Malia and Kira, 1.
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Malia winced again, clawing into the bed spread. “You’re hurting me, dammit.” Malia knows that Kira is trying her best to clean off the wound with rubbing alcohol, but it stings and she hates it.
“Hold still then and it wouldn’t hurt as much.” Kira pushes her hair out of her face, dabbing the wound gently with the cloth before going to grab the gauze. “You’re crazy, you know that? Fighting those Berserkers, you should’ve ran like Peter.”
This deserves a groan from the other girl, rolling her eyes. “Why are you guys always freaking out? I’m trying to protect the pack, that’s all. Ouch!” She knows that Kira is wrapping the gauze around her tight on purpose, making her furrow her brows at the girl.
“You could’ve gotten hurt, and if you did….” She trailed off, turning away from the girl as she finished bandaging her up. Malia could’ve died, and she wouldn’t have told the woman how she felt, or well, anything.
“Hey….” Malia moved in close, grabbing the girls wrist and making her turn. Slowly, she moved her hands to grab her face, placing a small kiss to her lips. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll…think sensibly next time, if that’s what you’d like.”
Kira blinked at the girl, stunned from the kiss before pulling Malia close, kissing her one more time, with more passion than before. She held the kiss for a few moments before letting go, pressing her forehead to the other. “Don’t scare me like that, okay? If Derek hadn’t came in-”
“Excuse me, you were the one that came to the rescue first, Kira. You tried to save us.” She smiled happily at the girl. “I’m glad you came….to the rescue and to bandage me up. I promise, I’ll try to not think irrationally next time."
For some reason, Kira felt like this was a big step in their relationship, and for the rest of the night she couldn’t stop smiling at her girlfriend.
