."

Upon hearing what exactly you were going to do, Polnareff finally sat down on the bed and started pulling his shirt over his head to expose his broad chest and his severely burned shoulders and arms. You sat behind him and squirted some of the white stuff on your hand and as you started spreading it out on Polnareff's back, you felt all of his muscles tense up at the cold of the after sun cream on his burned skin.

"Yeah, this might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but once it starts to soak into your skin a bit it'll give you instant relief and you'll be grateful," you explained before he could start to whine like you knew he was going to do.
As you started rubbing in the cream, Polnareff unconsciously pulled away his body from your touch since the cold combined with the feeling of your hands rubbing over his burned skin wasn't fun at all. "y/n~" he whined "You're hurting me..."
"Suck it up big guy," you replied "it's your fault you're in this mess in the first place. You were stupid enough not to wear sunblock AND keep this much skin exposed while walking through a fucking desert!"

"I'm sorry..." Polnareff meekly said upon hearing your tone as he looked straight forward to avoid your gaze on him. "You don't have to say sorry to me, I won't have to deal with the pain and consequences of this sunburn; you should just try to stop being such an idiot next time and try to think like a normal person from now on," you teased him and although you thought it was funny, Polnareff wasn't laughing and just pouted as he kept looking straight forward to try to avoid you.

You, who had finished rubbing the cream into his back by now, didn't like his attitude and changed your position to sitting into his lap so you could start rubbing the cream on the front part of his chest that had been exposed to the sun and was bright red as well by now. This also allowed you to look into his eyes and his face seemed to have turned red from having you so close to him and sitting in his lap; however that might also just be his face being red from the sunburn...

"God Polnareff, your face is all red as well. I am so forcing you to wear sunblock next time we go out in the sun," you told him. The slight scrunching up of his face told you exactly how little he liked the idea of wearing sunblock so you just said "Before you start complaining again; I'm only doing all this because I care about you Polnareff. I don't want you to be hurt like this...

You looked into his eyes with a somewhat sad expression. This expression seemed to strike all the right things inside of Polnareff as you saw his look soften upon realising that you might actually be hurt by seeing him hurt like this.

You rubbed some cream in between your hands and started rubbing it on his face. He could've easily done this himself, but you actually kinda liked being so close to Polnareff. As you were rubbing some on his cheeks with your thumbs, your eyes locked onto each other and Polnareff said "I'm sorry y/n. I didn't know you felt this way. If you don't like me getting hurt I-"
You cut him off by saying "You talk way too much Polnareff. Just show me how you really feel..." as you leaned in and pressed your lips on his.

As the two of you broke up from the kiss, Polnareff told you with that seductive French accent of him "Look at you y/n, you got after sun cream on your shirt; and you know how terrible it is to get out of fabric. Why don't you just strip it off so we can wash it later..."

"Yeah, that seems like a good idea..." you replied to his suggestion just as seductively as you got up an stripped of your shirt before walking towards the door to lock it.
"Now, where were we..."