She felt her smirk and smirked back, another small noise escaping her plush, pink lips.
Angels, Demons and Humans// Open!
Cicada pushed against Nikki, she wanted to make sure that Nikki understood she was in control.
She let out another groan, her back hitting the counter slightly. Holy shit she was dominant, and gods she didn't mind it either.
Cicada could feel her knuckles tense in pain, but she showed no signs. She didn't need the mortals help.
She didn't notice any pain in her expression. She melted under her touch, not wanting to hurt her any more than she already had.
Cicada finally pulled away. She growled softly, because that was all her vocals chords would do, "Finish whatever you were doing with my hands before I do something I might regret."
"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes fluttering open when she pulled away. She eyed the cloth filled with alcohol.
Cicada squeezed her eyes shut, "You said you wanted to get my hands healed. I want to do something else. Let's get at least one thing done before moving to the other."
She grabbed the cloth and placed it on her knuckles. She kissed her, hoping that'd distract her from the probable pain she felt.
(You there?)
(I was a bit busy.)
Cicada winced immensely and wanted to pull her hands away. The kiss didn't distract her enough.
"Do whatever you need to distract yourself, I don't want you to hurt" she replied, dabbing the cloth on her knuckles.
Cicada wanted to ball her hands into fists, "Well, a bit of pain is good now and then."
"I'm so sorry" she cried, taking the cloth away. "That's it, I'm done" she muttered, bringing her lips to hers again. Tears streamed down her face. She never wanted to see her in this much pain again.
Cicada wiped away Nikki's tears. She pulled away and mumbled against her lips, "There's no need to cry darling."
"I love you so much, I don't want to see you in pain" she replied, her body shuddered as her grip tightened on the cloth.
Cicada held Nikki against her. She put a hand in the girls hair and rubbed it, "It's fine dear. I've been in worse pain."
She melted into her arms, the tears almost immediately stopping.
Cicada began humming to Nikki, "Don't cry dear. Everything is fine."
She smiled into her neck, kissing it before pulling away, taking her hands in hers again before gently wrapping the gauze and a few bandages around her hands. "There, one hand is gonna be fine. We should go to the store and pick up ointment to make sure it doesn't get infected, but that hand will heal" she muttered, her eyes locking to hers.
"We have to do it again?" Cicada whined slightly, "I'm sure I have something lying around you can use."
“Okay, like what?” She asked, throughly doubting that she had anything
"Liiiike, ointment?" Cicada said not remembering what was in her cabinets.
"Ointment would be good." she replied
"Should I show you where it is? Or do you think you can find it love?" Cicada purred a little.
“Show me” she replied, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Cicadas face
Cicada smiled taking her hand leading her away to the bathroom, "It's right in here."
She smiled while she opened a cabinet above the sink, searching through it for the ointment she had declared with such certainty she had.
Cicada could see the ointment and pointed it out to Nikki, "It's right there."
Nikki grabbed the ointment and turned around to face Cicada. "Shall we get you cleaned up?" she asked, holding the ointment in the air like it was an award.