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The creak of the door resonated through the sparse home you had owned for numerous years. Heavy heals clicked and clanked against the wooden floor, making their presence known throughout. A flash of red fabric skimmed past the corner of your eye, manoeuvring through the home like a gust of wind and itching their feet towards the tiled kitchen.
"It'd be nice to say hello to you, Ada." You spoke, angling your head towards the bedroom door in the hope of echoing your drowsy voice. Expecting a silent response, you were rather surprised to see Ada standing by the door not a second later, a grin on her normally stoic face.
"Sorry, my dear. I thought you'd be sound asleep by now. It's late, you know." Her smooth, silky voice sent vibrations through you. Far too long, you had been stripped of her attention. Between the trip to Spain, her mission, and the trip back, you hadn't even had a chance to contact her through her mobile.
"I knew you'd be back soon. You promised me it would take less than a week, and I believed you." Staring at her, soaking up her beauty despite the litter of scars and gashes across it. "You look rough, Ada." You muttered, standing from the bed where you sat and dragging your feet towards her. In an instant, your hands reached out to cradle her cheeks, running a finger gently across a certain cut above her cheek. A look of sympathy flashed across your face, looking at how torn up your lover had been in Spain.
You knew little of what the mission was. You never truly knew what Ada's occupation was. But you understood, and that was all Ada needed from you. Your relationship was built on trust. You trusted one another with your life, and you realised that early on in meeting her. Ada was secretive. There was probably still much you're yet to figure out about the raven-haired, but that's what made your relationship so much better than ever. Still, even years after knowing one another, you both found out little facts about each other, from favourite foods to childhood memories.
"Let me fix you up. I'll be your doctor for the night!" Ada let slip a chuckle, a love-filled smile on her lips as she hummed in agreement. With that, you let your hands graze across her face and drop to her hands. The rough, scarred hands that she tried so hard to keep clean when in the presence of you.
Hands linked together in an act of care and love, Ada shuffled behind as you walked into the bathroom, motioning for her to sit on the seat of the toilet while you opened the cabinets. The moon glistened through the window above the sink, creating a personal flashlight for you to use to navigate your hands through the shelves and cabinets.
"You're quiet tonight, love." Ada hummed, admiring you from where she sat. "Anything you want to talk about?" She asked, holding out her hand for you to take, which you did. Carefully, you crouched down beside the toilet and opened up a small first-aid kit you kept in the house. Dozens of ointment, gauze, and bandages sat in the kit on your lap, each label reflecting in the bright light of the moon.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just a bit tired, that's all." You hummed, dotting liquid onto a cleansing wipe and clutching onto Ada's hand. "Squeeze my hand if it hurts, alright?" Ada almost scoffed at your words. The woman was a notorious mercenary and corporate spy. She was positive she could handle something as small as a cleansing wipe and alcohol.
Wiping the soft cotton across her cheek, you heard her take a sharp intake of air, hissing in small pain as you dragged the cotton across her bruised face. Ada felt the humiliation of squeezing your hand lightly, releasing every pained breath in the squeeze. Two hands melted together as one, savouring whatever sweet moment they could capture together even if it meant one was in a state of pain. Ada's rough, scarred ones against the smoothness of yours felt as if they were made to hold each other for eternity.
"Are you alright? I can always stop if you need me to." You asked, looking at Ada through sleepy eyes.
"I'm sure I can handle a few wipes, dear," Ada replied cockily, smirking at you and nodding her head for you to carry on. You were always so sweet and gentle around her as if Ada was a glass sculpture that could smash at any moment. The glass of her skin scraped with scars from her previous holders; holders who were far too rough with her.
"Hm. We're almost done, anyway. Just a few more near your lip." Discarding the wipe and finding a roll of toilet paper, you scrunched it up into a ball and gently dapped along her bottom lip, collecting the dried and fresh blood on the weak tissue.
Only a minute later, you dropped the tissue by your side, admiring your decent work of cleaning her up. No injury was bad enough for a bandage or stitches, but they would surely leave a scar or bruise in time.
"See, all done. You were so brave." A tease and laugh left your lips, standing up from your spot on the floor. Throughout cleaning Ada up, your legs had gone numb and hurt at the movement after so long.
"Of course, I wanted to impress my beautiful doctor by showing them how brave I am." Ada carried on the act, standing from the toilet seat and wrapping two muscled arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest. "Missed you so much." She confessed, showing her rare sightings of vulnerability around you.
"I missed you too, sweetheart. I'm so glad you're back home to me." You let your hands linger on hers while leaning your head back to rest on her shoulder.
"As am I," Ada replied quickly, her lips meeting the side of your head as she pressed a loving kiss to it. "Let's head to bed, hm? You're exhausted, my dear." Before you even got a chance to reply, Ada had detangled her arms from around you and started to pull your body towards the comforts of your shared bedroom, ready for the first night back in each other's arms.