Well, I let AmIObsessed choose what she wanted to see updated and she chose this, so here it is~ :3
Though, this chapter is a bit short, for some reason I was struggling with this one. )x
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"I'm sorry," Flaky started, standing up from the bed after Lifty finished with his story. "I should go by Flippy now before he gets w-worried."
Lifty watched expressionlessly as Flaky walked to the door and opened it. "U-uhm, just call me if you need anything, okay?"
A small grunt was the only reply she heard as she left the door open and headed back down the hall to where her friend was located.
She found him on the couch, leafing through one of her old magazines, a stack of her novels sat next to him in a neat stack. The vet has picked up a love for books ever since he started working at the library and always dug through her book collection for anything interesting.
"They're all the same t-things, I haven't gotten any new books." Flaky told him, plopping down next to him and leaning over his shoulder to see what he was looking at.
Flippy skimmed through the last few pages before letting it drift close as he dropped it onto the coffee table. "I know, but it just became a habit already to dig through your books."
"Speaking of books," Flaky glanced at her clock, seeing it was quarter to five. "Don't you work at the library today?"
Sighing, the green haired male nodded but made no effort to move, just merely sat there, staring at her magazine with an unreadable expression. But she was still able to catch the slight worry in those light green eyes.
Smiling, the redhead gently laid a hand on his arm to reassure him. "I'll be fine Flippy, I promise."
He turned to her with an unsure look, emerald orbs searching her own crimson depths for any fault in her expression. Eventually, he gave up and just placed his hand over her smaller one on his arm. "Okay, just...just promise me that you'll call me if you need help. I don't like it when you try to do things on your own."
She nodded and carefully slipped her hand out from under his to rest timidly on her lap. "I-I promise."
He looked away with a frown when she withdrew her hand from his grasp. "Well...I guess I better go before I'm late."
Turning to his shy friend, Flippy sent her a farewell smile as he stood up and strolled to the door. "I'll come back tomorrow afternoon."
Waving to him, Flaky waited a couple minutes after he shut the door before getting up and deciding to go check on her guest.
Peeking her head around the doorway, Flaky spotted Lifty flipping through the tiny tv she had set up in the room, seems that he had somehow managed to find the remote.
"Y-you doing okay? D-do you need anything?" Flaky asked shyly, curling her fingers into the hem of her skirt.
Lifty shifted his attention from the screen to her with an uncomfortable expression. "Well, now that you mention it.." He trailed off, not sure if he should ask her.
"..Yes?" Flaky urged, encouraging him to go on.
"Um, well..." Lifty brushed a hand through his hair before turning his forest green eyes up to her. "Can you...help me to the bathroom?"
Pink painted her cheeks as Flaky realized that he had to go pee. "O-oh, yes, of course I-I can help you." She scurried over to him and let him place an arm over her shoulder as she wrapped her arm around his waist to help him stand up.
Her thin legs shook a bit as she attempted to carry a majority of his weight by letting him lean on her. Lifty's feet drug languidly on the rug, his body feeling abnormally heavy as he gritted his teeth and tried his best to not lean on the petite female so much.
He hated this.
He's never felt so physically weak before.
Or so embarrassed when they finally reached the bathroom, and Flaky led him to the toilet. She tilted her red face up to his and Lifty raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was going to really stand there the whole time.
That is until he noticed her hands heading towards the front of his pants, apparently going to unbutton it for him.
His mischievous side actually didn't mind letting her, wanting to see her become flustered and fumble with the button. But his rational side decided that messing with the person who saved your life would not be very nice.
His rational side ended up winning as his hands shot out to gently wrap around her tiny wrists. "No. It's ok, I'll be able to handle it from here. I'll call you when I finish."
The redness on her face subsided a bit as she nodded and happily left him in the bathroom to do his business.
God, Lifty was so glad that Shifty couldn't see him now otherwise his pride would shrink even more than it already did. His twin would have a field day with the fact that he couldn't even go to the bathroom without the help of the small girl.
Somehow, he just knows that Shifty would take advantage of that knowledge to put him down even more than he already does.
With a frown pulling at the corner of his lips at the negative direction his thoughts were taking, Lifty zipped up his pants and flushed the toilet. Placing his hands on the counter, he used it to keep himself upright as he struggled to pull himself to the sink.
Shit. He hated being so helpless to the point where even going to the sink uses so much energy.
"Flaky," Lifty called, wiping his wet hands on his pants. "I'm finished. You can come in now."
After a couple hesitated seconds to make sure he was completely finished, Flaky reopened the door and let him place his arm around her again as they began the slow journey back to the guest room.
Reaching the bed, Flaky helped him heave his heavy body back onto the bed, by the time they were finished, the redhead was panting lightly. She obviously wasn't the most strong type.
As Flaky rested on the bed, silently catching her breath. Lifty noticed his skin felt slightly sticky from not bathing the day before.
"Uhm, so will I be able to..you know, take a shower?" Lifty asked, rubbing his hand along his arm, not enjoying the skin that was sticky from dried sweat.
Scarlet leaked back onto her cheeks as she suddenly remembered about the fact that he needs to wash himself.
"O-oh, about that..you w-won't be able to go in the s-shower for a day or two..you have to let the wound close up first.." She mumbled, shyly poking her index fingers together.
"So, I'm just supposed to lay in my sweat for the next two or so days..?" Lifty asked with a frown, not liking the idea of spending two days laying around with grimy, sweat soaked skin.
"N-no! Uhm..." The redhead abruptly shot off of the bed and scrambled out of the door, leaving behind a very confused guest.
"What the hell was that about?" Lifty mumbled to himself, eyeing the open doorway.
After a few long minutes, Flaky reappeared, this time with a somewhat large bucket.
"What is that for?" Lifty asked as she placed it on the ground next to the bed.
"W-well, since you can't s-shower...the only alternative I have is to wipe you down so you feel atleast somewhat clean until the day you can shower a-again." She explained, lifting a cloth out of the soapy water and squeezing out any excess liquid.
This certainly took an interesting turn, he couldn't help but think as he smirked, absorbing in the sight of her pink tinted cheeks as she shyly reached up to begin wiping down his face. "So, basically, you have to wipe down my entire body for me?"
She nodded, cheeks darkening further. "U-unless, you have enough strength to clean y-yourself?" She asked hopefully.
Oh, this was going to be fun. "No. I don't think I can, my arms feel too heavy.." He told her, sly smirk growing on his lips when she gulped and continued with cleaning his face, wiping the cool cloth along his warm cheek, every once in a while dipping and wringing out the cloth in the bucket.
Her face was aflame by the time she finished with his arms and back, and now had to move to his front. The thief had to bite the inside of his cheek to contain his laughter as he noticed her trying not to stare at his chiseled chest, shaky hands seeming almost nervous to touch his smooth chest as she swiped tentatively at it.
This wasn't like how she cleaned his wound and wrapped him up at all. It wasn't as embarrassing then since she didn't have to rub her hands along his chest like she did now. She wasn't dabbing at a bleeding wound; she was rubbing bare skin and that was enough to make her heat up at the thought of touching a male like this, even if it was just to get him clean.
She nearly jumped off the bed in fright when Lifty pushed his large hand down on hers, making her press her palm flat against his chest. He guided her hand to rub the cloth harder on his skin. "Like this Flaky, I could barely feel it with how soft you were doing it earlier." He murmured, inwardly gaining amusement from the way she frantically nodded her head, unable to find her voice as she shakily rubbed the cloth harder on his chest.
Finally, she got past his chest and placed the cloth back in the bucket as she glanced back up at him through her bangs. "Uhm...Lifty?"
"Hmm?" He looked down at her with the same amused smirk.
"C-can you..take off your p-pants?" She asked shyly, if possible her cheeks turned even redder at his wide eyes. Obviously, her question must've caught him off guard.
"What do you need my pants off for?"
Toying with her skirt, Flaky nibbled on her bottom lip. "Y-you want me to clean your legs r-right?"
"O-oh, right." Of course that would be the reason that she wanted his pants off. What was he thinking?
Unbuttoning his pants, Lifty attempted to shimmy out of them, but was having a hard even doing just that with his injuries.
Noticing his struggle, Flaky got up and despite her burning cheeks, helped him pull them off and place them off to the side.
Lifty then laid back against the headboard as Flaky picked the cloth back up and began cleaning from the bottom of his legs first.
Soon, she reached his thighs, and that's when Lifty noticed the slight warmth contaminating his cheeks as she went higher, almost reaching the area between his thighs. Thank god he was still wearing his boxers.
His amusement had all but disappeared when she started getting dangerously close to his personal area, instead now he was starting to feel flustered at her cleaning him.
At one point he had to stop her when the cloth had reached just under his boxers.
"T-that's good Flaky. You don't have to clean anymore." He mumbled, pushing her hands away from his upper thighs.
She seemed relieved that she was finished and dumped the cloth back into the bucket and picked it up to leave the room.
Lifty watched her go before dropping his head back against the headboard with an audible thud and releasing a breath he didn't realize that he's been holding.
The last thing he needed was for her to see him pitching a tent at the feeling of her rubbing his upper thighs.
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Woo, so there's that chap! Now I only owe you one more update AmI~
Thanks for reading! :D