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“Ow! Fuck, Stolas, careful with that thing.”
“I’m sorry, darling, but I haven’t had the opportunity to practice very much.”
“You gotta warm me up before you just insert it.”
“You know, this is partially your fault. Millie is much more experienced at this, but you just had to send her and Moxxie to pick up lunch.”
“Well… ow… Mills is going on mat leave soon, and you …yeah, that’s the spot… need to be ready to add this to your… ow… duties as I.M.P’s sexy secretary. OW!”
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Stolas took a step back from Blitz and admired his handiwork. Sure, it wasn’t as straight as Millie would have done it, and it will probably leave a scar, but it wasn’t too bad. Thank Lucifer that the bleeding had stopped.
“Just let me wrap it up and I think we’ll be all done here,” Stolas said as he searched through the first aid kit to find the rolling bandage and medical tape.
Blitz looked at his arm in the mirror from his seat on the bathroom sink. The cut had only needed three stitches, but it felt like fifty with the way Stolas had used him as a pin cushion. The thread lines were crooked, mismatched and oddly spaced, but it was done. He knew Stolas was doing his best, and it’s not like the guy had any experience doing something this delicate and dirty. His owl had gone from walking amongst the stars to sewing up his arm for his own stupid mistake.
Stolas stood before him, supplies now in hand, a worried look painted on his faceplate.
“It’s terrible, isn’t it?"
“Naw, it’s fine.”
“You don’t need to placate my feelings, Blitz. I can see that it’s terrible.”
“Ok, so it’s not pretty,” a trill sound came from Stolas, “and it still really fucking hurts, but that’s not the problem.” He turned away from Stolas, unable to meet his eyes.
“I’m mad at myself. I wasn’t paying attention and I let that fat fucker get in a cheap shot. It never should have happened.”
“Oh, darling,” Stolas placed the items on the edge of the sink and squatted in front of Blitz, bringing him to his beloved’s height. He gently cupped Blitz’s face in his hand, forcing him to make eye contact, “I’m sure you did all you could. You’re an amazing assassin. As for the pain,” Stolas placed a light kiss just above the cut. He didn’t want to take the chance of it getting infected after all that.
“Does that make it feel better?”
“Yeah…”
Stolas nodded and went to work wrapping the arm with the rolling bandage and secured it with two pieces of medical tape, just as Millie had taught him.
“There we go! All done!”
“Hey, Stols?”
“Yes, darling?”
Blitz smiled up at him, his sharp teeth glinting in the harsh bathroom light.
“My lips hurt now.”
Stolas chuckled, his eyes half-lidded, and leaned in for a kiss. It started off chaste and light, then deepened until it stole every thought except this moment, this taste, this feeling.