“The two of you got out, that’s all that matter, sweetheart.” He said firmly, looking up from what he was doing to catch her eyes. He continued to clean her wounds, feeling a surge of rage as he began to work on the brands. The melted, twisted flesh was sure to scar, and would be a constant reminder of the horror Izumi had experienced.
He was a pacifist, but when it came to his wife’s well-being… Well, the Drachmans were lucky that he had more pressing concerns than their heads on a spit.
He just nodded, smiling encouragingly at her. ” Did you give them hell on the way out?”
She smirked. “Blew up half their damn base.I don’t think they’ll be too happy about it. “
Her anger at being captured had calmed more and more the longer time she spent in Sig’s presence. He was like some peaceful reminder that after this everything should be fine,especially once they got home.
She knew though, that the longer Sig spent around her and her broken body it was going to have the opposite effect. Already she could see the telltale signs of anger covering his face,and he wasn’t even finished disinfecting her.
She smiled down at him before pulling him up a little then wrapping her arms around him,enjoying his warmth as long as she possibly could.
Karla bit her lip as the sting of antiseptic flooded her wounds. She truly didn’t know if any of them were infected; some probably were, since they’d never been cleaned until now… She watched him as he cleaned her wounds, marveling at how careful he was with her. Her body shivered despite the fact that she was wearing his coat, and at his question she looked up at him.
“I remember,” she answered, smiling. “I was pretty far gone, wasn’t I?”
She remembered very well. The movement, the sensations, the feelings… everything. It’d been her first time, and it had gone so much better than she’d ever envisioned her first time would be. It’s funny, she thought. I can think about this despite…
He smirked, his gray eyes flicking up to meet hers.”Yeah; your first time with the Amber, though. Completely understandable that you were so far gone you couldn’t even speak straight.”
Buccaneer thought about mentioning the rest of that night, but held back as his eyes caught her clenched legs. She didn’t need her thoughts going to a place that could lead her to somewhere painful. She would need to deal with it, eventually, but not here.
He finished cleaning the wounds, and then set about bandaging those that he could. He started with the gunshot and the brand marks, pushing all emotions brought on by the sight down, below a thin veneer of fake cheer.
“What about that cabin, up in them middle of the Briggs mountains? We both took a week of leave, and ended up stuck in that little shack for two weeks when that blizzard hit. There was a lot of drinking then too, if I’m remembering right.”
He accepted the hug with a soft smile, his anger and rage dissipating. He had her back, and in the end, that was all that should matter.
His wife was alive, she was in his arms once more. She hadn’t been hurt beyond repair, and she could still smile at him.
That was all that mattered.
“I missed you.” He muttered against her hair, holding her closely but carefully, still desperate not to hurt her anymore.