Love & Death [Femdom 18+]

3. Reap What You Sow

        "Well, that was interesting..." Geneva mused as Death disappeared into thin air.

        He'd sunk to the ground, unprovoked, and leaned against her in...Supplication? Geneva wasn't used to being worshiped and wouldn't know the difference between supplication and picking up a penny. But he'd knelt at her feet and offered that lush silk dark golden hair to her greedy fingers. She saw him rake his hand through it earlier when he was upset and was eager for her turn to do the same. 

        He'd groaned against her belly, a sweet pained sound. The noise was so familiar but just before she could place it, he'd...Freaked the fuck out and scrambled away from her as if she'd committed some foul act of stranger-danger. Maybe she had, Geneva thought. It was rude to run her hands through his hair without asking. Next time, she promised herself, she would ask.

        With Death out of the picture, Geneva could focus her attentions on Lizzy. The blonde was a hot mess. She looked as though she'd been run over by a school bus. Her delicate face was purple and bruised and there was a machine breathing for her. Had Geneva really thrown her arms over Lizzy? Good Goddess! She could have further disfigured her friend.

        Geneva, with Death now cleared from her mind, pulled a chair up next to Lizzy and sat down. She took her friend's pale hand, so white against her own caramel skin, and soothed her. Love had healing qualities. She herself was not a healer, but she'd heard that love could cure old age. Love was vitality and it was the only thing Geneva could do. So Cupid held vigil at her friend's bed, hoping that whatever flowed through a Cupid's body could flow through Lizzy's too.

        "Who are you? Are you family?" Geneva jerked awake at the sound of a man's soft voice. The Cupid rubbed Morpheus from her eyes and stifled a lazy stretch because she didn't want to let go of Lizzy's hand.

        "Um..." Geneva began dumbly, waiting for her brain to kick into action. It was still dark outside, she must not have slept very long.

        "I'm sorry, Miss, but visiting hours are over for non-family members," the older man continued. The nurse didn't seem to be at all worried about Geneva's presence other than possessing the knowledge of whether she was any family to Lizzy. A singular glance would let everyone know that Lizzy and Geneva were not related. If their skin pigment alone was not proof enough. Geneva had feline features, smooth and cunning despite her bubbly temperament. Lizzy had delicate soft features that reminded Geneva of angels sleeping. 

        When Geneva turned toward Lizzy to share a secretive smile, she remembered and was startled into a gasp. Her friend was quite severely injured. If Geneva had come a moment too late, Death would have taken Lizzy away from the Earthly realm. The bruising on Lizzy's face looked so vivid against her pale skin. If it were possible, she was paler than even Death himself!

        "Miss?" The nurse prompted and Geneva tore her eyes away from her friend. She blinked away the tears.

        "I'm..." What lie could she tell? She couldn't possibly leave Lizzy alone, not if her client was on Death's list. "I'm her girlfriend. Actually, we were suppose to go to a movie tonight...But she was late and.." Geneva choked on her tears and noticed that the nurse had paused to listen, completely enraptured.

        "I didn't know...I just. I was just waiting there. I was so mad at her. I thought she'd stood me up again so I just...I just went in and watched the movie. I feel so guilty. Please," Geneva looked up at the older man with sorrowful wet eyes. "Please don't make me leave her like this. I... I can't leave her like this."

        "Oh, um...Well," he began, looking awkward as he shuffled from foot to foot. "I guess, technically, you can stay."

        "Oh, thank you!" Geneva exclaimed and watched as the man checked Lizzy's vitals and monitors while trying to hide his blush.