sugar, solitude, rain

you’ve taken her unbeaten heart and made it flutter, made it clench, made it thump in her chest. she just really likes the way your eyes get all fuzzy and unfocused when she kisses you.

when she asked if you’d do anything for her, she never intended to put you in any danger. but you’d follow her anywhere, even into the fray of knives and guns and ruthless smiles. it’s true that you can handle yourself, however mindless you get when you’re with her, but you’re certainly not invincible.

there’s a man aiming to stab her straight through the back. “ruby!” you shout in warning, whirling in place to block the blow. your own knife stops him, but you’re thrown off balance and the next swipe of his weapon comes in contact with your side, ripping through fabric and skin.

and for the first time, ruby dislikes the sight of blood. she stabs the man who sliced your skin through the throat. he’s the last of them, so she grabs your wrist and pulls you away, an angry scowl on her face. you must be crazy, because all you can think about is the way you’d love to kiss that frown from her lips.

her fingers around your wrist aren’t all that gentle. she’s upset, you can tell. but her hold on you is never harsh. in her car, she grabs you a clean rag and grumbles for you to keep it pressed against the cut in your side. her jaw is clenched and she runs her thumb over your cheekbone for a quick moment before closing the door and going around to the driver’s seat.

she drives you back to the motel room you stayed in last night, sitting you down on the side of the bed. she puts a hand over yours that holds the rag in place, leans down, and kisses you softly. 

she steals your breath away, you train of thought, your pain even. every damn time, her kisses make your mind go blank and your muscles fall slack.

“you have to be more careful,” she murmurs right against your lips. it takes you a moment to register what she actually said. she moves back a little and you just hum in acknowledgment. her other hand smooths over the side of your head. “you can’t be so reckless like that, baby. okay?” and it hits you that she’s worried about you. she’s almost doting in this moment. and she’s letting herself love on you, in a pure and soft way.

honestly, you don’t really care what form her kisses come in, as long as they’re given to you. but this feeling easily overpowers the sting over your lower ribs. it flows from her lips through yours and when you swallow it, it goes to your heart rather than your stomach, and it makes you full.

it’s sweet on your tongue, with a subtle irony tang to it, so it must have come from her heart, too. which means that her heart can’t be empty, if she’s giving from it. that means that her heart fills with blood for you, because there wasn’t anything much to give before. now, she’d kiss you for hours, even if it meant that you bled her dry.

“i’ll be careful,” you finally murmur, pulling her back to you with a slightly bloodied hand and kissing her again. she kisses back without a split second of hesitation and lets your lips linger for a moment or two. but she’s anxious to get you patched up, so she pulls away and grabs your first aid kit. then she sinks to her knees in front of you. her fingers find the hem of your shirt and lift it up. you finish the job and toss it aside, easily baring yourself and the cut to her.

she winces lightly when she sees it clearly, then grabs what she needs from the first aid kit. it’s really not that bad; it won’t even need stitches. ruby still hates it, so she uses gentle hands to clean it up. she blows on it softly after applying alcohol to lessen the sting and she holds your hip with a reassuring, soft and small hand when she’s working one-handed. she bandages it carefully and skillfully.

you grab her wrist when she stands and turns to go without explanation. “where are you going?” you ask, eyes pleading just a little bit as you look up at her. her eyes and smile are endeared looking back down at you. it’s so very sweet to her that you can’t bear for her to leave for even a moment without knowing where she’s off to.

“you need water,” she answers simply, resisting the urge to tease you. she just really loves to tease you, and you make it quite easy with those pretty eyes and soft lips. sometimes you look a little pathetic, the way a puppy does when it wants affection. it’s adorable, really. she could likely get high off the look you give her after she kisses you. like she’s a god, or at least a drug. you have that in common; you both get no better high than being with the other.

you let her wrist go because she’s right, but mostly because it makes you all giddy that she's looking after you like this. usually you’re the one to remind her about water. she doesn’t feel thirsty, but you take care of her body for her. now she’s doing it. relearning from you maybe, what it’s like to tend to someone else.

god, she’s so damn pretty when she crosses the room and grabs the motel’s extra water bottle. ruby looks nice with her back turned to you. even better when she comes back. you can see her when she kisses you, but you’re sure that’s when she looks best.

“you’re so pretty,” you murmur, over and over again, right against her lips. she drinks that up, then spits it back out with a quiet, doting mouth. she interrupts things for a minute, but this time you let her, sure that she's got a sweet enough reason. she pulls a new, soft shirt over your head to protect your bandages, then her hands are laying you down against the pillows.

ruby’s kissing you and kissing you and you could go insane because you’ll never get enough, and yet, this is perfect and better than anything you could ever ask for. she doesn’t let you move, doesn’t let you get needy or restless. your hunger for her is boundless, but she feeds it until you’re too tired to eat. then she kisses your forehead and rests her head on your chest. she could keep kissing you all night, she really could. but she lets you sleep and she knows you like the weight of her on you.