The Archer | T.D. ✔

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Rory wasn't taking well to being on bed rest, Dick's initial assumption was correct when he had that she had two broken ribs and several cracked ones. That was just her chest, her collarbone was fractured, so was her radius and her shins. Her spleen was inflamed and had to be watched constantly to make sure it didn't rupture.

Of course, the press had gotten suspicious with the lack of Aurora Queen sightings, ever since she was seen with Tim at the ballet and the Wayne New Year's Eve gala people were keeping tabs on her. Tim had once told her that being a Wayne was basically the same as royalty, and it wasn't more true than this.

Both Bruce and Oliver had to issue an official statement saying that Rory had gotten in a car accident and was staying with Tim in Wayne manor until she recovered. It was no secret that the Wayne family was widely admired and that admiration had trickled down to her as well. She had received multiple gifts and cards with flowers, someone had leaked that her favorite movie was My Fair Lady and her favorite flowers were daisies.

She lost count how many copies of the movie she received and her room was covered in vases filled with daisies to the point she had to keep a window open or she would start sneezing like crazy. Tim had taken a leave of absence from WE to take care of her, making Bruce have to go in every day and drag along either Dick or Jason because just one man couldn't handle the workload Timothy Drake did on a daily basis.

Rory was sat in her bed, staring out her window as Tim worked on his laptop beside her with his hand resting on her thigh rubbing circles with his thumb. It was a beautiful spring day, and she was stuck inside. Looking to her left, she saw that Tim was so engrossed in his work he didn't notice just how high his hand was on her leg and she let out a giggle.

"Timmy, what are you doing?" she asked. 

"Hmm?"

"Your hand is awfully high, is there something you want?" she teased. Tim blushed at her words and moved his hand lower, but not moving it away completely.

"I didn't say that you had to move it." Slowly, she moved closer pressing her side against his. 

"I know what you are doing, and the answer is no. You are still recovering and I have work that needs to be done," he said, glancing at her with a small smile.

Rory rolled her eyes. "Tim, I am mostly healed I can handle it." she buried her face in his neck and placed soft kisses on his shoulder, running her hand over his arms. She could feel Tim leaning into her touch, trying not to give in and do his work. 

"Mostly healed, is not completely healed Songbird. I don't want to hurt you," he said, placing a hand on the one she was running down his arm.

"Maybe not, but I know you won't hurt me." She trailed her kisses up from his shoulder and to the collar of his shirt and pushed it aside, biting on the skin softly. Her actions made Tim let out a small groan, she could tell that he was losing focus from work.

Rory grinned against his shoulder and moved her hand down to the hem of his shirt, tracing her fingers over his toned stomach just above his pants line. Tim let out an airy breath as she sucked the skin between her teeth that was sure to leave a mark. "Rory, you are making it really hard to concentrate. I need to get this done..." he muttered. 

"You can get it done when I am done with you." Removing her hand from his shirt, Rory moved his laptop and papers to the side as she crawled onto his lap and kissed him fully. Tim's hands went to her waist, holding her in place as they kissed. He could feel her hand slide up his body as she slowly pushed his shirt up with it.

Rory slid his shirt up and off of him, breaking the kiss and moving towards his neck and kissed his pulse. Tim's grip on her tightened, bunching up the shirt she wore in his hands as he moaned softly.