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Dagon came home, looking tired but just as happy to finally see her angel, whom she hadn't seen for a week and who would be there a few hours later. At least, that was the initial plan. She froze when she entered the living room, she didn't expect to find Michael sitting on the floor wearing only her shirt, one leg bent and the other outstretched, a large gaping wound running from her thigh to her shin with a pile of compresses and bandages lying next to her.
" What the ?! What happened here ? Did you attempt a satanic ritual or something ? " she asked, quickly joining her.
" Rah, don't worry, it's nothing, " Michael said over her shoulder.
" It's nothing, but you're bleeding, your wound is still open, and I can almost see... your bone ? "
" It's not my bone, it's just flesh. It's okay, I'm telling you, I'll take care of it. I'll disinfect and sew it up. I have what I need. "
" Seriously ? I remind you, you have a brother who specializes in care, why are you doing this yourself ? "
" I've been through worse, I know my body, I don't need help. "
" You said so, " said Dagon, kneeling before her. " Show me. "
" I don't need assistance, I'm not weak. "
" Wow, accepting help isn't weak. And now you're hurt, so you can be stubborn all you want, but I'm going to help you, whether you like it or not. "
Dagon grabbed some gauze pads that she soaked in disinfectant before approaching the wound, but Michael grabbed her hand.
" Will you bite me if I touch you ? "
" I could. "
The demon huffed a laugh. " Bite me and I'll gag you. Let me take care of you. "
The two stared at each other in silence, daring each other, before Michael finally reluctantly gave in by crossing her arms.
" Do it right then, " she said.
" I'm a pro, " the redhead replied before leaning in to steal a kiss, which the angel didn't respond to. " Grumpy. "
It was hilarious to see Michael act like this, she who was so serious in public and so stubborn in private. You almost had to fight to be able to take care of her.
" It was an angelic blade that did this to you, otherwise you would have already healed. "
The angel's lack of response was enough to answer her question. She applied the compress to the wound, and even though Michael didn't react or make any noise, every muscle in her leg tensed.
" Sorry. Are you going to tell me what happened or not ? " Dagon asked her.
" I don't want to talk about it, " replied Michael, looking away.
" You hurt yourself, didn't you ? "
" Just, continue. "
" Come on, tell me, " continued Dagon, grabbing the thread and needle.
" I was humiliated, okay ? " said Michael, hissing as she felt the first stitch.
At that, Dagon lost her smile, she didn't like what she was hearing. " What do you mean ? "
" Just a fighting demonstration, and I wasn't good. "
" Against whom ? "
" Seraphiel. "
" You mean the leader of the seraphim ? "
" Who else... "
Dagon let out a dry laugh that didn't seem to please the angel. " He's supposed to protect the Metatron, of course he's excellent, they can't put an amateur in his place. "
" But I'm a warrior and he's- "
" A guardian, " interrupted the redhead. " He must know how to fight. "
" I'm supposed to be the best. "
" You are the best. "
" Ouch ! " complained Michael. " Proof that no, " she added, jerking her head towards her already half-stitched leg. Dagon was indeed very good at that.
" Okay, you lost a fight, I get it, so what ? "
" But I didn't lose, " replied the brunette.
" You didn't lose ? "
" No. "
" So you won ? "
" Yes. "
Dagon dropped one of the compresses she was holding before frowning. " Then why do you say you were humiliated if you won in the end ? "
" I feel humiliated, " said the angel. " I feel like I've regressed. "
" Michael, you won, " the demon reminded her.
" He touched me. "
" You. Won. "
" It was such a stupid, easily avoidable move, " continued the brunette. " It's ridiculous. "
" One hit. Just one hit, Michael, it's no big deal. You didn't lose your value or anything because of it, " continued Dagon, giving her the final stitches.
" I should have seen it coming. "
" Come on, you're an amazing warrior. He may have touched you once, but something tells me it'll never happen again, " Dagon told her. " Your name still makes hell tremble, you know, not his, " she added, starting to wrap the angel's leg in a bandage.
Michael looked up at her. " Really ? "
" Oh yes, love, you are a real terror. And you will always be the best for me. "
Michael gave a small, discreet smile. " You're only saying that because we're together, you're afraid I'll kick your ass. "
" Tsk, of course, " said Dagon, rolling her eyes. " I'm just saying that because it's true, idiot, " she added, finally tying the bandage, her work was very good. " Come on, come over here, " she said, starting to place a hand under her knee.
" I can walk. "
" Yeah, yeah, you can walk, I understood, " said the redhead, ignoring her and carrying her anyway.
She placed her on the nearby sofa.
Michael huffed. " For three meters, really. "
" Shh, you're not walking, I said. "
" How long should I keep this on ? " asked Michael, pointing to her leg.
" You'll heal quickly, I'd say a week. " The brunette didn't seem satisfied with the answer. " Probably less. "
" I can't stay here for a whole week. I'm going to have to get up. "
" Come on, you'll manage. You can even work excessively here if it keeps you from getting up. "
That should work, thought Dagon.
" And you won't complain ? " asked the angel.
" Not a single complaint, " assured Dagon before settling down beside her. " Hug ? " she offered.
Michael just sighed before nodding. She leaned against the demon who wrapped her arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She knew it would be a difficult week for her.
Michael leaned back and put a hand behind her neck to pull her into a kiss. Naturally, Dagon responded, it was impossible not to. The brunette then grabbed her clothes and began unbuttoning her top while deepening their kiss. Dagon sensed this and smiled into the kiss.
" You're hurt, Michael. "
" We can do it slow, " the angel replied against her lips.
" Oh come on. You have no right to do this to me, " Dagon complained falsely. " I can't give in, I'll hurt you. "
" Dagon... "
" Nope. "
" I thought you wanted to take care of me. "
" You dare... "
" Please. "
" I'm not going to give in. "
Michael pulled her in to kiss her again before pulling back a little, their lips still brushing. " But I want to. "
How ? How was she supposed to resist when this seductive angel was sitting against her, half-naked, almost begging for some extra cares...
Fuck me, thought Dagon, closing her eyes. I'm weak.
" ...Okay, I'll give in. Don't look so satisfied, you damn angel. "
" Me ? Never. "
" I'm warning you, slowly only. "
" Hmm hmm, yes, " nodded the brunette. " Until you give in again. "
" I won't. "
Whatever you say, thought Michael.
" Do you still want to walk to the bedroom, or do I have to carry you now, strangely ? "
Michael just wrapped her arms around her neck with an innocent look. " I thought I wasn't allowed to walk. "
" Yeah, that's what I thought, " said the demon, picking her up again.