Imagine Person A of your OTP getting a papercut or some other minor injury and Person B kissing it better.
Cleena, cause there just isn't enough
"What happened?"
Leena rolled her eyes but smiled when Claudia's voice sounded from behind her.
"It's nothing, don't worry." She turned the tap off, and grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands before turning to face Claudia.
"It's not nothing, I felt it."
Every since Claudia had taken over the role as Caretaker for the Warehouse, she always knew when something happened to Leena. It had something to do with the bond between the Caretaker and the Innkeeper, but neither woman truly understood it.
Leena smiled at her, and held up her hand. Her ring finger had a small burn on the knuckle.
"I wasn't paying attention, and accidentally hit the pan I had just pulled out of the oven."
Claudia strode across the kitchen, and lightly took Leena's hand in hers. She carefully inspected the burn, then pressed her lips to it.
"Better?" she asked, her lips just millimeters from the injury, her eyes locked on Leena's.
"Much," Leena whispered.