[mad muses] random: no day but today
NOTE: Claire is girl_ofsecrets and used with permission and no shortage of love.
“You don’t have to do that, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“…how do you even *know* that shit, anyway?”
Snorting at the quiet peal of giggles she let out as she looked over her shoulder, Cain reached up and turned her head to make her face forward again. Sitting behind her, he finished brushing the tangles out of her hair before reaching for an elastic and carefully drawing it back from her face.
“My sister popped her elbow out of the socket when she was seventeen. Ma was busy with another kid at the time, so I helped her get shit like this done.”
“Mmmm…feels good. But weren’t you the one that almost died?”
“My fiancee’s a superhero.” He murmured, leaning over to kiss the crown of her head as he finished weaving her hair into a neat braid. Securing it with the elastic, he patted the mattress as he shifted to stretch out. “Bed. C’mon.”
Smirking as she crawled up alongside him and settled in with her back against his front, Cain tried not to think about the stained clothes piled on the floor of the bathroom, stained in black and deep red, shredded where the demon landed his blows.
Without her ability, they’d both be dead. The wounds she’d healed were long gone, but the pain lingered in places she couldn’t touch. If he closed his eyes too long, he could still feel the icy touch of her dead skin, see her waxy face behind closed eyelids…
A shudder ran through him as he pulled her back against his chest, burying his nose against the nape of her neck. He felt her hand go to his forearm, holding him tighter and found himself remembering the horror of her too-perfect stillness in Death’s repose.
“Baby?...”
Drawing a shaky breath, he pressed his cheek to hers. “How would you feel about Vegas?”
“For what?”
“The wedding. You ‘n me. We’ll go next week, get hitched in some chapel. Nice or as cheap as ya want.”
That took her from his arms, which pissed him off. She rolled over, facing him with her jaw hanging open. “You’re serious…aren’t you?”
“As a fuckin’ heart attack.” He replied, cradling her cheek in one hand as he looked into her face…eyes open and alive with shock, cheeks flush with emotion. Her skin was warm to the touch, soft and welcoming.
Waiting had almost cost him everything. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
“So whatcha say? You wanna do this thing or not?”
Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: BtVS
Words: 427
“You don’t have to do that, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“…how do you even *know* that shit, anyway?”
Snorting at the quiet peal of giggles she let out as she looked over her shoulder, Cain reached up and turned her head to make her face forward again. Sitting behind her, he finished brushing the tangles out of her hair before reaching for an elastic and carefully drawing it back from her face.
“My sister popped her elbow out of the socket when she was seventeen. Ma was busy with another kid at the time, so I helped her get shit like this done.”
“Mmmm…feels good. But weren’t you the one that almost died?”
“My fiancee’s a superhero.” He murmured, leaning over to kiss the crown of her head as he finished weaving her hair into a neat braid. Securing it with the elastic, he patted the mattress as he shifted to stretch out. “Bed. C’mon.”
Smirking as she crawled up alongside him and settled in with her back against his front, Cain tried not to think about the stained clothes piled on the floor of the bathroom, stained in black and deep red, shredded where the demon landed his blows.
Without her ability, they’d both be dead. The wounds she’d healed were long gone, but the pain lingered in places she couldn’t touch. If he closed his eyes too long, he could still feel the icy touch of her dead skin, see her waxy face behind closed eyelids…
A shudder ran through him as he pulled her back against his chest, burying his nose against the nape of her neck. He felt her hand go to his forearm, holding him tighter and found himself remembering the horror of her too-perfect stillness in Death’s repose.
“Baby?...”
Drawing a shaky breath, he pressed his cheek to hers. “How would you feel about Vegas?”
“For what?”
“The wedding. You ‘n me. We’ll go next week, get hitched in some chapel. Nice or as cheap as ya want.”
That took her from his arms, which pissed him off. She rolled over, facing him with her jaw hanging open. “You’re serious…aren’t you?”
“As a fuckin’ heart attack.” He replied, cradling her cheek in one hand as he looked into her face…eyes open and alive with shock, cheeks flush with emotion. Her skin was warm to the touch, soft and welcoming.
Waiting had almost cost him everything. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
“So whatcha say? You wanna do this thing or not?”
Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: BtVS
Words: 427