As Zayne and Rafayel left you alone in your hospital room, the rest of the evening and night went by in a rush, and you fell asleep nearly immediately after. The incident at the park and your injury took all your strength and energy.

"Is she properly secured? We don't want her to cause problems until the boss arrives, right?" a cold, unfamiliar voice asks.

"Yes, we keep a close eye on the anesthetics. Can't we already begin? She's here, why do we have to wait for him?"

"He had expressively stated to wait with the process. So no, we'll wait till he had his way with her."

The next morning Zayne signs the documents for your leave as he checks upon you with another last examination. He instructed you on how often you have to change the bandage and so on. But you had difficulties listening after you had a terrible night with strange nightmares. What was that what you dreamt of? But you shake it off as Rafayel arrives to pick you up shortly after.

Your doctor seems not really happy about it and the artist needs to promise once more to take good care of you and Zayne explains again all the procedures that are necessary in your curative treatment.

After leaving the clinic Rafayel drives you directly into his home without listening to your protests. You could not even take one step since you were out of the hospital, because he insisted on carrying you all the way, cradling you in his strong as careful as you were made of glass, leaving you a flustered mess.

"I promised the Popsicle I'll take care of you, Cutie. This is non-negotiable." he just stated dead-serious and even glared at you.

And so you ended up in his giant and luxurious bedroom where Rafayel spoiled you and took care of you for the last hours. One word and the Lemurian went all in and above to fulfill every one of your wishes and needs. By the time a change in your bandages is necessary, you're almost used to it, when you recognize that you're going to be half-naked in front of him.

"Why are you blushing? It's nothing I didn't see before." Rafayel teases you with a smug grin as he sits beside you with a basket full of new bandages and stuff to tend to your wound. That gets you even redder. How could he? He might have seen your twin but not you

Carefully the Lemurian helps you in a sitting position and starts to unpack the stuff he needs. "Can you manage to roll the shirt up?" he asks without even looking up from his rummaging.

And you gulp. So now it's time you show off some skin in front of him. Oh boy, what have you gotten yourself into?

With a heavy sigh, filled with embarrassment you grab the hem of your shirt and lift it. Only to scream out in agony a second later as the movement tugs at your wound, and you feel something ripping at your skin. Oh god, did the stitch break?

Rafayel perks up, eyes filled with panic at the pained noise. "Wait wait wait!" he grabs your arm gently and pulls it back down. "Guess, we'll have to do it another way."

In a fluid motion, he glides behind you and lifts the shirt on his own, his delicate fingers brushing lightly over the skin on your back.

Your breath hitches and heat floods your entire system. The heart behind your ribs beats at an erratic pace and his breath dances deliciously over your sensitive neck.

"Let me do this." he whispers into your ear as he helps you out of the clothes that cover your upper body.

All gentle and careful he works you through it and at the time it finally is gone, you nearly faint. Not only because it did in fact hurt a little despite Rafayel being careful as anyone can be, but also because he's far too close. The presence behind you sends constant tingles and goosebumps through your back.

"There you go. Good girl." he coos softly, stroking your temple with his knuckles from behind. His words send fiery waves through your body, that let you tremble a bit.

"I guess I better cut the old stuff up to spare you more pain."

A short rummaging again and then cold slim metal graces your heated skin and slips under the rough mulls wrapped around your lower body. You shiver at the sudden contact and Rafayel strokes gently along your spine with his warm fingers to calm you and keep you still.

"Don't move, we've nearly done." hushed words, softly spoken from behind.

A few seconds later the bandages fall into your lap and are pulled away by an elegant hand. Rafayel adjusted his position slightly to get better access to your wounded side, his long legs slipping around your thighs to support him.

You try to breathe steadily. Why does it affect you that much? It's nothing sexual. Why the heck do you feel like he would do other things to you? He's just changing the dressing, goddammit! But your heart thinks otherwise and pounds rapidly, unfazed by your scolding thoughts in your chest.

"Let me take a look at that mess." Rafayel says hoarsely as his warm fingertips graced your skin again, slowly pulling the protective layer on the stitched wound aside.

It does twinge and every time you flinch he stops, stroking your back with feather-light touches and praising you for how brave you are and that you're doing good.

Finally, the piece of cloth is gone, and he whistles through his lips. "That's a big slice there..." preparing ointment and stuff to tend to the now slightly bleeding injury. „The doctor said it will highly possibly leave a scar, cutie. But that makes you a real badass then." his purple-haired head comes around, sending you a playful smile and that adorable wink.

You giggle lightly, but it's enough to flare the pain up again, and it ends in a groan.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" Rafayel calls out immediately worried "Memo to myself: No jokes!"

That nearly makes you chuckle again, but you restrain yourself, the sweat on your forehead already showing that you've had enough pain for the moment.

During the cleaning process, the Lemurian just hums along with his gentle care, and then it's time for the bandages.

The embarrassment and heat are promptly back as Rafayels strong arms wrap the surrounding cloth.

Every time he needs to cross the strip to the other hand in front of your belly, his hot breath fans your shoulder and cheek.

Plush lips sometimes stroke along the lobe of your ear, and you swear you feel his rapid heartbeat when his toned chest comes in touch with your bared rear. Your breath hitches every time his hands are close to your breasts that are covered by your bra.

One time Rafayel unwittingly stroked it with his index finger, or maybe it was on purpose, you aren't sure. But this little touch sent flashes of arousal through your body, and you just wished the whole situation were under different circumstances.

After torturing minutes it's done and a little cute bow marks the end of the treatment that racks you for so many reasons.

You cough and ask him for your shirt as you look at Rafayel, noticing his flushed red cheeks and ears.

Oh.

So you're not the only one affected by this situation. A little smile tugs at your lips, and you decide to tease him back this time.

"Uhm, Doctor Rafayel. Mind giving me a hands-on treatment with the shirt, as well?" you bat your eyelashes innocently at the purple-haired man who is ready to leave his position behind you but stops his movement at your words.

You literally see how the crimson-red hue is starting to spread again from his cheeks to his ear and down his neck as he opens his mouth in exasperation.

You giggle slightly, now without any pain, and Rafayel coughs and turns his face away to hide his embarrassment.

"Yeah sure, I - uh... Help you." comes his stumbled answer. Gods, he is so cute you think to yourself.

But it isn't Rafayel if he wouldn't turn tables at you the second he gathered himself from the surprise.

Grabbing a new pajama shirt from his drawer and helping you in, his fingers were constantly on you, causing goosebumps all over your skin and ripples in your lower core. First, he slowly strokes along your hands and arms, guiding the limbs carefully into the button-up shirt, and then your back is lovingly caressed in an attempt to search for the collar to guide it tentatively over your shoulders.

"Slowly, Cutie. Let me lend you a hand for this." Seductively whispered words that let your core ache and yearn.

Rafayel even went so far as to embrace you from behind, closing the buttons at an agonizingly slow speed. His hot breaths again at your bare neck, ears, and cheeks as the Lemurian works his way up. At last, he fiddles with the collar to elongate the contact and your torture.

"It's really difficult, these buttons are sooo small." An innocent whiny comment, and "I need to be careful not to miss one." is only said to tease you any further, and you nearly regret your idea.

"What a commendable patient. This needs a reward, doncha think?" as Rafayel places a small peck at your heated cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips, nearly reaching it and then not.

With his retreat, the touch still lingers and leaves your skin in tingles and sparkles at that spot. Your breath hitches again and your heart stutters in your chest. If you weren't already red like a ripe tomato, you definitely are now.

With a smug smirk, Rafayel releases your body out of his proximity and commands you to lie down as he gets up from the mattress. "Time to get some sleep. Doctor's orders!" as he tenderly tugs you in soft blankets and cushions.

"I'll wake you up when the meal is ready." sunset colored eyes dive into yours one last intense time before you are left with a pounding heart and yearning for his closeness again.

"How do I sleep after this now!" you mumble under your breath after he left the spacious bedroom. In addition, his scent invades your senses because the shirt Rafayel gave you smells like him.

You nuzzle your face into the collar, trying to impregnate it into your brain. If you'll get home again one day, you'll never want to forget every detail about him.

Surprisingly enough you doze off in seconds. Your body obviously does not care about the turmoil in your heart and mind.

Your phone buzzes as Rafayel arrives in the living room where he left your stuff as he carried you to bed.

Curious he takes a look and seeing Xavier's name lighten up the display he takes the call.

"Yeah?" comes his greeting, all indifferent, even if his emotions were still going wild after what happened recently in his bedroom.  His free hand wanders up to his chest, rubbing the spot where the bond is visible.

"Why do you take the call? Where are they?" comes Xavier's casual response.

"They?" Rafayel smirks, "Of course, you know there are two of them now. But you can't talk to any of them."

A short silence follows before Xavier finally answers "They found her hunter's watch near the site of the energy fluctuation. Are you sure, you don't want me to talk to them?"

A short tongue-clicking is heard and Rafayels face turns solemn, eyes darkening with cold and lethal intentions.

"Guess we need to meet, Firefly."