You whimpered quietly, screwing your eyes shut as Mathias continued his painful ministrations. “It hurts,” you complained, butting your forehead against his shoulder. “Just a bit longer,” he murmured, his cerulean eyes narrowed with the concentration it took so as not to hurt you. All you could do in response was trembled and cling on to him, one of your arms clasped between his meticulous fingers.
“Is it almost done?” You breathed, not wanting to look. “Nearly,” he answered, grimacing when he saw the red patch of skin he was uncovering. “There we go,” Mathias grinned whilst you slacked a sigh of relief. “It’s all you fault, you know,” you told him spitefully, glaring when he held up the sticky plaster in triumph.
“It was for your own good!” He protested, using the puppy-dog eyes he’d been perfecting for the past month. It was getting better, you noticed. “Wow, Mathias Køhler being responsible. That’s not something you see every day,” You retorted, folding your arms and wincing when the small wound was touched.
“I was getting worried about you, can you blame me that I took you to the doctor?” He asked, pawing at the hem of your shirt and leaning forward to get a better look at your face. “Yes,” you grumbled, looking away from him with an angry pout.
He knew you disliked the doctor’s. In fact the only thing you hated more was needles. And Mathias had made sure that you had to suffer both of these things. “I didn’t know he was going to take a bloodsample,” Mathias tried, casting his eyes to his hands when you ‘humpf’-ed.
“Min kære, I was worried about you. So I’m not going to apologise for taking care of you,” he stated, a stern expression on his face. “But it hurt!” Your bottom lip wobbled and your eyes clouded with tears. You were only slightly playing up, to be honest you just wanted Mathias to feel guilty. And it by God, did it work.
“I’m sorry!” He cried, not paying any heed to what he’d said not a minute earlier as he pulled you to his chest and rocked you like you were an upset child. Letting him do as he wished, you snuggled deeper into his embrace and closed your eyes. Gently, he ran his fingers down your weak arm, tracing a circle around the small puncture in your skin.
Cringing at the feeling, you let out a heavy breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. Tentatively and lovingly, he raised your arm to his lips and kissed around your sore spot. The gentle brush of his eyelashes against your skin and the warm feeling of being in his arms as he kissed you better, made you smile inadvertently.
Cupping his cheek, you kissed him chastely, your hands reaching up to play with his hair. Your eyes followed your antics whilst he watched you. The small blush on your cheeks and that unstoppable upturning of the corners of your mouth, made his heart beat faster. Placing his hands on your hips, he nuzzled your face with his, tracing butterfly kisses down the side of your face and chuckling as you let out a giggle.
“Forgive me?” He proposed, resting his forehead against yours and gazing down at your lips in a daze. “Of course, I can’t stay angry at you.” You whispered back, ghosting the strong line of his jaw with a finger as you pecked his lips.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that, min kære,” he grinned an ear-to-ear smile and settled with holding you tightly. And you? Well, much to his intense delight, you continued playing with his hair.