#grayson requests

You softly hummed to yourself as you continued to was the dishes from tonight's dinner. Your partner, Grayson, was in the other room attending to some last minute paperwork she wanted to get finished before the work week started again. You'd go through the motions of digging in the foamy water, retrieve a dish to clean, then set it on the rack to dry. Getting lost in the motions you've done countless times.

Your mind wandered to your partner every now and then, thinking of your first date at the docks in Piltover. She brought you wine and flowers that you shared while the two of you just talked about anything; life, literature, art. You thought about the first time Grayson ever taught you how to hold a rifle. You were a much smaller person than she was, the gun seemed almost obnoxious in your grasp. She came up behind you to put her hands over your own and helped place them where they needed to go. Her palms dwarfing yours on the trigger and under the barrel. Her head resting on your shoulder where you could feel the ghosting of her lips on the crook of your--OW!

You yanked back your hands from their soapy submergence to see a small trail of blood fall down your middle finger. It had been a long time since you saw blood. You tried to avoid its crimson warmth as often as possible. Your breath began to quicken as you felt a panic attack creep up. This is not what you needed right now.

Scurrying, you ran around the house to look for anything to clean the wound with. Your eyes started to deceive you in the state you were in that the cut on your finger looked so much bigger than you thought it originally was. Meanwhile, Grayson started to notice the frantic scurrying coming from outside of her home office. Her eyes peeked around the cracked door to see you running to the other side of the house.

"Dear," Grayson had fully emerged from her office now, "What's wrong? Did something happen?" She made her way to where you ran off to. The bedroom door was wide open, but your shared bathroom was completely closed.

"My love are you alright?" She placed her ear against the door only to hear your sobs coming from the other side. "Y/n, let me in my dear, let me help you." Your sobbing only continued. Grayson's hand moved to the knob and turned it to find it unlocked. She slowly made her way in to find you curled up on the ground, holding your finger. Small drops of blood were scattered on the floor with your hand looking like it caught most of the mess. She knelt down next to you and grabbed your face, carding her fingers gently through your hair. "What happened here love? Are you hurt?"

"I-I didn't k-know I w-would react like this-s-s." You tried your best to speak through your hyperventilating sobs. Your eyes stayed focus on your partners. You thought for sure if you looked at your hand, your panic attack would get worse. "Stay right here, I'm going to get you cleaned up."

She sprung up around the main bathroom to retrieve all the necessities to clean the small wound. Your eyes followed all of her movements to keep your mind occupied. She moved so gracefully, knowing exactly where everything was. The quick work she was making of the supplies started to calm you down a little more. All you could focus on was the strong woman in front of you who cared for you so. She exuded love.

She came back to her original position beside you and carefully took your injured hand in her own. Her eyes staying focused on the task of cleaning all of the blood from the injury and everything that dripped down your hand. You almost didn't register her touching you with how soft she was being. Even the small band-aid on your middle finger almost felt like a blanket slowly falling to its place.

Once all of the mess was cleaned she placed a light kiss to your finger before placing another one to your temple. "You were so good for me, my love." She pulled you into her side, still seated on the floor of the bathroom. Grayson's heart broke when she saw you panicking, she had never seen you get like that. You were always serene and calm. Certainly the tranquil forest to Grayson's harsh storm. Where she was constantly moving and taking care of all of the shit that went down at work, you were her warm hug in the cold night and the softness that broke away her hard exterior that she had to put up every single day.

"Thank you, for doing that for me. I don't know what came over me." Grayson pulled you in tighter, fully wrapping her arms around your body. "I will always be there for you in the best way I can. I love you, and I vowed to always be there for you. I will always keep my word to you y/n."