break, I need you."
I nearly fucking crumple with relief but she fucking needs me, so I nod and get the water cranked up, making sure the temperature is right, and then I help her in. I keep my arms out where she can grab them if she gets unsteady again.
"Illi... is there something wrong? Did I... do something?"
Her tone fucking kills me. "No, baby girl. Never. Get yourself clean so I can get you tucked up in bed."
She frowns at me through her wet hair, the water still running red from all of the blood and gore. "Won't you join me, then? I want us both clean and... I need your arms wrapped around me. I need your skin against mine to chase away all of the bad that happened. Please."
I practically disintegrate my clothes getting them off in record fucking time. I move her gently around until she's held against my chest, my dick rock fucking solid and rubbing against her ass, but she's soft and pliant in my arms, no hesitation in her at all. Her eyes stay shut but the little purr that lets out of the back of her throat as she rubs her ass back on me… fuck, this is torture.
I get to work getting her clean, letting her just relax back on my chest and gentle sighs escaping from those perfect lips of hers. When I turn her around to wash her off she grabs her toothbrush and winces her way through cleaning her teeth. I cradle her head in my hands, stopping the motion from jerking her around too much and the tension eases out of her again.
"How do you always know what I need, mon Monstre?" she whispers when I get her back against my chest.
"Baby girl, I know every inch of your soul. I know every fucking inch of this body of yours as well but I could be tied to a fucking chair, blindfolded and deaf, and still know what my baby girl needs. It's my job to keep you safe... I failed that, I trusted someone I never fucking should have... that's not going to happen again. I'm getting you the fuck outta the Bay."
She frowns at me, tipping her head back gently until she can stare up at me with those baby blues of hers. "I don't want to leave. This is your home... it's our home."
I do one last pass over with the soap and then I get her out, wrapped in a big fluffy towel and perched on the closed toilet seat while I duck back into the shower and scrub down myself. I'm not going to bed with her with even a speck of blood on me.
She doesn't make any move to dry herself and that tells me just how fucking bad her head must be feeling. She's not one to wait around for me to do shit for her, she always cooks and cleans and paints and fucking dances around without ever impeding on me.
So I scrub a little harder and faster, eager to get her laying down as quickly as possible. When I turn to wash out the last of the blood from my hair I find her watching me, her eyes still with that glazed look but her bottom lip is between her teeth like I'm a fucking sight for those sore eyes of hers.
My dick just about bursts.
"Baby girl, you're way too fucking sore to be giving me those eyes... I wanna fucking eat you up when you do."
The smile she gives back to me has me growing ten fucking feet taller. She's just been through another fucking round of hell and yet she's all soft and looking at me like I hung the moon for her. I mean, I did. I hung all the fucking stars in the sky for this girl and I'd do it all over again just for her to keep smiling at me like that.
“I didn’t know you had a piercing. Mon Monstre, I want to touch you so badly.”
She bites her lip and then winces again, clutching at her head and moaning lowly. Her towel slips down and her skin is so fucking pale I’m getting twitchy. “My head is all… wrong. Sore and pounding, I feel sick.”
I dive out of the shower, not bothering with a towel, and grab the small trash can for her to vomit in. I don’t care about my floors at all but I know she’d get upset about the