#transmac!mc

“Okay, inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth. just like that,” He says as he holds the needle, smiling at you. Kind as he could be at times, Satan wanted to instill confidence in you. "It'll be over soon, Mc. It won't even hurt, trust me."

Satan's moves were calculated as he correctly prepared your dosage and it looked to you like he was enjoying it a little too much. Perhaps, you thought, he had worked as a nurse at some point during his long life. Or maybe he was happy to finally be able to put his knowledge into practice, either way, the expression on his face managed to calm you down and you held his face between your hands, pulling him to you and placing a sweet kiss on his forehead, laughing as a rosy color crept into his cheeks.

"I couldn't thank you enough for helping me," you smiled, threw your head back and closed your eyes. "Every time feels like the first time, I get a little too anxious and suddenly I can't remember the procedure even though I know. Does that make sense?"

Satan laughed softly and nodded. His icy fingers made contact with your thigh looking for a suitable spot for the injection, making you jump in your seat at the difference in temperature between you. "It's quite common to feel this way and I'll be here whenever you need me, darling." He murmured, his emerald eyes gleamed and he smirked. "Are you ready?"

"Um, yes. Let's do this.” Your eyes widened and your body tensed as you became aware of the approaching needle. Satan looked at you and sighed, asking you to close your eyes in the same soft tone he used during the lazy mornings shared together in his bed.

"I want you to count to three out loud." He declared.

Taking a deep breath, you counted in a shaky voice. "One."

You swallowed hard. You didn't like that needle, you didn't like the pain, you held the sheet between your hands and counted again, hearing a positive murmur coming from Satan.

"Two."

The demon's hand rested on your thigh again and the phantom sensation of the needle pressing into your skin made you shiver, but you forgot about it and opened your mouth to count one more time, mentally preparing yourself for what would happen after "three."

 Suddenly, you felt a prick on your leg and a pained groan escaped your lips. It was done and still, you wish he'd let you know - although if he had done so, you would never have received the injection for fear of the needle.

Satan laughed, putting a band-aid over your thigh. "Don't look at me like that, my love, I had the best of intentions, I swear!"

“Liar, you hurt me and you lied to me. How can I live like this?” Dramatically you dropped onto your bed, hiding your face over your hand. And your dear demon soon came to join you after properly disposing of the needle and all other used things.

“Gee, would you forgive me if I read your favorite book to you?” He faked a pained and almost tearful voice as he reached for your hand to hold it lightly. And you took the initiative to intertwine your hand with his, looking at him doubtfully, despite having already made up your mind.

“Yes, yes, your punishment is to read me three more chapters of my favorite book.” You declared solemnly, but started laughing at his expression. Three chapters weren't enough for him and you knew his curiosity would make him read more than that, well at least you'd spend the morning together as usual, plus you'd love the sound of his voice. “Now come on, start soon, otherwise I won’t forgive you until the end of the year.”