Should be sleeping… But instead here comes the trash train!
Mon Dieu-My God
She cradled his head in her lap, hands frantically running over his face, his arms, his chest, checking for more injuries, assuring herself that he was really okay. And he was, sort of, but he wanted to take advantage her kindness a little more before she eventually decided that he didn't really need medical attention which would lead to her retiring for the night.
"Mon Dieu, you're so stupid, Chat." Her voice sounded broken and his heart ached at the sound. A single tear rolled down her cheek and she hurried to catch it before he noticed. He opened his eyes to look at her as she hastened to rearrange her features into a more neutral expression.
"It was an… Improvised plan?" He offered sheepishly. He'd taken the hit again and it was getting ridiculous. It really was. Memories of nightmares she'd had about this resurfaced, playing out vividly in her mind. Chat's broken body on the pavement after she'd failed to catch him mid-fall. Chat disappearing into nothing after the Time Breaker incident; his mouth set in a determined line as her curled his body over her protectively. Chat's blood covering her hands, dripping onto the floor as she tried to stich his skin back together with shaking hands and hot tears that blurred her vision after a vicious butcher-themed Akuma had come after them. Chat, burning to death in the flames from the fire that had broken out downstairs in her family bakery, where he'd found her under the bench, cowering in fear. Some of them were real and some of them were not, waking was little comfort because though her parents woke her when she screamed, soothing her hair, telling her it was only a dream, she knew they were wrong. They weren't just dreams. They were real and she knew, she knew (how could she not?) that he would do it over and over again until the attacks stopped or he died. Whichever came first. And she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him except patch up his broken body, lecture him and later, cry herself to sleep.
She rolled her eyes at him, desperately trying to keep her face blank. She didn't want her concern to be obvious because then he would fuss over her, making sure she was okay. As if she was ever in true danger when he was around. Her watery eyes betrayed her. "It wasn't a plan. And even if it was, that doesn't mean it wasn't reckless and stupid."
He frowned at her for a moment. "I was thinking of your safety."
"No, you weren't thinking. You never think these things through." She punctuated each 't' with a reproving, but gentle bop on the nose. "You were lucky this time, but next time you might not be."
"I don't need to be lucky." She raised an eyebrow at him. "I have you to be lucky for me. My lovely, lucky charm. Lady Luck herself." He giggled and patted her cheek. He felt light-headed.
She clicked her tongue. "You're delusional. I knew that hit was serious." She brushed his hair out of his eyes. "But seriously, do you have a hero complex or something?"
"No. Don't worry about me My Lady." He pounded a fist to his chest and he fought back a wince. Maybe he was a little sore. Just a little. "I'm unbreakable." He smirked up at her.
"I don't understand why you keep doing this to yourself." Her voice was soft. She gently caressed the spot above his eyebrow, eyes never straying from his face even when he closed his eyes.
He sighed dramatically. Why couldn't I have fallen in love with someone who wasn't so dense? She's so clueless it hurts. … This feels nice. She'd become freer with her touches in the past few months, pushes and punches became gentler and her hands lingered just a little longer than was required. Occasionally she'd run her fingers through his hair to comfort him when he was sad, and then… And then, sometimes, she'd hug him. He hadn't picked up on a pattern just yet, as to when and why, but sometimes she would wrap her arms around him like he was her only anchor to the world and she might float away if she let go, it was then he had to fight the urge to purr. He made a contented noise somewhere in the back of his throat unfortunately she mistook it for a sign of discomfort.
"Sorry." She hastily withdrew her hand from his face. Come back. "Ah your lip is busted." She trailed her fingers down his cheekbones to the cut on his lip, wiping away excess blood. He winced. If she noticed it was tinged with spit, she didn't comment.
"Occupational hazard." He waved away her concern. "You're fine right?" His gaze travelled over her figure and she suppressed a shiver. As of late, his gazes were prolonged, more open, more piercing, sometimes it felt like he was trying to figure something out, other times it would feel like he was waiting for her to falter so he could pounce. He raised his hand and touched her cheek where a red mark was clearly visible on her face, she knew it would bruise but the years of scars and bruises had vastly improved her make-up techniques.
Again with the worry, seriously think about yourself for once. You idiot.
She hummed an affirmative and stroked his chin thoughtfully with her thumb. She hadn't expected his skin to be so soft. The past year his face had aged some, his cheeks losing their roundness and she supposed eventually stubble would grow on his face. She wondered if he would grow a beard or not. Probably not she decided. But then… he would probably be proud of it… She would not have a partner with a beard. She'd shave it off herself if she had to. Ivan had begun growing facial hair too, and though the stubble was gross and uneven he refused to shave it off, wearing it proudly like a medal. She snorted in amusement.
"My Lady?" Chat asked in confusion.
"Does it hurt?" She asked, covering up her thoughts.
"What? This?" He gestured to his face. "Not really."
She grinned playfully and bopped his nose. "I guess I don't have to kiss it better then."
His jaw slacked and he sat up faster than she expected. He stared at her for a moment, gauging her mood before pouting and bringing a hand up to his lip in pretend pain.
"Ah my Lady, it hurts." He whimpered. He wasn't exactly keen on getting a kiss this way, but if she was offering…
"Looks like you're back to normal then." She snapped the first aid kit closed and stood up. "If you can still mess around, then the pain can't be that bad can it?"
She readied her compact to leave for the night, pausing only to giggle at the growl of frustration let out by her partner. She swung away and Chat called out after her.
"I just can't win with you can I?"
I know I keep asking, but please leave a review; they really do keep me motivated and happy! Did everyone else watch the Horrificator? How good was it? :3
Prompt 6-Obession
