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A Little Sore
Fluff Gender not specified First Fic don't eat me SFW You're laying on your bed, light coming in the window next to you, telling you you should be up by now. You reach a hand up to your face, touching the achy spot where your wisdom tooth used to be. You had it removed recently, and although you know it'll feel better when the stitches in your gum has healed, it still hurts. It's a bit chilly in the room, so you pull up one of the blankets at the foot of the bed, the one Murdoc threw when he realized he was late for an appointment. You curl up into the blankets, and fall asleep, mind hazed from painkillers. A couple hours later, you wake up to sound of the door quietly clicking closed. Click, click, click... Click. Something clinks down on the table on the other side of the bed, as well as a set of keys. He sits on the side of the bed, and you role over, waiting for him to turn around. He takes off his boots, lays down, and faces you. "Good morning love," he says with a smile. It hurts to talk, so you give him a finger wave. "How's yer face?" he asks. "Like someone slashed my gum open," you say, trying not to move your jaw too much. He chuckles, and reaches over you to grab the ashtray on the windowsill. He rolls onto his back, lights a splif, and places the ashtray on his stomach. You watch the ashtray for a second, moving up and down with his breaths, and curl up to him. He puts an arm around you shoulder, and puts on the radio. You lay there until you're called down for dinner.