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The comfort of a lover
“Ouch!” The complaint wasn’t really because of the hurt, now was it?!
“Hey hey!” A fair and subtle warning from the current nurse, Boil in action.
“Sorry, but that kinda hurt!” Waxer always acted like a baby when ever Boil treated his wounds, just because he could get away with it.
“Yeah, well, you just had to play the hero again, didn’t ya! So deal with a little bit of pain.” Boil was smirking though, being very proud of his partner having been a big part in taking down the evil and most likely now feasted upon General Krell. Not that anyone cared that he was gone for good.
Waxer pouted though, but he was totally loving all the attention given to him by Boil. And this was certainly the nice part of any mission, even with the cuts and bruises, Waxer always knew he would be tended to afterwards with the best loving care credits could buy. Not that there were any credits involved but yeah, it felt nice, being taken care of.
“It’s just going to sting for a little while when I clean it up. Then I will put the bacta on it to sooth it all out.”
Waxer could only nod and smile a little as the sting was palpable even if he pretended to be the all cool warrior type. But the pain quickly subsided and the coolness taking over when Boil applied the bacta gently, carefully, almost like a smooth caress over the hurt skin.
“Thanks! Ya know, for taking care of me.”
“Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime. You know I would never not take care of you my love.” Boil smiled at Waxer. “Especially when you keep on insisting on pulling these crazy stunts.”
“Well, it was Fives idea.” Waxer tried, but knowing full well Boil had been there, hearing Waxer jump on the wagon before the plan was even fully realised. Volunteering more likely for the dangerous mission. Yet having become quite the hero among the vod’e.
“Yeah, well, I did not see you hesitating any!” Boil applied the last of the bacta.
Waxer’s face grew into a big wide grin suddenly, feeling the sensations of his partners ministrations all over his skin.
“So, in addition to the bacta gel… you think you can kiss the boo-boo too? Ya know, to make it heal faster?”
Boil only hummed while continuing to prep the wounds. He was totally playing it coy, knowing only too well where this, kissing the boo-boo would only end at.
“Boil? Hon? Too much?”
Boil suddenly chuckled having finished dressing the final wound. Turning to his partner he too looked, well, he was totally grinning now.
“Nah hon, you’re never too much for me.”
Boil leans in, his lips on Waxer’s. The soft kiss there before he turned to tended the spot close to the firs tousled. Moving along gently over the exposed skin of Waxer’s, carefully placing feather like kisses right beside the rest of the wounds, sending all kinds of tingles down Waxer’s body.
“That felt… um very, very good. You still have the magic touch, love.” Waxer’s tone had turned to a more gravely one, suddenly and it wasn’t because of his injuries either. “What else you’ve got for me?”
Boil stopped his ministration and looked at his partner. Waxer being only too familiar with that kind of a stare. Soon enough Waxer’s mouth was claimed by Boil, kissing the man with all he got before leaning back again, his eyes still on Waxer, the wicked grin still in place.
“Would you like to find out my love?”