it’s not uncommon for johnny and erin to play their little scar game; one shares a scar and it’s story, the other replies with their own, always trying to one up one another like little kids. this time is different though, erin’s first night practically in one piece, yet still broken at the same time- a mission gone wrong, the boss captured and nearly beaten to death for refusing to give information on the saints, she’d rather die than give up the people she’s called family for years. she’s incredibly lucky someone like johnny is on her side, not just as her second-in-command or as her best friend, but something more- something that’s been growing for the past few months.
she can’t say it’s a relationship; she’s not sure if he’s ready for that or if she’s even ready for that, but kisses shared in secret and nights spent tangled in sheets definitely say otherwise, especially with her history. johnny has saved her, more times than she can count. it’s funny to compare him to a guardian angel when he’s a ruthless killer, but she certainly would not be standing if it were not for him. it took her weeks before she could get out of bed, sore from injuries still healing. despite his sarcastic quips and smartass smile, he’s helped her, got her whatever she needed, made her physically whole again, but there’s a void in her soul- it’s been hard to struggle with how she underestimated them, how they got the best of her.
she feels fingers tracing her spine, her face buried in his neck, with his other arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. skin to skin, surrounded by steam, the warm water trickling onto them from the shower head above, it’s the first time in weeks she’s able to let him get this close, to touch her, and the first time in... years to let him see her so vulnerable. she feels his fingers come to a stop around the top of her left shoulder and she shudders at the vague memory- where her mind remembers the way her skin burned from the explosion at the yacht before she crashed into the water below. arms wrapped around his middle loosen and come up, pressed in between them against his chest.
“you good?”
she nods slightly, breath shaky, and looks up at him, from beneath her eyelashes, a small and quiet sigh slipping past her lips. “yeah. im good.”
