I post this with much trepidation. However, I also note how few fanfics there are for this fandom. I love this series dearly, so thank you for stopping by!
--
I'm not sure when it all started, or what set it off, or anything. Just one day we were friends and the next, lovers.
It was night, like any other night, and Ash had yet to return from his going outs. I picked up my fallen book and almost got into it, as the door opened. Ash walked gracefully in, before tumbling into the floor. I was there in an instant, first aide in my hands, pulling off his clothes to the wounds below. I kept muttering curses, as blood flowed steadily from a multitude of wounds.
I pulled out the bacteria-static and was about to begin cleaning the deep gashes, when he pulled me into a clumsy kiss. Four million thoughts whizzed through my brain as the kiss ended, but autopilot kicked in.
After all his injuries were cleaned and bound, I surveyed my work. Ash, covered nearly head to toe in gauze, fast asleep. Out of a pity of sorts, I pulled him onto the couch. The afghan I removed from the back of the couch and covered him before lounging in the comforter near the couch. I did not realize I was sleeping till the sun pricked my eyes.
Ash slept most the day, and showed slight interest in the world of the living at supper. He ate, and then walked to the bedroom, my silent cue to follow.
I at down on the bed beside him and began removing everything that covered the skin below. When I had removed everything, I felt Ash grab my wrists, and I mechanically looked up. His eyes were searching and intense. They gnawed at my insides as they brutally overturned everything in my soul.
He lifted my right hand and kissed the tip of my fingers. One by one, but his gaze never left my own. He repeated this action with my other hand, eyes still locked on mine.
"Ash, you're bleeding."
And that was true enough. Many of his wounds had reopened and blood oozed from long marks on his skin. In response, he began to kiss up my arm. One arm held me steadily, while the other unbuttoned my shirt casually. His lips then met my neck.
My gasp of surprise shocked me as much as it did Ash. His eyes flashed questions, quick as lightning, before reverting back to emerald green. This time he kissed me fully on the lips, deep and passionate.
When his mouth left mine, he stared at me once more. All night he worshipped me, till at last exhaustion took him by force.
At that point, I finished cleaning his wounds and I rebound them with fresh gauze. Then, I lay next to him and dreamed of a world that held the two of us safe and carefree. Ash was kind enough to not comment on the tear trails the next morning.