@exussus: " you're mine, and i want everyone to know that. " for Odd from Cut
Most days figuring out Cut was a puzzle to Odd. The man was generally stoic, unreadable, and he acted appropriately so. Then when they slept together, he was attentive, dominant, invested. Odd generally wasn't sure where he fully stood with Cut on the best of days. Just a paramedic he was banging for fun? A stress toy for the surgeon to enjoy playing with before moving on?
And then he said things like this.
"You're mine. Everyone will know that." Rang in Odd's ears. A familiar statement that made Odd's gut tighten as Cut marked the skin on his neck with kisses and bites. The statement rolled around in Odd's brain. The cigarette marks permanently scarred into his shoulder felt like they burned at the phrase.
"W-wait. Wait. Stop. Stopstopstop." Odd quickly sputtered out as the anxiety rolled in his stomach. He pressed his hand to Cut's chest, not pushing him away, but with enough pressure to signal him he needed a moment. "S-sorry. I just. Just need to breath is all." Shit. That was panic creeping into his voice. Odd tried to breath, catching himself before he started to spiral.
You're fine. Just breath. Push those memories back into their carefully curated boxes. Shove them away to a dark corner where they won't come out again. Just breath. You're fine.
You're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine.
"Sorry about this," Odd apologized again as he steadied his breathing again and pushed down the panic before it could even become a problem. "Just uh- you know what you're saying right? Like, I'm sure you wouldn't have said it without knowin' but..."
"I just... want to make sure we're on the same page here? Is all?" That wasn't the true issue, but it was a good enough place to distract from uncomfortable memories coming back.