SEQUEL TO "A RETURN TO THE SEA" This makes no sense unless you've read that one already.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters.
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After a quick lunch, in which Lucille actually finished his sandwich enthusiastically for the first time since he'd woken up, they went on making Christmas decorations for a while longer. When they had enough small stars, the blonde decorated them with some glitter and colors, while Kohaku watched him working. Even though it obviously took the singer an effort to even lift up his arms for longer periods at once, it was clear by the look on his face that he enjoyed doing this. No wonder, he had told Kohaku how much he hated it to feel useless, and with doing this he could feel at least a bit productive. Besides, this was also a nice way to let the singer work on the muscle strength in his arms, if even a little bit. After all, he hadn't used them in over a month.
"So, shall we now make some strings by colored paper?" Lucille suggested, putting down the last small star. "Then we can make some big stars after that."
"You sure you don't need a rest? Besides, if we finish all in one day, you'll have nothing to do tomorrow," the violinist remarked.
Lucille sighed. "I know, but I don't want to sleep for the rest of the day. Isn't there anything else I can do?"
"Well…" This would be awkward, but it did need to happen. "You haven't washed yourself in a few days, so maybe I could help you take a bath?" To his annoyance, he felt his cheeks heating up. "You know… I won't look at anything."
Lucille smiled a bit shyly. "Well, since you took care of the medical equipment while I was still out, I don't think there's anything about me that you haven't seen yet."
True. But at that time, the singer had been unconscious. "But now you're awake. Which makes it a lot more awkward," Kohaku admitted. "Either way, since you can't take a shower on your own yet, there's not much of a choice anyway.
"All right," Lucille sighed. "Let's just get it over with."
Somewhat reluctantly, Kohaku gathered all the paper, glitters and the rest and went to put all on a table in the living-room. After that, he gently carried Lucille to the bathroom, putting him down on a soft towel on the floor to undress him. "Isn't the scar going to hurt when you're in the water?" he asked, while already opening the tab to let the bath fill up.
"I don't know. The wound itself is closed, right? It might even make it a bit more flexible," Lucille replied. "At least, I don't expect it to really hurt."
"Hopefully you're right," Kohaku nodded, gently pulling Lucille's shirt over his head. The singer shivered a bit when the cool air hit his bare chest. "Hold on for a bit, I know it's not that warm here."
"Doesn't matter, I'm fine," the singer smiled. Still Kohaku undid the blonde's pants and underwear as quickly as he could without being rough. Even though he tried his best not to hurt the singer, Kohaku heard him holding his breath slightly when the scar got touched by the violinist's hands. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Don't be. It's just… sensitive," Lucille replied, almost whispering. For some reason, his cheeks were bright red suddenly. Feeling a bit awkward, Kohaku didn't reply, but instead quickly placed the singer into the bathtub. "Ouch…"
"Too hot?" the violinist asked worried.
"N-no. It just feels strange on the scar." A somewhat difficult smile. "I guess I'm just not used to it yet."
"Well, just say so if it gets painful. For now, try to sit straight so I can wash your hair."
Lucille nodded. Holding the sides of the bath, and probably helped by the water surrounding him, he managed to keep himself sitting up for a few minutes, while Kohaku quickly washed his hair. When that was done, he practically let himself drop down against the edge of the bath, unable to keep himself up for any longer. "My stomach hurts," he groaned.
"The muscles?" Kohaku assumed. When the blonde nodded silently, Kohaku picked up a washing-cloth and gently started washing the singers upper body. Hopefully, the warm water and the movement would help a bit to ease the sore muscles. Lucille seemed to enjoy it, his body relaxing fully under the violinist's touch. Letting out a deep sigh, he closed his eyes. "Mmh… This way, I don't mind having to take a bath at all."
Kohaku chuckled softly. "Don't get too lazy, the idea is that you'll be able to do everything by yourself again, eventually." Still, it was nice that the blonde seemed so relaxed now. It made it a lot less awkward, having to wash him. "I'll do your legs too, but the… private part, you'll have to do that yourself. Okay?"
Lucille merely nodded, his eyes still closed. His long hair drifted around his body, even obscuring his private parts from view. It made him look like some beautiful, lost mermaid. And Kohaku couldn't help but to kiss him slowly, feeling how the blonde sighed against his lips. "Mmh…"
"You look amazing," Kohaku whispered in the singer's ear, after breaking their kiss.
"T-thanks," Lucille sighed, a bright smile making his face even more beautiful. "Mmh… kiss me again, please." Slowly, the violinist gave him another kiss, a soft one but Lucille immediately deepened it. After only moments, though, he suddenly turned his head, breaking their kiss. "Ah… maybe we'd better s-stop before… before I can't hold back any longer."
That did feel like a rather good reason not to stop, but reminding himself of Lucille's condition, Kohaku didn't argue. "Well, I hope you'll get better soon."
'Tch," the blonde grinned. "Don't worry, I'm trying my best, although not specifically for that reason."
Quickly, Kohaku finished washing Lucille, and then sat him down on a towel again to dry him off. The blonde shivered a bit, probably to the fact that his hair was currently giving him an icy cold after-shower. "Wait a sec'," Kohaku said, before getting another towel to dry the singer's hair and wrap it in afterward. "That should keep you dry."
"Yeah. Still cold, though," the singer mumbled, leaning against the taller man's warm body. As fast as he could, but still trying to be gentle, Kohaku redressed him. Not that a pair of pajamas would keep him much warmer, but it'd help at least a little bit. Carrying the singer back to bed, he felt the slender body in his arms relaxing again, Lucille's head resting against his shoulder. As he had expected, the singer was half asleep already when Kohaku put him back to bed.
"You warm enough now?"
"Mmh… yeah." Letting out a sigh, the blonde closed his eyes. "Wake me up for dinner, okay?"
"Sure. Any preferences?"
"Eh…" A long, lazy yawn. "Something sweet?"
"Well, you did ate something nutritious yesterday. So I guess it's all right."
"Then can you make some pancakes again?"
"Will do," the violinist agreed. "Don't get any nightmares, okay?"
"Hopefully," the singer managing to whisper, before drifting off to sleep.
That reply, the faint seriousness of it, made Kohaku look at the blonde a bit worriedly. Had he been having nightmares so often, in the few days that he had been out of the coma? That wouldn't be a good thing, even though he didn't seem to get too little sleep. Well, all Kohaku could do was watching out for him a bit, keeping an eye on the singer while he slept. At least he might see some indications of a bad dream, and try to comfort the blonde without waking him up.
Luckily, though, it didn't seem like the blonde was having any nightmares, at least for the few hours until Kohaku left the room to go bake pancakes. Even when he came back for a moment to check up on Lucille, the singer seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Which did make him feel a bit reluctant to wake him up when Eles came home, just in time for the pancakes to be ready. Well, the blonde would have to eat, right?
Gently, he shook at Lucille's shoulder, only getting an annoyed groan in response. "Hey, wake up already!"
"Mmh… five more minutes, daddy…" the singer groaned, obviously just to tease the violinist. Eles, who had walked in to bring the plates and glasses with milk to the room, giggled softly.
"Either wake up, or I'll feed you shrimps tomorrow evening. The ones they had on that ship, remember?" Kohaku threatened. That did work, the singer immediately opened his eyes, grinning. "Geez, moron."
"Threatening me to get me to wake up. Not a very gentle manner, honey."
"You'd never again call me that after we'd get off that damned ship!" He couldn't help but to chuckle, though. "Babe."
"Okay, I'll shut up." Still smiling, Lucille tried to sit up, instantly being helped by Kohaku. When he finally sat with his back leaning against the wall, Eles handed them their plates, and they finally started eating dinner.
Short, but I was busy last week. Next one will be longer and hopefully better ;)
I'll update in a week^^
