prompt: creeper’s hurt and you take the time to savor the few moments of tranquility
notes: ummm, i really suck at titles lmfaooo and the gif has nothing to do with the fic but it’s one of the few i can find for creeper.
— first time writing creeper, so it’s a bit...off?
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"Move your head, my arm's asleep."
Neron complains about it, a string of words lazily calling you selfish. He's injured and needs your warmth to nourish him back to health. All he does is shift his position, rolling over to place his head in the crook of your neck, alleviating some of the static tingling your arm. It warms your heart enough for you to let him stay, pulling him even closer to you.
"Is it wrong for me to say I'm happy you got hurt?" You say while adjusting your body to accommodate the new weight.
His left hand begins caressing your bare stomach as he huffs out a chuckle, the warmth of his breath tickling your shoulder. You smile at him even though he can't see it since he's too focused on creating imaginary patterns and writing random words. It's nice to see him like this—carefree without any worries of Mayan business.
"That's cold, Mami," His hand trails up to your stomach to reach your bra before coming right back down to your navel. Then he pauses his art to look up at you, eyes stretching and crinkling up at the corners. "You sit here, hoping I get shot every day?"
You flick his forehead and kiss the spot before he can even complain about it. "Shut up," You roll your eyes when he giggles. "You know it's not like that."
"Then what's it like?" He rolls over onto his stomach to prop himself onto his elbows, ignoring your concerned words about his wound. He grabs your right hand to press a kiss on your unusually cold palm.
The last time you experienced a casual lazy day with Neron was over a year ago. A rival gang crashed their car into Neron's motorcycle—sending him rolling down a hill and spraining his ankle in the process. The doctor said he needed at least two weeks to heal and you were stupid enough to think Neron was going to listen to orders. Instead, Neron lied to Bishop about his injury and went on a run just a week after the crash.
He learned his lesson after that. The silent treatment you gave him was enough to keep him from doing the same stupid shit again.
"When was the last time we got to spend time like this?"
Neron tilts his chin up and looks up to the ceiling. After a minute of silence, he looks back at you sheepishly. His eyes drift downward as if he's embarrassed.
"Exactly, baby. It's been so long since we had uninterrupted time together." You extend your right arm and caress his cheek. "I just miss you so much. The only time I get to be with you is when you get hurt."
Neron visibly deflates—head dropping onto your stomach where he stays silent. You gently drag your hand from his cheek to his head.
"I know you're busy, Neron. I try not to bother you with this. But this time, you were shot. Who knows what will happen next time."
His head shoots up and gazes at you with such unknown intensity, you're taken aback for a moment. "Don't ever apologize for wanting to be with me." He presses a kiss on your wrist before dragging himself up to meet your lips.
He'll call Bishop tonight when you're asleep. He won't miss any more time with you. The gunshot really got him thinking too. If the gunfight had escalated further, there was a high chance of him being fatally wounded. What would happen then?
His lips pursue a languid kiss, tenderly pulling you deeper into his embrace. He grabs onto you before rolling over and pulling you on top of him in one swift movement. After a minute or so of soft kissing, Neron disconnects to speak.
"I'll talk to Bishop tonight, let him know about my new schedule. It's about time I start doting on my girl."
The biggest smile spreads across your face with Neron's lips doing the same to mirror your own. He pulls you down for another kiss, causing you to squeal and warn him about his wound. He doesn't care, though. He continues to roll around the bed, attempting to tickle you just so he can hear you laugh.
