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“You are hurt. Take off your shirt it will make the healing process much easier.” Lucy tells Tim when she walks into the living room. She has everything she needs to wrap his ankle and ice it. And she has a few other things up her sleeve, to hopefully make him feel better.
Tim had limped into her apartment, told her he sprained his ankle and then collapsed on the sofa. And she knew what she needed to do, and hopefully it would make him feel better.
Tim gives her a weird look, and shifts a little on the sofa, as she bends down and puts all the supplies down.
“But I hurt my ankle?” He says looking confused and adorable at the same.
And god she loves this man. She hates seeing him hurt, and she would do anything to make him feel better. No matter what.
“Trust me it will help. Take off your shirt.” Lucy repeats. Tim raises his eyebrows but does as she asks and takes off his shirt. He throws it aside, and she gives him a once over.
She loves that she gets to see him like this, bare and all hard abs. She loves that she gets to run her hands down his chest every night and whisper her love for him into his skin.
“Did you do that so you can check me out?” Tim asks pulling her from her thoughts. She looks up a little startled and he has a smug look on his face.
“No.” She says. “But it helps.” She gets the wrap and undoes it and then wraps his ankle up. She makes sure it’s tight and then stands up and grabs a pillow from the sofa props his foot on the pillow.
“Thank you.” He says and he adjusts himself a bit. “Now why am I shirtless?” Lucy clicks her tongue at him and then walks away without another word. She goes to the bathroom, and grabs her massage oil and the Advil she knows he needs. She grabs a bottle of water and then heads back to the living room.
“Luce—” Tim says but Lucy just presses the Advil into his hands, and gives him the water bottle. She moves around the sofa and stands behind Tim. And then she starts massaging his shoulders. Her hands make their way down his back, and she hears him make a soft noise as she presses a little harder.
“You seemed stressed.” She says. She puts a little oil on her hands and rubs into his shoulders. “I just want to make you feel better.”
Tim doesn’t reply, and she doesn’t mind. Her fingers go deeper and she feels him relaxing little by little.
She presses a kiss into his shoulder, and then this other one. He turns his head slightly and gives her a smile.
“I love you.” He says. “Thank you.” She gives him a kiss, and then moves around to sit on the sofa next to him.
“I love you too.” She says. “And I want to take care of you Tim. Just let me take care of you.”
Tim hums softly, and Lucy rests her head on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” She asks softly.
“I am now.” He says just as softly. Lucy hums softly, and closes her eyes. Tim’s soft breathing lulling her to sleep.
She opens her eyes a little, a sudden thought occurring to her. “I told you taking your shirt off would help the healing process.” She says. She feels Tim’s laugh before she actually hears it. It vibrates against her body.
“I guess you were right Luce.” He says. “I will remember that for when you are hurt.”
“Funny.” She says a grin on her face and then she leans closer. “I expect a massage now.”
“Deal.” Tim whispers and she cuddles more into him, she knows she would always be by his side to take care of him and he would do the same for her.
“I really do appreciate you taking care of me.” He whispers.
“Does your ankle still hurt?” She asks softly, she feels his fingers running through her hair. She hears his soft breathing and then—
“It hurts like hell.” He admits. “But you being here makes it a little more bearable.”
God she loves this man so much. Life with him just got sweeter and sweeter, ever single day.
“I’m glad I could help.” She says. “And for the foreseeable future I will be your nurse. So—” She turns to look up at him.
“That sounds—” He kisses her all over. “Perfect.”
And yeah it sounds pretty dang perfect to her too.