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4: Forehead Kiss

Kate sat on the ground, exhausted, dejected, costume ripped to hell, and blood staining her face, legs and arms. It was over, the fighting was done, and all Kate felt like doing was sleeping, not right here, because that was a horrible idea, but somewhere. For a quick moment, she honestly considered playing the damsel in distress and begging one of her teammates to carry her home, but she was far too proud for that. So she sat on the ground a few moments longer. 

She closed her eyes, enjoying the silence that comes after a battle. It’s beautiful, calming. Her eyes were still closed when she felt the air beside her get disturbed. For a second her pain faded, and she knew it had to be Jamie sitting beside her. She was grateful for the relief, even just for a moment. She knew it wouldn’t last too long, he was still working on controlling his powers, but even the momentarily relief felt good. “Thank you” she barely whispered. She leaned her head on his shoulder just for a second wanting to sleep right there, but quickly sat back up. “We should go, call in the clean up, and get out of here.”

Jamie stood up first, and looked down at Kate taking in the exhausted look of her. “God, Kate, you look awful.” He said in all seriousness. This caused Kate to laugh, she had no idea why, because it was true, she had to look awful, there was no way she could look anything but. Jamie shook his head and reached his hand out to help her up. It took longer than it should have for her to stand. Every muscle in her body hurt. Jamie lightly kissed her on the forehead as she stood up. “You did good, Kate. You kicked ass as always. But now, now you look like you need some sleep.” Kate laughed lightly and let her head rest on his shoulder again.

“That I do.” She said with a slight smile.