#rosesofred

My goddess of adorableness and she knows I’ll fight her on that.

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Ruby honestly hadn’t know what had come over her, all she knew was that she needed…something. Oh she knew exactly what that something was but she didn’t know why Torchwick, her informant, of all people was the first person who came to her mind while she was in this….irritating state. That realization didn’t stop her from making her way to his home and slamming him against the wall before he had time to react to her being back.

His words prompted her fists to clench tighter around his shirt, she didn’t even bother trying to move away from his body at this point. “Shut up…” Was her only response before she pressed her lips…rather gently against his. She was much more hesitant now, since her brain finally caught up with the situation at hand, her nerves had officially taken over. This reaction caused the woman to pull away ever so slightly, obviously much more unsure of her actions. “I….I should go now, shouldn’t I?”

Roman found himself surprised by the gentleness of the kiss that followed Ruby’s initially aggressive advance, but it was far from an unwelcome difference. His arms traveled up to her waist almost instinctively, his lips curved into a light smirk against hers and as they parted, they curled further into an impish grin. Christ, for a woman calling the shots, she really didn’t look very sure of her decisions.

“Seriously Red, I’m--fine...” Roman forced the words out of his mouth as if they had been glued to his throat. Ruby’s voice echoed in his brain from a distance that seemed far away enough to try to feign decent physical health, but he had yet to realize that she was already examining the leg he was limping on. Electrocution was hard enough to recover from when it didn’t leave you with second degree burns in the process, but he couldn’t afford to take another day off. 

He had information that he needed to compile and deliver, clients waiting to go on missions--plenty of which were more than ready to report him as insubordinate and have him killed if he didn’t meet their deadlines. He hadn’t actually noticed that his wound was infected until he’d woken up at the kitchen counter that morning with a fever, and he’d done little to fix that beyond popping a few antibiotics into his mouth before setting back to work. 

Unfortunately, those had done jack all, and by the time Ruby had visited to collect her file, his vision was ghosting in and out of focus frequently, his balance was so faulty that walking across his living room felt like traversing the main deck of an old ship in the middle of a storm, and his leg felt as if someone was driving rusty nails into his flesh with a hammer. His concentration was so aggravatingly flimsy that he’d been staring at the same shelf for almost five minutes, his fingers running over the folders nearly twenty times before he realized that her file was in a row two shelves over.