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“ Ah! ”
“Sorry Dep. This stuff stings like a bitch,” Sharky gently presses the alcohol soaked pad to her temple. “Damn peggies, they cut you on your pretty face. Hopefully it won’t scar, n-not that would be ugly! It’d be hot…you make anything look hot.”
Dep laughs and scrunches up her nose as Sharky continues to treat her wounds. She got messed up pretty bad and she knows her face is the least of her worries. Her rib cage is already turning a nasty shade of purple.
“I doubt that’s true, but thanks.”
“Hey! I’ll have none of that in my house. You’re hot stuff Dep and you know it!”
She laughs again, but winces this time. Sharky gives her a look that can only mean pity.
“C-can I see it. For medical purposes of course.”
“Sure,” Dep raises her tank top to right under her breast, revealing her bruised torso.
“Oh Dep,” Sharky's voice is full of concern.
“I’m fine Sharks, I’ve bounced back from worse.”
Sharky’s gaze moves from her rib cage to her eyes, “...You shouldn’t have to.”
She drops her shirt, absently letting it fall, Her eyes search his face. Not sure of what she’s searching for, she just knows that she's found it.
“Sharky,” it leaves her as a whisper.
He lets out a shaky breath, “Dep?…Can I kiss you?”
She nods. Sharky slowly inches in closer. His hand cups her check, his touch is gentle like she’s something fragile…something special. He takes his time swiping the pad of his thumb on her cheek bone.
“Dep?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
She shifts, “Just kiss me already!”
He shortens the distance between them and his lips are on hers. It’s a slow anguished kiss, that she didn’t expect to come from him. They take their time. Forgetting that around them, there is a war raging on in Hope county. Sharky goes to deepen the kiss, tongue begging for an opening. She surrenders to him, letting him take every part of her. Time gets blurry then Sharky breaks away. His breath is unsteady.
“How am I this lucky?,” he leans forward, pressing his forehead against hers. .
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Now it’s his turn to laugh, “Look at us, a couple of fools in love.”
“Love you say?,” she says sarcastically.
“O-oh. Shit Dep, I didn’t mean to-.”
“No Sharky! It’s okay, I was joking! I-I do.”
“Do what?”
“...Love you.”
A huge grin spreads across his face, “Damn me too shorty.”
They both smile and stay like that for a while, lights buzzing overhead. Her hands are intertwined with Sharky's and she’s unsure when that happened.
“Let's lay you down. You need to rest,” Sharky says.
Dep moves over on the small bed and curls up. Sharky lets out a chuckle.
“What?”
“Nothing…you just reminded me of a cat.”
“Oh my god, get in here already.”
Sharky climbs in and wraps himself around her, making sure to avoid her biggest bruise. He sighs into her neck and gives it a small kiss.
“Let’s just stay like this…forever.”
“...Sounds good.”
“Promise?,” his voice is getting sleepy.
“Promise.”