Gavin x MC “Handle With Care”
A|N: Hurt, comfort, & domestic lovin’ <3
Gavin clutched his side as he walked down the hall to his apartment. The keys seemed to jingle louder than usual in the dead of night as he carefully unlocked the door to enter his home. A quick glimmer on the watch atop his wrist caught his eye. The hands struck 4 AM just as he turned the knob.
Quickly looking around at his quiet apartment, he kicked off his shoes at the doorway. Gavin removed his jacket carefully and tiptoed to the bedroom. Small things in the home were in different places than he’d left them, and his chest swelled, seeing these out of place objects. This was his favorite part of having a partner truthfully, having a lived in a home that was sometimes messy but always full of love. It was a safe space for him to come back to, and each thing out of place reminded him of that.
A half-open book hung onto the armrest of the couch, an empty water glass sat without a coaster on the coffee table, and the pinned open curtains displaying the starry night sky. His absence from home was hardly noticeable anymore since she began living here. The kitchen was full of staple foods at all times, the house was free from dust, and the bed was always warm from her presence.
Gently clicking the latch closed on the bedroom door, he turned to the bed and noticed a small lump that barely took up any space under the covers. His lips quirked up into a smile. Gavin shuffled quietly over to the edge of the mattress and slipped underneath the sheets. He made sure to keep straight and not to bend toward his side that he still held carefully with his arm.
He felt guilty coming home so late, especially after such a long absence. He wasn’t able to call by the time his mission was over, and texting would be pointless since it was well past midnight, and he knew she’d already be asleep.
Slowly, Gavin slid into the space next to her. He debated whether to wake her up or not. In the end, he wrapped his arms around her and quickly tugged her to his chest, rousing her awake. He pulled hard, snuggling his face in her neck until she wiggled in his grasp.
“Gav?” Her tired voice peeped.
“You’re home!” She spoke groggily, keeping her eyes shut. He smiled against her neck at her cute sleepy voice. He’d missed this; He’d missed her.
“I am home, especially now that I’m holding you.”
“Hm,” She smiled, stretching her arms above her head. He felt her muscles extend and joints pop against his hands. Gavin roamed her torso, sneaking a hand up her shirt to rest on her bare stomach. “I missed you.” She yawned out.
Gavin traced her ribs with his pointing finger and nuzzled the side of her hair. “I missed you too.”
He drank in her unique scent, moving to trail his fingertips up her arm towards her palm. With his thumb and pointing finger, he teased the tips of her digits one by one. His heart rate picked up at their proximity. No matter how many months they were together, she still sent his stomach fluttering.
She turned in his grasp, situating herself while cupping his face. She paused with her nose touching his as her eyes adjusted to the dark. She wore his t-shirt to sleep, oversized for her smaller frame, and calf-high socks to make up for her lack of pants. One sock was rolled down to her knee due to her movement in her sleep.
“You’re head!” She gently slid her fingers over the edge of the butterfly grip. “What happened?” The bandage sat askew over his right eyebrow holding together an inch-long gash.
“Uh,” He tried to smile, but the worry on her face affected him too much. He resolved to a straight face and let out a breath. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”
“They don’t usually take the time to seal up ‘just a scratch.’”
“Mmm, You’re right.” He pushed his forehead into her cheek. “It’s nothing compared to the cut on my side.”
“Oh, no.” She looked down toward his hips. “What happened there?”
“I got a couple of stitches. No big deal.” Gavin tried to downplay the injury. “Just be gentle with that spot, please.”
“Gavin,” Her hands slid into his hair, kissing his cheek, forehead, then nose. “Why did you get stitches?” Closing his eyes, he savored each kiss.
He paused, pursing his lips, thinking if he should insist they go to sleep and talk about it in the morning. However, he knew this wasn’t something she would let go that easily.
“I was…mmmbluggh” Gavin pushed his face into her neck, mumbling his words.
“You were what?” She pulled on his cheeks up to look into his weary eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
“…” Gavin looked up at her face with the help of her hands, cradling his cheeks, smooshing them really. “I was stabbed…”
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