Can't remember if it's too late for @bebopcrew birthday week (probably but whatever time is irrelevant) so this is for @jetspikepub and whoever else enjoys shipping Spike and Jet 😘
"I can do this myself." Jet grumbled.
Spike glanced up from wrapping the bandage, eyes half lidded and something softer than a smirk teasing at his lips. "Oh I am well aware."
"Then why are you--" Jet's attempt at continuing the argument cut off abruptly as Spike, lightning fast, pressed a soft kiss on the bandage just above where the wound was.
"Can you just let me do something for you for once?" He asked then, taking advantage of Jet's silent - surprise? shock? embarrassment? - to tie off the cloth bandage before moving onto the next injury with smooth, competent movements.
Jet was almost always the one doctoring him up, but Spike knew a thing or two about medical care and, despite the nervous excitement dancing along his very veins, he could keep his hands steady as they worked.
His partner was so effusive with his affection, although not in any way others might notice. Mending Spike's clothes, repairing Spike's ship, cooking Spike's food. It was a quiet and reliable love that had filtered into Spike's life gradually until those subtle signs were all he could see when he looked around.
Oh, they fought sometimes - arguments over bounties (the ones to go after, the ones to avoid, the method of capture, on and on and on) and battles over who earned first shower (and therefore all the hot water) and while Spike knew they'd continue to butt heads over work on occasion...
He did have a thought about water conservation.
But first, he had to deal with this grumpy patient and somehow convince the stubborn man to take it easy for a bit. Well, it served him right for how many times he'd put Jet in this very position while he himself rebelled against doing what was right.
Jet was staring down at him, mouth slightly agape, and a blush on his cheeks.
Spike finished bandaging the next wound and, keeping eye contact with his partner, pressed another gentle kiss upon it.
He watched Jet lick his lips, sharp blue eyes cutting down to Spike's lips before snapping back up to meet his gaze again.
"Ah ah ah... Time enough for... Well, all things really, once you're feeling better." Spike admonished playfully.
"I... You..." Jet stammered, blush deepening.
"You and I, yes please." Spike replied with a wink.