Requested by -Clzudyskies

here ya go, ya lil heathen. Happy CP day.

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  "Come on! Hit me!" Amber (well, technically 'China', seeing her frenzied state) yelled, a maniacal laugh escaping her lips from behind the mask. Her 'victim', a male in his late twenties, gave her a panicked look as he swayed on his feet, blood dripping down his face from a cut she had given him just minutes ago.

He gripped the small pocketknife he had had on him earlier and suddenly lunged towards her. The dame easily swayed past the attack, chuckling softly "You're gonna have to try better than that- ack!" she was interuppted by the male, who decided to try again.

She felt a sharp pain in her thigh, and she swiftly made use of her machete, swiping it at the male's head so he would be of no further problem before she sat down and studied the wound he had given her. 

The blade of his knife was surprisingly sharp...it made a rather deep cut on the lower part of her right thigh...and the blood flowed like s steady stream. The dame groaned, the frenzy and adrenaline wearing off, causing Amber to be brought back to her more natural state of mind. Having a low pain tolerance, she immediately yelped at the pain in her leg, ripping some cloth off of her already ripped sleeve and tightly wrapping it around the wound.

It wasn't long after that when her body decided that now would be a good time to have a nap.

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One week later, and Amber was at the manor, laying on her bed, sipping sweet tea (Hecc yea-). After she had passed out in the woods, she eventually woke up and made her way back home, avoiding everyone....especially a certain someone...and then cleaned her wound and gave it some lopsided stitches that she was actually pretty proud of. Well, they were pretty good for her...

The reason she had done all of this herself was the simple reason that she didn't want her boifriend to worry about her. After getting even the slightest of injuries on missions, he would insist on coming with her whenever she went out to kill, which she really mind, on the contrary, she quite enjoyed it, but her 'boss' was often annoyed, and would be in an extremely irritable mood.

But, as usual, whenever she tried to hide something, Tim always freaking managed to find out. His rather, er....flirty mood the other day led to him seeing the wound on her leg, and Amber had to convince him not to freak out...and he didn't. He just got a little more...protective.

Speaking of the devil, her door creaked open slightly, and a neatly-combed pile of dark brown hair emerged from the space. Tim smiled, his eyes scrunching up in a happi expression "hey" he said simply, inviting himself inside her room. The male trotted across the bedroom and jumped onto her bed, wiggling himself until he was close enough to her, where he then placed his head up against her shoulder "what are you doing?" He asked, raising a brow

"Contemplating what I should do to entertain myself." She answered with a shrug "I'm bored. And the fact that you won't let me get up and do something doesn't help my boredom."

"yeah....I'm sorry, baby, but I don't want you to injure yourself any further...and if you walk around, you might break your stitches"

"Might. You said might." She groaned, laying her head back and glaring up at the wall "I appreciate your concern, but I don't think I'll loosen up the stitches simply by walking downstairs to the living room. And I really do appreciate everything you've done, Tim, but seriously, why are you being so...so...protective???"

The male bit his lip and sighed before answering "Because it's my fault you got that injury in the first place...if I had came with you, then I could have protected you. But I failed my duty, and I let you get hurt."

Amber looked down at him for a moment before chuckling "Is that all it is?" She asked, sitting up a bit and wrapping her arms around him "Honey, you couldn't have done anything. I wanted to go by myself, and you respected that and stayed here. It wasn't your fault. People get hurt all the time. It's a natural part of life."

"But-" The male huffed, frowning, seeing as he couldn't think of anything to say to that statement "Fine. You win."

"Uh-huh...win what?"

"You get to go to the living room" He begrudgingly said

"Good boi, and you won yourself a kiss for later use." she wInKeD, smiling and getting up off of the bed, walking down to the living room, grabbing Tim's hand as she walked and dragged him alongside her.

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sorry it's so crappy, it's a crappy ship and I'm trying to get ready for chuuuuuurch.

But Zoe also wanted something else. She wanted me to admit that Timber is canon

and it is.

Look at all this Timber.