undone

Bare. This story takes place after the war. I apologize for the lack of capitals

Warner is standing over me.

His shirt discarded, as well as my ability to think rationally. The war is over and now Warner, just finished attending to his few minor wounds, is asking me something, but im lost in my mind again so im not listening and he seems to notice.

"love? Are you feeling ok?"

"what, ya im fine?"

"i was just asking you if you wanted me to treat your wounds for you? I told you Daelieu gave me this new medication?"

"um, its only a cut, i think ill survive"

my stomach is getting those butterflies again, and my face is embedded in a rosy flush, a noticeable rosy flush. I have a gash right in between my breasts. I thought that maybe he would just give me the medication and let me be. But clearly that's not the case. I hope he doesn't insist on doing it, or ask were my wound is.

"i thought you said it was hurting you?" Warner's looking at me very curiously, i cant hold his intense stare any longer, so i look away, but to fast. Warner seems to sense my emotions about then and his curious expression fades into a worried one.

"why are you nervous?"

im about as red as a tomato at this point.

"nothing, can i just have the medication, i can put it on myself."

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3 seconds of him studying me go by before he answers

"were exactly is this wound Juliette?"

oh god

"it doesn't matter"

i grab the medication from his hand and rush to the bathroom, but he catches my wrist and pulls me back so im standing directly in front of him. He grins and bites at his lower lip. his eyes drop to my feet then back up again to my face. Slowly. Its just then that i realize how exposed i am. Im wearing one of his oversized shirts which cut off at about just above my knee. That's it.

He runs his hand through my hair cupping the back of my head, he takes a step forward and leans in so his lips are right by my ear.

And he whispers "don't be shy love, its only me"

his hands find my hips and drop to the hem of my shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up my thighs. His lips still to close to my ear.

"do you want me to touch you?" he whispers in a voice so husky, so raw, so full of emotion. I could just listen to his voice for the rest of my life and die happy. I'm not sure how to answer, so i don't. He continues to move the shirt up a little higher so now it rests just above my hips.

"is that a yes or no"

im shaking at this point and not from the cold

"its between my breasts. The gash that's where it is. And i didn't want you to see......." i trail off as i see the way hes looking at me, his hands have stopped in there tracks and hes looking at me like i hold all the answers to the universe and hes a curious young boy, still new to this world.

He clears his throat " its not like its anything i haven't seen before"

"ya, but this is different, the lights need to be on and your going to need to stare there for a wile in order to fix the cut and i just....i just don't know-" he cuts me of.

"Juliette, relax. Id never do anything to you that you didn't want me to." hes holding both sides of my face now and hes starring at me with an unreadable expression.