Mein Liebling

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You wake with a start, jumping upright with your heart pounding again. A hand presses your shoulder, coercing you back down until you're once more laying on what feels to be a bed.

Once your vision clears and adjusts to the light, you're met by a pair of gray blue eyes studying you. "You need to shtay lying down." Richtofen is sitting in a chair next to your bedside, his hand still resting on your shoulder as he brings his face closer. "Can you hear me? Is anyzhing hurting?"

After taking a moment to flex through your limbs, you shrug off his hand and once again sit upright. He attempts to protest, but you cast a warning glare out the corner of your eye before slowly turning to hang your legs off the side of the rather tall bed... which, now that you look around, is actually just a long table with a bunch of blankets and pillows piled on top for a makeshift mattress.

He watches your movements, waiting to see any hitch in your movements as a sign of injury, or maybe just resentful that you may be a burden to slow them down now. You still haven't quite been able to read him.

Glancing around the room again, you notice it's a small medical office, seeming long abandoned. It's just the two of you, but you still somehow manage to completely miss the fact that Richtofen rises from his seat and moves to stand before you.

Obviously, the feeling of his hand on your jaw startles you as he brings your gaze to meet his own. "Do you remember your name? Und vhere you are?" He leans in closer, standing at the edge of the table, his hands now holding the sides of your face just inches from his own.

You're not entirely sure when he situated himself between your legs, but you're suddenly acutely aware of your legs just lightly touching either side of his waist. Clearing your throat, you lean back slightly in an attempt to escape his grasp, "I'm fine thanks."

He doesn't let go, instead pulling you back in, forcing you to scoot to the edge of the table, even closer to him than before, your thighs now entirely pressing at the sides of his waist and bringing a completely uninvited warmth to your cheeks. Thankfully, he either doesn't notice or doesn't care. " Ve zhought ve lost you for a moment zhere." He seems to be checking your eyes, then rubs his thumbs in surprisingly gentle circles along your temples and down your jawline.

You don't know enough about medical things to be sure, but you really hope this is just normal procedure to check someone's health. Even still, it feels awkward as fuck and you want to escape ASAP. Of course, your coping mechanism of course is always humor. "I couldn't die yet."

He quirks a brow in question.

"Someone has to stick around and annoy the shit outta you."

Surprisingly, a soft chuckle sounds in his throat as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. The warmth across your cheeks spreads, and you make an effort to look anywhere but his lips.

How hard did you hit your head to be having these thoughts? Now, of all times?

" Zhat is Dempsey's job," He chuckles again, dropping his hands to rest at either side of you, but not moving away in the slightest. If anything, his face may have gotten closer. "but you are definitely his competition."

Your heart pounds in your chest. Get yourself under control woman, what the hell. You clear your throat again, "Thanks for patching me up doc, but uh... did personal space not exist in your universe or...?"

His grin widens as he glances down and realizes your bodies are almost flush, and your legs are all but wrapped around his waist. Shifting closer, he leans over you, bringing his face barely an inch away from yours. "Does zhis make you uncomfortable fraulein?"