Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Jason grunts.
"Sorry, sorry.." you mumble. You're on your knees, unstrapping Jason off his leather and armor as you try to get at the wound on his thigh.
He sits with his legs spread open and his head thrown back, waiting for another slice of pain as you work. His palms are sweaty and he knows he's going to get shivers soon.
For now, he only flinches as you work; trying to hold back more sounds to keep you from panicking.
You carefully pull out whatever shrapnel he'd got stuck in there and though you can't see his face, you know he's in terrible pain. Thighs were such a delicate body part and thinking of him limping his way through work fills you with dread.
"I'm done. You need bandages" you say as you walk away from him. Your words are clean of any sadness, trembling, shivers, tears but he can hear the underlying panic in your calm.
He wants to cradle you in his arms and soothe your worries but he can't get up, nor can he pull you onto his lap. He settles for taking off the rest of his clothes and finds himself shivering at a completely new kind of vulnerability.
Had he bared his body to anyone before this? And in such a vulnerable state?
You come back with the bandages and are quickly on your knees again.
Jason wonders at why he's so weirded out as you work on him.
The realisation is a slap across his face.
You were on your knees.
Tending to him.
The situation looked an awful lot like a devotee with an object they admired!
You looked like you were devoted to him!
Guilt suffuses him as he takes in this new milestone in your relationship. He never did think twice before showing up to you...
You finish your work and lay your head against his knee.
"Jason"
He runs his hands through your hair.
"Yes?"
"Nothing"
"Okay"