Ouchie
You are in Rupert Giles' kitchen preparing him a special dinner to commemorate the fourth anniversary of his arrival in Sunnydale. You've hung a sheet up in the window over the counter and so far successfully kept him shooed out of the room but can tell by the sounds of him moving around in the living room that you won't be able to keep him out much longer.
"Much longer Love?"
"I've barely started," you begin chopping the carrots.
"Killing the cow personally are we?"
"And plucking the chicken. You just stay where you are." You smile and continue to chop. The sound of Rupert's footsteps approaching the entrance to the kitchen causes you to look up. As you do, the knife you are using slips and slices through your right index finger. You instantly look down, dropping the knife. You see blood and clamp your other hand over the wound without taking the time to assess how bad the damage is. "RUPERT!!"
Living in Sunnydale has done nothing if not hone Rupert Giles ability to read panic in someone's voice. In a matter of seconds, he races into the kitchen and comes to your side. He sees the blood on the counter, grabs a towel and wraps your injured hand in it. "How bad is it?" he asks as he walks you into the living room so that he can sit you in one of the straight chairs at his dining table.
Your eyes are screwed tightly shut and you shake your head. "Didn't look. Just tried to get pressure on it right away."
"Good girl. I'm just going to unwrap it and take a peek." You feel him release his grip over the wound and it begins to throb. He hisses when he sees it. "Well it looks like it may need a few stitches at least. Let me get it wrapped up again and we'll get you to the hospital."
"I don't want to go to the hospital," you know you're being stubborn, but the hospital is honestly the last place you want to go right now. "You do it."
"Me?"
"Please? I know you've patched up Buffy before."
"That's only to avoid awkward questions when we know she'll heal fast enough that we can take the stitches out the next day."
"Please?"
He sighs and jogs into the bathroom to get his kit. He returns to find you leaning back against the chair. "You all right?"
"A little woozy."
He sets his kit on the table and opens it. You look inside and see thread, needles, gauze, antiseptic and tweezers. As Rupert picks up the needle and begins to thread it, your eyes roll up and you pass out.
When you regain consciousness, you are upstairs in Rupert's bed, laying against his chest. He is kissing your forehead and stroking your hair. "Welcome back."
You look down at your finger and see an angry red line being held by two butterfly bandages. "That's it?"
"Well, after I cleaned it up, it didn't seem very deep after all. Mind you, you're going to have to watch that you don't reopen it."
You lean up and kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry about the dinner."
Rupert tilts your chin a little higher and kisses you on the mouth. "Don't be. It's all put away and I've ordered us a pizza instead."
You smile brightly. "It's official. I've found the perfect man." He looks around the room until you lightly slap his arm. "You, silly." He leans down and kisses you again, long and slow this time. "How long until that pizza gets here?"
"Too soon I'm afraid," as he kisses your forehead, there is a knock on the door. When you look up at him, he is smiling wickedly. "How hungry are you?"
You grin. "Not very."
"I knew I bought that microwave for a reason. We'll eat it later. Give me five minutes." He climbs off the bed then stops and leans back over it to give you one more smoldering kiss. "Don't move."
As you watch him descend the stairs, you lay perfectly still and count the seconds.
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