Okay, all those little touch prompts are just so damn cute and it’s hard to pick one! So could you pretty please pick one for me + Wesley/Lilah??
<3
28. feeling for each other in the dark / 55. tracing the lines on the other’s hand.
used a numbers generator and it gave me these two numbers! hope you like this <3 it reminded me again how much i love these two!! putting this under a read more here already <3
also on ao3 now!
when lilah returned to her apartment, the electricity was still out from the beast's attack and it's gotten dark. she got in her apartment with great difficulty, one hand trying to turn the key, the other holding her wounded side. her mind was wretchedly empty, her only thought focusing on the first-aid kit that was stored in her bathroom. Though when she tried to make her way across her apartment, there was a knock at her door. She opened it, against her better judgement, and found precisely the last person she thought would be standing at her door: Wesley.
"Now what? Come to finish me off, lover?", she asked roughly, his behaviour from earlier still on her mind.
He just stared at her, then gestured to be let in.
"Let me..."
She left her door open, really beyond caring for anything he had to say or do now after the day from literal hell that's been clawing her out. It chewed her up and spit her out, and no fancy office or seeing Wesley back in her apartment when he swore he never would be could fix that. She made her way over to the bathroom, when he touched her elbow and looked at her.
"Sit down on the bed. I'll get it."
"You don't even know where it is.", she argued.
He turned around to roll his eyes. It was barely noticable in the dark, but the annoyed look on his face was something she memorized, something she could recognize even with the bare light of the moon.
He returned a minute later, successfully with the kit in his hand.
"Will you finally sit down?", he asked, now exasperated.
Lilah finally sat down on the bed, walking slowly so she didn't walk into anything on the way. When she sat down, Wesley took place in front of her, motioning for he to lift up her shirt. Something about the position of him right in front of her, instead of on the bed next to her made her feel the intimacy of the situation. She lifted up her shirt, trying to slip out of it, but her body protested.
She caught Wesley's look, and nodded once, before he lifted the shirt off her, being careful of her wounds that were on her whole torso. He started washing off the blood that stuck to her like a second skin, and instead of feeling more comfortable, she felt like he was removing her battle armor with every spot of blood he removed from her ribs. They sat in silence for a while, until he stopped washing and applying bandages to her tortured skin. Then, letting off from her ribs, he drew up a line from there to her shoulders and back down to her hands, almost as if... a more romantic person would've said he wanted to ensure himself that she was safe, but lilah knew the extent of their arrangement. whatever she felt for him was of no regard and better off without mention. not wanting to show off more of her vulnerability than she had already offered today, she tensed underneath his touch. Wesley began tracing lines on her hand, keeping his gaze there even though she knew he couldn't make out much of anything, less of all her the form of her hand in the dark, but eventually, she did relax again. in the darkness, she felt like she didn't have to keep as tight a mask on as usual, could allow herself a moment of simply being touched and not having to deal with what it meant or how people perceived her. Wesley already knew she was tough as nails and he's seen her at her worst today (the less thought about that, the better), so she just stopped trying to school her expression in any form of a mask, and just let the day's emotions be. She sighed quietly, then looked back down to him.
"Why are you here?"
He didn't reply, but after a few moments, got up and got close to her again. Wesley gently put his hands on her cheeks, then they kissed again. It was gone before she could could reply, him closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against hers. He remained like that for a while, just listening to each other breathe in the dark, take a moment in the city's chaos for themselves, then he held his lips to her forehead and took a step back.
"I meant it. You should hide.", Wesley let go of her hand, then left her apartment.
PENNYWORTH (2019 - Present)
Ben Aldridge as Thomas Wayne, Jonjo O'Neill as Aleister Crowley and Freddy Carter as Jason Ripper in Season 1, Episode 7: Julie Christie
