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“I drank... enough,” To say what loud what he’s been thinking of for the past month, Duke doesn’t tell her. Instead, he shoots her one of his famous charming smiles - and it might’ve worked better if he weren’t drunk off his ass.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?!”
“To avoid this reaction.” Duke wasn’t looking at her. She seething and her eyes could probably burn if he started for too long, “Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
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Duke left for two hours to check on the Gull and on his employees. Two hours; and when he came, there she was, finishing one of his bottles. He got closer and took the bottle away from her, then the glass.
“Well, for one, it’s written all over your face.” Her giggles were cute, sure, but he needed to take care of her.
Duke had always had this urge to protect Jennifer, and it only got worse after the whole child of ruin bullshit. With her ability of opening supernatural doors to god knows where, it also came the danger and the fear of losing her every time she took a breath and honestly? He couldn’t afford that. He needed to keep her safe, and that urge just got stronger after the Lighthouse events, when losing her almost became real.
He didn’t know how, but Jennifer managed to survive what happened at the Lighthouse and part of him guessed it was just luck. She had to stay at the hospital for a few days and run some testes, to see why she had stopped breathing out of nowhere. When the doctors didn’t manage to find anything, she was sent home and both of them moved on with their lives.
Danger seemed to become a real thing and with that, it came the urge to protect her even more and more than Duke already did. It was clear they were each other’s weakness, he just hoped no one else noticed that, specially not someone who wanted to harm them somehow.
Duke didn’t remember much of what had happened, but there were a few flashes. Mara telling it was the right thing, telling him he needed to protect her at all costs (Jennifer was precious for her for some reason). Telling him that Jennifer didn’t know what was best for her, telling him to ignore her if she started begging, crying or yelling; maybe the three of them at the same time. She didn’t know what was the best thing for herself, only both of them did.
He stepped on the boat like a man on a mission. It was quiet and for a moment, Duke thought he was alone at the Rouge and would have to wait for her to arrive from the Herald.
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“Pretty sure there wouldn’t be enough space for you if I hugged you underneath my coat you’d get a cold anyways.”
It didn’t take long to Duke realize Jennifer like matching her clothes and, sometimes, matching caused her to forget her coats. She arrived from the Herald quite early, but then there were days she’d go to the Gull after work and they’d go back home later than the usual, when the cold had already set in.
“And no tiny girlfriend of mine is catching a cold if I can avoid it.” Duke added after a pause.
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Duke had told her that they would be going out somewhere special that night and she wanted to look her best. It had taken a little digging but she finally found what she had been looking for buried deep in the clothes she had in the boat.
Jennifer hadn’t worn the dress since arriving in Haven so she knew that Duke wouldn’t have seen it yet. It was a form-fitting, knee-length red dress that she looked amazing in.
She had been waiting for him at the Gull and a smile crossed her face when she saw him approaching. The smile brightened when he spoke.
“Thanks, you clean up pretty good yourself.”
Duke had been wanting to do something special for her for a while now. It couldn’t simply be anything. Whatever they were going to do, it had to be special, something neither of them would quite forget and would always talk about years later.
Duke planned that evening for months, even the smallest details. He knew he told her to dress up, but he didn’t expect Jennifer to look that beautiful.
“Not as good as you, apparently.” Duke leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips.
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Of course there was a first time for everything but Jennifer had never imagined that there would be a first time, or any time at all for the matter, for her stitching someone up. And certainly not to have the well-being of someone she cared so much about be in her hands like that.
Making herself forget her frustration she did her best to offer him a smile in return. He was being so calm and amazing for someone who had an open and bleeding knife wound. She really wished she could handle these kinds of situations as well as he did.
Nodding as he listed what she would need and where to find it she only slightly cocked her head to the replacement of pain medication with whiskey. Once he finished the list she walked to the bathroom and then the stateroom to gather her supplies. When she returned she laid the supplies out near him and returned her gaze to meet his.
“So what do I do first?”
If it made Jennifer feel better, Duke never expected to ask that from her and wouldn’t ask anything like it ever again. Next time he’d deal with it himself.
The idea of dying for blood loss (and that was a dumb way to go) or something going wrong with the whole stitching part didn’t please him either, but they had to shake the fear off and do whatever was necessary. Jennifer had to; and she was freaking out for both of them. Duke needed to keep calm, comfort her when it was necessary and when all of that was all done and they were snuggling in bed, hope he hadn’t traumatized Jennifer all that much.
He would make it up to her and dinner sounded nice.
Duke explained to her the best way he could through pained gasps. He explained to her how she was supposed to disinfect his wound first and then it was time to start the whole stitching part. It was hard for her at first, but soon enough, Jennifer knew exactly what she was doing and how she was supposed to do it.
An hour and half later, they were done and Jennifer did better than he thought she would.
“Told you wouldn’t fuck up.” He beamed, “Thanks.”
masonjennifer replied to your post:masonjennifer: #ALL THE FEELS OH MY GOD#MARI...
IT IS SO PRETTY AND RIPPING MY HEART OUT AT THE SAME TIME MARI JUST GAAAAAAAH!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE IT AND I’M PROUD OF MYSELF AND AS SOON AS I SAW THIS FOR SOMEONE ELSE’S SHIP, I KNEW IT FIT DUKE AND JENNIFER. SPECIALLY DUKE.
