In The Professionals 1x07, Peter and his bodyguard Vincent end up on the run from several villainous parties, leading to lots of whump for the both of them.
Fraye doesn't say anything as she kicks off her shoes. She starts undressing and Sandor follows her lead, wanting to rid himself of the cold clothes sticking to him.
Sandor stops after removing his chest armor.
"Let me help.", he says, noticing her struggle to pull her clothes over her head.
Sandor still feels rage when he sees the bandages. He knows what his own blood has done to her and it eats away at him slowly.
"Thank you… I know I don't look the same… I-", she tries to apologize.
"Don't give me any of that horse shit.", he scowls, dropping to his knees to help her finish undressing.
"You've called yourself an ugly man since I've known you because of the burns. Now I match… How could you not be repulsed by me then?… How am I not ugly if that is how you see yourself?", she says, her logic digging into him.
He knows she's right only partially. He hasn't even seen the damage to her properly.
"I'm an ugly fucker, Fraye… But you… You could never be ugly to me.", he tells her, looking her in the eyes.
She feels herself wanting to break. She's stayed strong for so long that she can feel herself finally giving way.
"I… I think you are anything but an ugly fucker, as you like to put it.", she tells him, cupping his scared cheek in her hand.
He leans into her touch.
"Then if I'm not ugly, you can't be either, Kitten.", he replies.
Her breath hitches. She hasn't heard that nickname in a long while. It makes her heart swell. Everything starts to set in that he's really here in front of her and it isn't another dream or fantasy all in her head.
"Thank you for saving me.", she tells him, tears spilling over her eyes.
He leans forward, kissing her softly and stopping the water flowing from her eyes.
"I'd cut my arms from my body if it meant you were safe… I'd step into flames for you and burn away everything I am if it meant your happiness.", he whispers to her.
She brings her arms around him as they embrace. He holds her close, tears wanting to well in his own again. He takes in a deep breath, inhaling her scent. He missed her soft touches and feminine smells. It seems to always lull him to contemptment. He can even hear her heart beating through her chest. He wants to thank any gods that may exist for the fact that it is still beating.
He forces himselt to pull away, knowing he's pushing on her wounds.
"Let's change your dressings before we eat.", he tells her.
She nods, "Yes but you should let your clothes dry before morning."
He nods, realizing he's still soaking wet. He stands, quickly removing the rest of his clothes before she helps him set them all in front of the fire to dry.
He moves to their satchel and pulls out the ointment.
She can't help but stare at Sandor's naked form. She was abused more times than she can count by Gregor and she's not sure when she'll be ready for Sandor's touch in that way again. She can't help but to marvel at him anyway. His tall, strong body has always managed to set her on fire. Right now is no exception.
He turns to her ointment in hand and finds her staring. His face flushes a little. He tries to dismiss the thoughts forming on his head. He knows it'll be a while before she'll accept him in her bed again.
He sets the container down on the bed before moving to her. He helps her unravel each wrapping, his eyes traveling to the burnt swirls covering her.
"Your left side is the worst of it. When you heal, we'll strengthen it up otherwise it'll be a weak spot. If you want to fight, you can't have a weak spot.", he tells her.
"I know… I can do it. I won't let myself be a burden to you. I will help in any way I can.", she replies,
"You're not a burden… I know you can handle yourself otherwise you wouldn't have survived my cunt of a brother."
She nods, "I want revenge, Sandor… When I heal, I'll kill him… He deserves to pay for what he's done… to both of us."
Sandor chuckles and Fraye furrows her brows.
"You want revenge just as much as I do, my love… We could end his horrid existence. He's done horrible things and imagine what it would do if the Lannister's lost their loyal fighter?"
He looks at her, unsure of what to say. This is the first time in his life where someone wants what he does. He's spent his whole life around people praising his brother. Now here he stands with her telling him she wants him dead.
He finishes removing her soaked bandages and dries them with a cloth from the bag. He coats her deformed flesh with the medicine, trying his best to be gentle.
Her heart swells as she watches his focused face. His mouth slightly open, his brows furrowed, and his eyes sharp.
"What?", he asks, noticing her stare again.
"Nothing… I've just missed your company."
He gives her a small smile and leans over to kiss her forehead.
"It's healing well…. At least we don't have to worry about any infections.", he tells her, moving to grab a new dressing.
I'm at least glad of that. I'd rather have scared flesh than none.", she tells him, trying to jest.
He doesn't find much humor in it.
He starts to wrap around her torso and she takes in a breath. She thought being touched by anyone would send her into a panic. Maybe it would if it were anyone else. But with Sandor, she feels heat coarse through her.
He brings the wrap up around her breast to the left side of her chest. His eyes scan her skin, seeing nothing but beauty. He's angry about her wounded body but he still can't help but to see her beautiful figure just as he used to.
He finishes shortly after. His stomach rumbling brings their attention to the meals on the table. It's most likely cold now but neither of them care as they dig in.
Before long, their bellys are full and their bodies warm.
Sandor finds himself lying in the small bed with Fraye layingon right side, her head on his chest with her arm over him.
They lay in comfortable silence as she traces little soft patterns through his chest hair.
I love you.", she whispers, breaking the silence.
He lets himself have a small smile, still not used to those words. No ones ever loved him and he decided while she was gone that he wouldn't miss the opportunities to return her love.
"I love you too.", he whispers back.
She looks up at him, a smile growing on her face.
She pulls his mouth to hers, kissing him lovingly.
He forces himself to pull back when he feels his arousal growing.
"Get some sleep… If you keep doing things like that, I wont be able to control myself and you need to heal.", he tells her, adjusting himself to lay back down properly.
"I want to… I don't know when I will be ready for that again…", she tells him, honestly.
"I'll never hurt you or push myself on you. I won't fuck you until you want me to."
She nods, cuddling closer to his chest. His name a whisper on her lips as she falls into a deep slumber.
Hey, super late addition to the whump art exchange event!
@whump-art-exchange @scaewolf
The image IDs and the drawing with no filter or background are under cut.
[Image ID: Three images.
The first image is a digital drawing of two men, one sitting in front of the other, who is standing.
The one sitting is named Sidun and his face is scrunched in pain and is doubling over in pain. One of his arms is held out beside him, wrapped in a bandage. He has light skin, short, slightly wavy blond hair with black roots, and many tattoos.
The other man who is standing, named Gene, is gently holding Sidun’s bandaged arm and looking down at him in concern. He has shaggy, curly, auburn hair and lighter mid toned skin.
The second image is the same as the first, but with faint background of green and light green stripes. The third image is the same drawing as the other two, but with no brown filter or background.
