forum The Bound (One on One) (Closed).

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Halo shakes his head, kissing Thatcher gently. He didn't want Thatcher to hurt himself more… Halo just rested there, not wanting to move.

Thatcher returned the kiss softly for a moment before breaking away. “I’m.. sorry, Halo. I can’t just stay here.”

Halo looks at Thatcher before sighing quietly. He silently yeilds before nodding his head. "Okay."

Thatcher pressed a gentle kiss to Halo’s forehead. “Thank you, angel,” he said.

Halo doesn't answer, just stays in his lovers grasp, enjoying his warmth.

Thatcher mumbled a quick ‘I love you’. He rested his head back onto the pillow, sighing softly.

Halo smiles and mutters rhe sweet words back before sighing softly. He rests against Thatcher.

Thatcher wrapped his arms around the others waist now. He wanted to get up and do something, but he also didn’t want to move out of the bed and away from Halo.

Halo purrs softly at Thatcher's warmth. He loved being with Thatcher. He felt safe in his grasps. "I love you…" He whispers.

“I love you too,” Thatcher mumbled. He stayed silent for a moment before remmebering something. He sat himself up and hooked his fingers on the bottom hem of Halo’s shirt. Pulling it up a bit, he looked down at where there was bandages over a gash that was on Halo’s stomach. He frowned softly when he saw small spots of blood seeping through.

Halo looks up tiredly when Thatcher sat up. He starts when Thatcher pulls up his shirt, revealing the bandaged gash. He had been avoiding that, pushing away his pain when he had seen Thatcher bleeding on his doorstep.

“The stitches seem to have come loose. I’ll need to rebandage it,” Thatcher said. He began to shift to try to sit up, and pain shot along his spine.

Halo starts. "Thatcher are you okay?" He whispers, sitting up slowly as not to hurt himself.

“I’m fine, it just hurts,” Thatcher mumbled. He sat up the rest of the way, and was breahting heavily, having to rest for a moment.

Halo shakes his head. "Thatcher please…" He mutters, placing a hand on Thatcher's cheek.

Thatcher leaned into the touch ever so slightly. “I’m alright, Halo,” he breathed out. “I need to take care of you.”

Halo sighs and shakes his head. "You're to stubborn for your own good…"

“I know,” Thatcher mumbled in response. “Let me take care of you,” he pressed.

Halo nods and sighs softly.

Thatcher thought for a moment. He wouldn’t be able to get up easily to get any first aid kit. “Could you get the first aid kit for me? Be careful.”

Halo nods and carefully gets up. He walks slowly towards the bathroom, picking up the first aid. He returns shortly.

Thatcher waited for Halo, getting used to the pain in his back gradually. He motioned for Halo so sit or lay down as he took the first aid kit from the other.

Halo slowly sat, wincing slightly. He settles down and sheds his shirt for easier access.

Thatcher glaced Halo’s chest up and down for a moment, a glint of something in his eye for a moment. He shook it off before reaching down to carefullt take off Halo;s current bandages.

Halo winces slightly when one of Thatcher's fingers touches one of his cuts lightly but says nothing, letting Thatcher do as he wishes. He didn't move, since his skin was still tender and he didn't want to move his body to much.