[WARNING]: Gets a little hot and heavy at the washroom scene in the middle. Other than that it's completely fine. 

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Pain stung against Violet's tender right side as she watched the inflamed brick red surrounding the wound on her left palm. The right palm possessed a deeper cut but didn't throb like her left. She sighed as another wave of discomfort invaded her left shoulder. 

A pink flush on her pale complexion stared back at her as she lifted her head to look in the large mirror mounted on the wall before a granite black vanity. Two people could easily prep themselves for the day in the washroom vanity. The wall behind her held a pleasant cream and a set of four hooks for towels. A small cupboard was built into the wall above them for other toiletries, though nothing was housed in the alcove. Hisoka had most of those supplies in the cupboard and three pull-out drawers of the vanity. 

The deep blue of the towel wrapping her body made her light features more striking. She had recovered much of her colour thanks to a week of support from doctors and Hisoka. But she still had recovery time ahead. She hated the massive level of medications as the antibiotics upset her guts on both ends, and the pain medication made her exhausted and drowsy. The doses of everything were geared to her as a Nen-capable person—normal for some and extremely high for other medications.    

The steam of the shower she stepped away from moments before warmed her as she removed the plastic needed to cover her larger wounds when washing. Much of the burns and blood in her hair could't be removed. She held onto it but came to the heart-wrenching decision some of the hair would need to be trimmed back. After a week, it still wasn't washing out, and removing the dead strands promised to allow the hair to regrow. 

She busied herself wrapping her hand wounds as the doctors instructed. The task took up much of her days over the last week, her mind wandering as she worked. Hisoka never left her since saving her from Zanko. She hadn't asked to leave the extravagant hotel room penthouse but knew it wasn't an option.  

Frowning, she looked to the far side of the washroom. The large walk-in shower was more of a wet room and covered the entire back wall. Before it, a toilet sat beside the vanity, and across from it, a bath tucked against the opposite wall before the towel hooks and barren storage cupboards. 

I want a bath so much... The thought of the warmth of soaking in a tub caused her to turn, leaning her back against the vanity. Pain struck iron hot on her right side, causing her to groan in complaint. I'm showing so much weakness around Hisoka. Will he judge me for it and throw me away? He only likes the strong. 

A tightening of her chest constricted, as it always did when she fretted over Hisoka losing interest and rejecting her. The bath was too far from reach until her wounds healed further; she twisted back towards the mirror, slower to prevent pain from biting her side again. 

I don't know why I'm worried. We've never spoken about being a couple. Do I want that? To be tied to Hisoka officially? 

Most of the injuries were healing with speed, thanks to her diligent use of Zetsu. Holding onto her life energy and preventing its escape sped her healing. She was shocked that no muscle payback affected her after what she'd done with the emitter's energy strike. It proved that the ability was something new and different to Flow Theft. She wouldn't develop it further until she recovered. 

Slow and careful, she shifted the towel away from her right side to reveal dark red, green and some black flesh around much of the wounds. Zanko's strike ran from her right hip, curving around to the front of her right leg before shifting back to end at the side of her knee. The infected green and purple flesh moved from the deepest part of the right thigh before it moved to the front of her leg. The festering flesh moved up to the hip, but its spread along the wound was clear. 

It's worse than yesterday. It wasn't green before.  

Wrapping a temporary plaster around the wounds, she hobbled to the door, holding the towel securely with one hand and the plaster on her right side in place with the other.  Outside the washroom, a closet door met her across the hall. All the door trim was decorated with intricate swirling and circular designs around the edges. Turning left, she hobbled down the short hallway away from the bedroom and towards the open-concept kitchen. Beyond the kitchen breakfast nook sat a grand living room split into a comfortable sitting area around a TV with two armchairs and couches. The living room opened into a larger space behind the couches with a reading nook for two across from a bar, which sat in the far right corner of the room. 

The hotel room's high ceilings created a spacious and comfortable environment. Violet focused on the slipping plaster that refused to hold against her damp skin. She never bothered to survey the room thoroughly, instead focusing more on finding Hisoka. 

Once she reached the kitchen, she called, "Hiso—" 

Frozen, she stared back as two sets of eyes focused on her nearly nude presence. A set of black eyes matched Hisoka's intense, burning golden ones from across the breakfast nook. Embrassement clung to her like a cold frost to her skin, nipping as dangerously as frostbite. She stepped back and frowned. 

"My~ If you wanted to play, you should have told me, kitten. I wouldn't have had a guest ~♠"

A playful tone sang across Hisoka's voice, but his eyes blazed with fury. She looked at the jet-black, straight-haired, emotionless man sitting beside Hisoka at the breakfast nook that could seat three. Files, images, and folders were spread across the quartz countertop with a brown base and mixed white and black veining.

"N-never mind. I'll ask later."

Violet turned on her heels and rushed back down the hall, hissing slightly as she limped through the washroom door. Her heart raced, and heat rushed across her cheeks. But the pain also nagged as she ran dry on her pain medication. She reached for the bandages to busy herself with something to distract from embarrassment. 

Shock disturbed her out of a distracted state as hands wrapped around her waist to lift her with ease, so she sat atop the cold granite vanity. With a short gasp, she looked up to find Hisoka intently staring at her. He stepped to the side to shut the door behind him. 

Her towel has shifted to reveal the infection gaining ground on her wound. His pupils dilated, and he grabbed her leg to lift it higher, freeing it from beneath the towel. 

"Stop! It hurts Hisoka..." she cried. 

Hisoka watched her for a few seconds before gently lowering her right ankle. Once she was more settled, he returned to run a hand with tenderness along her leg, keeping clear of the worst affected areas of her wound. 

An involuntary shudder struck Violet, but not from pain. Hisoka hadn't touched her for physical intimacy since Heaven's Arena. She grew needy of his affection, even though the current touch rendered a more first-aid meaning than sex. 

"How long has it been like this? ♠"

"A little over a day. It's getting worse," she answered. "I think it's from the weapon... When I fashioned it mid-fight, it was caked with thick dirt and decay." 

Hisoka nodded before asking, "Anywhere else?"

"My hands, but they're not as bad."

"I'll call the doctor up after Illumni leaves," he answered with a slight sigh.

Waving his hand, he signalled for her to pass him the topical medication and bandages. She complied and watched as he bound her wound properly. After finishing, his hand strayed as he ran the back of his fingers over the fresh wrappings. The hand inched ever higher along her thigh. He watched her thigh with the half-lidded expression of desire she hadn't witnessed since before they were reunited. 

A second hand joined the exploration to tease her left thigh, playing near the edge of where her towel ended. She released a soft, testing moan. Hedging her bets, she spread her legs, inviting his advances. His lips curled in the attractive and alluring way she liked so much. 

"Hisoka...I want your touch," she moaned before placing her hands around his neck to play with the hair teasing the back of his neck. 

He spread the towel and watched what it revealed. His head began to sink, but it was slow, as if something held him at bay. She released her hold on his neck and added gentle pressure via squeeze on his shoulders while closing her eyes and releasing a groan to let him know he had her consent. 

As he dropped further, his hot breath spread along her thighs, and she couldn't stop the desire-filled call as her back arched for him.  He raised his head to match her lips, and she wrapped around his neck on instinct, ready to come together with him once more. 

She didn't care why he had waited so long or that he had a guest. She wanted him.

His left hand found its way between her legs, pleasing her with circular motions. She cried into his mouth where their tongues tangoed in heat. She whimpered, lost in euphoria long missed since the months of running from Zanko. There was a security and wonder in being close to Hisoka she couldn't quite understand.

Hisoka's teeth found her lower lip. He drew a small amount of blood. Violet liked it, and her tongue left her mouth as she moaned from the pleasure he was raining into her body. She licked the magician's top lip, encouraging him to let go and meet her tongue in the air before pushing his own into her mouth. Kissing him had never been unpleasant, and the enjoyment grew with every encounter. 

Shifting his position to between her legs, she tightened her arms around his neck in agreement. His left hand held her right leg by the knee. He pressed into her testing receptivity, but he was already bulged in arousal, and she dug her nails into his shoulders in a passion, rivalling what he delivered to her neglected body. 

"Hiso...kaaaa!"

"Hisoka."

The sound of a foreign male voice on the other side of the bathroom door caused her to stiffen with a gasp. She loosened her hold and looked to Hisoka for guidance. He answered with a growl and tensed, turning his face towards the door. His tension grew to dangerous levels as he straightened and spoke with a commanding tone. 

"You are not coming in here, Illumi!"

In his agitation, he moved his left hand over the centre of her right leg wound. Violet screeched in jolting agony, unprepared for the sudden shift from pleasure to torment. She curbed the sound with a swift, dampening response, but the damage was done.

Hisoka pulled his hands off her body and stepped back. "You're too injured for this ~♠"

"N-No! I'm—" 

Hisoka held his hand up, silencing her rebut. He sighed and lifted three containers from the pile of medications meant for her in the corner of the vanity. He opened each bottle to bring the pills and two capsules into his hand before closing the bottles again. Passing the medication into her receiving hands, he replaced the unused medication to the pile before he spoke again. 

"You want me to make you scream with Illumi right outside the door? How naughty, kitten ~" 

She frowned, turning it to a pout, and whispered, "Why don't you want to sleep with me any more? Did I do something wrong? I don't mean to be weak..."

"Hush, you're not weak, and I've never entertained such a nonsensical thought," he answered, lifting her chin to look into his eyes. "You've not been strong enough to walk until a few days ago. I'm waiting for you to recover. Do not think for an instant I've lost any attraction towards you." He released her chin and stepped back. "Now, we have a guest, and I doubt you want him to hear you moaning for me."

"I get the impression you two have been intimate. I don't think he would mind," she uttered, acting brave, even though her body didn't match her statement. Violet blushed deeply with crimson similar to his hair.

Hisoka's lips curved in dark amusement, and his eyes bore heavily into her own. "Possibly he wouldn't, particularly if he's joining. Is that what you're insinuating, kitten?"

Violet's eyes became saucers of discomfort and shock. 

"I-I... uh... I—" words failed her as she stuttered to force them out.

Hisoka laughed. "I'll call for the doctor. Come out for something to eat when you're done."

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No fun times for Violet. Party pooper Illumi! 

Do you think Hisoka has really replaced her?

I have to ask since he's there now. Threesome between the ones in the chapter. Yay or ney?

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