Title: Perhaps
Author: untapdtreasure
Rated: K+
Summary: She met his eyes as a smirk played across her lips. She hadn't know about this before today.
A/N: Written for a "quit squirming" prompt.
"Quit squirming." Abby was beyond exasperated as she tried once again to clean the wound on Marcus' side. "How else am I suppose to see if it's deep enough to require stitches?"
Marcus kept moving away as her fingers featherlight (yet efficient) kept tickling his bare skin. His body gave an involuntary shudder as she mentioned stitches. "I can't help it. And no needles. Please?"
"If you don't sit still, I will do just that, Councillor," she mock threatened. "I can't for the life of me figure out how you did this." She managed to finally get it clean enough and see how bad it was. It wouldn't need stitches from the look of it.
He wrinkled his nose. "Maneuvers. I got the wind knocked right out of me, and I fell down the cliff facing." It hadn't been a long fall, but it was far enough that his ribs took a beating. "Nothing's broken, right, Abby?"
She nodded. "Right. Just let me get some salve on this cute and bandage it up real good so that infection doesn't set in. You'll live." She used her finger to gently spread the thick salve liberally over the cut.
He twitched again. A smirk played at his lips as he pulled away almost entirely.
"Quit squirming, Marcus. It's not too late to suture this instead…" She was at her limit where he was concerned. She had adolescent patients that behaved better than him.
"Then stop tickling me, Abby." He met her eyes. He couldn't help but twitch when her fingertips grazed his bare skin once again. He had always been ticklish. Especially when he had been younger.
She met his eyes as a smirk played across her lips. She hadn't know about this before today. "I'm not trying to tickle you. Honest."
"Perhaps. I still suspect that you're enjoying this, hmm?" He tried to seem annoyed.
"Perhaps." She gave a slight shrug before a grin peaked out to match the one he was now wearing.