Warning: Blood
Lotus Blood - Age 18
"It's okay baby, I've got you," The bittersweet scent of blood filled my senses before Blaine's cologne washed it out and the last of my tears dripped down my face. His coffee-bean eyes and strong brow bones held worry and unspoken apologies, "why is there so much blood?" Blaine's fingertips rubbed the dried blood smeared across the length of my forearms.
Fourteen cuts.
No coherent noises were made, the only thing coming out of my mouth were whimpers when Blaine pressed on certain parts of my forearms to see just how deep I had cut myself.
"They're so deep, Lotus," Blaine kissed my forehead as he cradled me to his chest as we sat on the floor, "let's get you cleaned up." Blaine's kisses felt like hot sparks against my cold skin and I flinched every time his bare flesh brushed against mine - my body was frigid from essentially bathing in my own blood and from sleeping a whole night on tiled flooring.
My eyes fluttered open and shut as Blaine moved upstairs and held me tightly as possible, almost like I would disappear into thin air if he didn't.
He's terrified you'll leave.
When Blaine reached the master bedroom he carefully placed me on the unused bed like I was made of porcelain - then, strolling into the connected bathroom, he began to run water in the bathtub. My eyes didn't adjust to the small amounts of natural light coming from the windows so I promptly curled myself up into a small ball and drifted off into a barely conscious sleep.
"She's okay, there's a lot of blood... bath and she's... how did it... left just like that?"
Blaine's voice was calm while talking on the phone, but concern shone through his thin veil of tranquility, "Lotus, baby, can I undress you?" my eyes were closed but I could imagine his hands poised above my shaking form, waiting for permission to do anything that may be out of my comfort zone.
Could he undress me?
I trust him.
I trust him.
It's okay.
"...yes," I breathed, Blaine's fingers urged me to uncurl out of the fetal position so he could slowly remove my top and my fingers had a death grip on his wrists while he inched off my skirt. My half-naked body shivered even more at the feeling of the cold air hitting my bare skin and his fingers brushed over the waistband of my underwear before he paused.
I trust him.
"Lotus?" His forehead pressed against mine, "can I?"
"Distract me," and just like that Blaine's lips captured mine, his tongue intruding into my mouth I allowed him to take me away from reality and truly distract me. His fingers trailed up my back and my spine arched toward him as my bra unclipped and slowly fell off my chest and onto the bed.
With lidded eyes, I held my breath as Blaine's hands gradually tugged my underwear off my hips and legs - his hands leaving hot burning feelings against my pale thighs and small whimpers flew past my lips.
I trust him.
Blaine allowed me a moment to rest on the bed, my bare chest moving up and down with my heavy breaths. My eyes shut again and Blaine's arms scooped me up and to his chest whilst he padded into the bathroom, "open your eyes," he murmured in my ear and slowly lowered me into the warm water swishing below me.
"Here," Blaine held a washcloth in his left and held his hand out for my arms, "I don't want you to make the water bloody," he gently activated the dried blood with the damp towel and slowly rubbed it off my skin.
Flinching when the warm, bubbly water touched my newly cleaned arms, I let my arms drop to my sides and I released the breath I was holding.
I trust him.
I trust him.
Then close your eyes.
Shutting my eyes, I heard Blaine moving around the bathroom before settling in front of the bathtub again, "Lotus?" Nodding at whatever Blaine wanted to do, I felt a sticky liquid soap-like substance drip down the ridges of my collarbone as Blaine scrubbed the top part of my chest.
His hands were like heaven. Blaine's nimble fingers traveled up my neck and his fingertips toyed with the tender skin under my jaw - moving my head back, I gave him more access to massage the sharp edge of my collarbone, lightly scraping his fingernails along it.
"Blaine-" my voice became airy and light as his hands traced my jaw, "uhmmm," soft moans left my parted lips and I inched my body closer to Blaine. "I'm sorry I ruined your night," I breathed as Blaine splashed some water on my soapy neck to rid it of the lather.
"You didn't ruin anything," he kissed my forehead, "besides, it wasn't even your fault," he stepped away from the tub and I finally noticed the water had become slightly cold. "I'll get you a towel," he murmured, running his hand through my hair and walking across the bathroom to grab a towel.
"Come on," Blaine hooked his arms under my armpits and hoisted me out of the tub and placed me on the mat before wrapping me in a fluffy white towel. The material felt like a cloud on my body and Blaine ushered me out of the bathroom as he scooped me up to run me to my bedroom.
"Blaine! Slow down you're gonna fall," I giggled, hiding my face in his neck as we reached my bedroom door.
"See, I didn't fall," he murmured in my ear, my arms laced around his neck held onto the short hairs at the base of it whilst Blaine opened my door and set me on my feet. Clutching the towel, I tucked it into itself and scolded Blaine for going through my closet and getting clothes for me to wear.
"Blaine! I can dress myself, thank you," shoving his shoulder, I grabbed the hoodie he picked out and put it back before grabbing a different one. Blaine chuckled and pushed me against the closet door, "what are you-" his lips pressed against mine and I leaned into him while tilting my head.
"I want to help," he grinned, "underwear?" he questioned, holding up clean underwear on his right hand with a smirk on his face.
"Shut up," I grumbled, turning pink and telling him to turn to face the wall while I put on the hoodie and underwear, "you can look now," I whispered, with the blush still blooming on my face.
I trust him.
"Pick me up, Mr.Mcbride," I said in a fake posh accent, extending my arms like a child and Blaine swooped me up in his arms - and he paid close attention to not touch my swollen forearms. Blaine wasn't the most sculpted man I had ever seen but he hit the gym a couple times a week which resulted in him achieving a lean body type that his taller frame contributed to.
"Of course, Miss Blood," he copied my accent and nuzzled his nose into my face. Blaine laid me down on the bed and kissed all over my cheeks and forehead as uncontrollable laughs erupted from my mouth.
I was happy.
I felt happy.
I want to feel like this all the time.
But no one is always happy.
Especially not someone like me.
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