Loved. Is that what it feels like? Honestly, it's as good a word as any, means as much. It's endorphins, a chemical reaction, an automatic response from a body designed to encourage certain actions to ensure the propagation of its genetic material. Why not dress it up with a word?
Of course, not like he's thinking about any of that. It feels good, feels better than good, and even though his shoulder is aching he still laughs at her response, breath catching slightly at the sensation. "Yes, you did," he answers, and despite the wince, he looks entirely too self-satisfied to mind. "It might even leave a scar. Not like I don't already have a bunch of those, but still." The smile on his face is a touch wicked as he pulls back enough to see her face.
"Maybe you could use your skills as the Ultimate Nurse and help patch me up?"
"A-a scar..." A permanent mark. On one hand, that's a thrilling concept in and of itself. On the other, she's not nearly worthy enough of leaving a mark on anyone or anything, and her grip on him tightens a little, expression uncertain.
She searches his face as if trying to decide which was the 'right' way to feel about; but before she can decide, he's asking her to actually use her talent. Her eyes go a bit wide before she's frantically nodding. "Y-yes, of course! Please let me help you!" To be useful, to be wanted. That's all she could ever ask for. She glances to his shoulder, already calculating what needs to be done. But--
"Ah... M-my clothes..." How was she supposed to get anywhere after this with her clothes ripped up like this?
Her clothes, indeed. They hadn't covered all that much to start with, and then he'd been so rough with them. Well, he's got a solution for that, at least; hands lightly squeezing her thighs, he gently untangles the two of them, setting her on her feet once more and holding on until he's sure she's steady.
"Well, since it's my fault they're in that condition, I suppose I should do something about it, shouldn't I?" He doesn't sound at all apologetic, or at all unhappy about the state of things, but then why should he, really? Once she's steady on her feet, he tucks himself away and does up his pants again, then slips his coat off his shoulders, hissing slightly as he has to shift his bleeding shoulder, and drapes it around hers with a slight flourish.
"There. It's a bit long, but it should definitely do the trick. Ready?" To go back to her place so she can patch him up, of course.
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Of course, not like he's thinking about any of that. It feels good, feels better than good, and even though his shoulder is aching he still laughs at her response, breath catching slightly at the sensation. "Yes, you did," he answers, and despite the wince, he looks entirely too self-satisfied to mind. "It might even leave a scar. Not like I don't already have a bunch of those, but still." The smile on his face is a touch wicked as he pulls back enough to see her face.
"Maybe you could use your skills as the Ultimate Nurse and help patch me up?"
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She searches his face as if trying to decide which was the 'right' way to feel about; but before she can decide, he's asking her to actually use her talent. Her eyes go a bit wide before she's frantically nodding. "Y-yes, of course! Please let me help you!" To be useful, to be wanted. That's all she could ever ask for. She glances to his shoulder, already calculating what needs to be done. But--
"Ah... M-my clothes..." How was she supposed to get anywhere after this with her clothes ripped up like this?
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"Well, since it's my fault they're in that condition, I suppose I should do something about it, shouldn't I?" He doesn't sound at all apologetic, or at all unhappy about the state of things, but then why should he, really? Once she's steady on her feet, he tucks himself away and does up his pants again, then slips his coat off his shoulders, hissing slightly as he has to shift his bleeding shoulder, and drapes it around hers with a slight flourish.
"There. It's a bit long, but it should definitely do the trick. Ready?" To go back to her place so she can patch him up, of course.