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Third pov
You placed your hands on his,gently rubbing circles on them.His fingers were just bandaged by you,after you saw the poor state they were in. Between his cello playing ,and draining blood from them,they were left in a messy state,and you got frustrated with his lack of care and decided to clean them and bandage them but you couldn't help but caress his slender fingers with a tender touch,cradling his hand to your chest.
"Babe,you've been working for hours...At least have some rest.You look exhausted." you urged,pressing light,feathery kisses to his skin.
Fyodor didn't respond.He just stared at his fingers wordlessly.He was still not used to being cared for like this.Growing up with an ability like his was tough,and it felt unusual.
He was hated,scorned ,and feared and yet you casually sat on his lap,totally invading his personal space and peppering him with love and affection.You adored him.
"Seriously,you look so tired.Have you eaten today?"
"Not as yet." he replied nonchalantly.He was too busy ruining people's life.
A sigh escaped your lips.You removed your hands from his and placed them on his cheeks instead.You caressed his face and nuzzled your noses affectionately,enjoying the sensation of his hair brushing against your fore head .
You brought your hand to his and placed your forehead against his,lips less than an inch apart.
"I'll make you dinner,if you like."
"Thanks,but that won't be necessary."
Fyodor gave your head a gentle pat.
Your lips met his in a gentle and passionate kiss.The male opened his mouth slightly,allowing you to slip your tongue in his mouth.A quiet moan escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered.That angelic face of his.
"Why won't it be necessary,dear?"
"Isn't it obvious?I think you're a good enough meal,no?"
