Lizzy, trying her best not to sound too exasperated: “ let me see the wound. ”
[ Hey guys, I wrote a genuine Lizzington fic with no angst and where both characters are alive! Enjoy! ]
"Let me see the wound." Lizzie says.
She's trying her best not to sound too exasperated, but it's kinda hard when Red keeps doing unbelievably stupid things in the name of trying to protect her. Elizabeth Keen is perfectly capable of protecting herself; although, she has to admit that the thought of him protecting her does give her a nice little *tingle* in all the right places.
"It's nothing, Elizabeth. Just a flesh wound." He says, wincing as he takes off his jacket.
"I saw that." Liz says with an eye roll.
"I'm fine. Shouldn't you be getting home to Agnes?" He asks, avoiding eye contact with Liz.
Liz eyes trail down to Red's hand.
"Is that blood?" She shakes her head. "Ok, that's it, take your shirt off."
"You heard me. Take your shirt off. You're dripping blood. I need to look at that wound."
Liz raises her eyebrows and waits. She's not taking no for an answer and Red knows it.
He lets out a sigh and begrudgingly moves to start unbuttoning his shirt. He winces again at the movement and Liz immediately lurches forward to halt his movements.
"Let me." She says softly.
Her fingers carefully undo every button on his shirt. She gets ready to slide his shirt off his shoulders, but his stops her.
"Lizzie, no." He whispers.
He's not prepared for this moment. He's not ready for her to see his burns up close in full light. He's not ready to bare himself to her like this. Not tonight.
"It's ok. I know about the burns." She finishes pushing his shirt off his shoulders.
Her eyes widen as she sees the wound.
"Dammit, Red, I'd slap you if you weren't already hurt. How could you be so stupid? You could have gotten yourself killed! And then because you are so damn stubborn, you wouldn't even let me look at it."
She pours alcohol over the bullet wound before she starts to stitch.
She lets out a sigh as she continues to stitch the wound.
"Why would you want to hide them from me? The burn scars? It doesn't take an FBI profiler to guess that you got them from the same fire that gave me my scar. You had to have known that I'd read about them in our files and seen glimpses of them while we were on the run."
She finishes tying off the last stitch. Red is still unusually quiet.
"And I can't imagine that you would be self-conscious."
She catches the twitch in his jaw.
"Oh-" She says with realization.
He is self-conscious. Suddenly, everything makes a little more sense.
He can't even make eye contact with her. His head is turned away. He's still quiet.
Liz gently places a hand on under his chin and turns his head so that it's facing her. She gives him a small smile before leaning in and pressing her lips against his.
"Lizzie..." He whispers, finally breaking the silence as she pulls away.
"You don't have to hide who you are from me."
