"Bronx?" | say shyly. | hope he is sleepy enough that he will just say yes to my request.

 

"Yeah, Baby?" he responds sleepily. His voice is almost a whisper.

 

"| want to do something for you, but | need your permission and I'm afraid you'll say no," | try to sound casual and calm.

 

The light of the moon shining through the window is the only light allowing me to see his reaction. He opens his eye and looks atme with concern but his voice sounds suspicious of my motives, "Why would | ever tell you no? But more importantly, why would you need permission?"

 

"I-| want to heal you," | sit up, facing him, "I don't want you to end up with scars like mine. | know in Blood River having scars is a badge of honor, but this is different.”

 

"You're right. I'm going to say no," he rolls gingerly on his back away from me and stares at the ceiling, "It isn't your burden to bear. | don't want you to waste your precious strength on something like that. You're healing, yourself. You don't need to heal me too."

 

Ugh, why does my mate have to be so stubborn.

 

"Bronx, please. | have enough strength for this. | mean I'll probably be tired tomorrow, but | will be fine, | promise,” | pout.

 

"Kas, you almost died bringing me back from the brink of death. | can't lose you because you are worried about my vanity. | can't."

 

in your bloodstream anymore, it's just flesh wounds. This is basic

 

a touch of confusion mixed

 

crap. He's

 

until | say yes,

 

not," | shrug, trying to sound

 

do this and anything happens to you

 

will happen. It will just make me extra sleepy.

 

sides in defeat, "Okay, | don't want this to turn into a fight, so if it will appease you, fine. You can try to heal me. What do you want me to do?" A sense of relief spreads over me,

 

about what it feels like when your back is well...not full of lash marks. Don't think about me, don't think about anyone

 

focus, please.” : He closes

 

| know this is

 

think about your body. Think about what it feels like when you

she speaks, her voice subtly changes, "Good, now think deeper than that. Think down to the individual strands of muscle. Think about when they are flexed, about when they are stretched. The way they

 

| feel my body relax, like I'm hypnotized. Her voice melts into me,

 

but it doesn't necessarily matter at that moment. | am more than just my body. | am part of

 

arms slide around me as she leans on my back. | feel a warmth building in my chest radiating to my back. It doesn't hurt. It's comforting and | don't want it to stop. | feel any tension that | didn't even know that | had been holding on to release from my body. | feel better than | have in weeks. Shit,

 

evening out and cooling down.

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