I don't know how he managed to get me home- but he did. Looking at the clock as he passes the kitchen- it's already 2:00.
He had briefly set me down to lean against the stoop as he simply took Luna out of her stroller and inside the house- where I had left the front door completely open.
In my defense- it was a passing thought compared to chasing down my dogs before they got ran over. The dogs go inside, putting their heads slightly down as they pass me, because they know they're in trouble. I notice them run and hide in the spare bedroom with Luna. Coming back, Max picks me up bridal style and carries me inside- leaving the stroller in my driveway. Carrying me upstairs, he sets me on the bed and I cry out slightly.
"What? The glass is in your foot and hand." He states and I bite my lips.
"Phhhsss, it's in my arse too...." I say and he smirks and tries to push it back down, but can't. His chuckles escapes just a bit. "It's not funny."
"No...you're right... it's not funny...." He literally giggles in between each phrase and soon enough I give way to my own laughter as I roll onto my left side. He sees the decent size shards protruding from the cuts in my pants and shakes his head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh. It's unprofessional."
"It sure is...haha..." I laugh through the pain and he walks towards my bathroom to grab the first aid kit. He comes back with the big plastic medical brief case that houses thousands of supplies that most households don't have.
When he sets it on the bed beside me, he opens it up and shakes his head.
"Did you leave anything in the supply closet? Or just loot the whole room?"
"I'll have you know...phhhsss...I bought all that." I state and he shakes his head.
"Of course you did. Over prepared for any situation you may encounter."
"Would you rather me...not have a thousand dollar EpiPen and a bag of Intravenous Solution to save someone?" I state and I slowly readjust myself so I'm laying on my stomach.
"I don't know why I'm so surprised." He says softly. "I need to see your ass."
"It's right there- how could you miss it?" I joke and he scoffs.
"I mean the actual cheeks- not pants covered."
"Well, I'm sure you remember how to remove them." I haughtily say. Scoffing again, he reaches underneath me and undoes my button and unzips my pants, his cold hand grazing against my pelvic area. "Phhhsss..."
"What? I didn't even get them off yet."
"You could warm your hands up though." I growl and he slowly pulls my pants down- ignoring my comment. Getting them off, he's quiet for a few seconds.
"What?" He says nothing. "Max- What? Is it bad?"
"No, I'm just taking it all in one last time." He quietly says. I sit up a bit on my elbows and turn to look at him.
"Really? Some professional you are." Scoffing, I turn back around and lay my head on the mattress.
"Sorry." He sadly says. Going to the case he pulls out hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, Neosporin, and bandaids. Moving my panties down to my upper thighs, he takes tweezers and slowly pulls eleven pieces of glass of various sizes out of my cheeks. Each one hurts worse than the last and he tries so hard to do it as gently as he can. When all the pieces are out, he cleans the gashes and applies Neosporin and bandaids to them. "I think I see a face...."
"Seriously? Can you focus for five minutes, Dr. ADHD?" I comment and he starts sliding my panties back up and slowly rolls me over. It hurts at first, but after a few seconds, the pain subsides just enough to tolerate being on my backside.
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Coffee
Fanfiction***A/U Where Max Stays Seperated from Georgia**** What started out as a joke between friends, quickly leads to Helen Sharpe figuring out what Tinder is and how it works. When coffee leads to more- what will Helen lose first? Her mind? Or her dignity...
