#abixfinn

Put ( ˘ ³˘) to kiss a wound on my muse || Limited

Abi X Finn

Her yelp from the kitchen damn near sent him flying through the swinging doors, abandoning the counter and the till he was counting down for her (though thankfully the door was locked).  “What?  What is it?”  He limped around the butcher block table to see the problem at hand.  A slip of a knife and the tender flesh of a finger left blood across the table and Abi, clinging to her hand that was wrapped up in a towel.  “Lemme see...”  She was a bit reluctant to give him her hand, and he was slow to peel the towel back to reveal a nice sized slice on her finger.  “I don’t think y’need stitches, but I’ll clean it up for ya...” he pressed a kiss to her palm, working on wiping away the blood that slid from the wound.  She didn’t say much other than a soft whimper, a hiss as he washed the wound and wrapped it slowly with the loving patience that only exposed itself for her.  Anything else, and he’s full of impatience and frustration.  Berating himself under his breath for limping so much, not moving fast enough, or for the general aches and pains that have become normal to him at this point.  He was never this loving with himself, this patient.  This kind.

“A’most done...” he murmured, before wrapping the gauze tape around her finger carefully before pressing a lovingly kiss over it on the gauze, peppering her with more and more kisses until her pout turns to a smile.  

“Lemme finish countin’ out that till an’ we’ll go get somethin’ sweet t’eat.”