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tender cuts — leon kennedy. drabble benjebekndk, based on this writing prompt request.

you go to move back along the ledge, but leon’s hands easily find themselves on your hips pulling you back. “leon, really. it’s fine. i’m barely scratched up.”

“yeah, well, your face’s telling a different story.” he says pointedly, making sure your legs stayed wide around his hips. “just relax…and let me take care of you.” he mutters, shifting closer.

leon had always been one to keep an eye on your occasional injuries, making sure they weren’t fatal or getting infected. and every time you said how you could easily take care of them on your own, you’d find yourself in a position for his benefit. his hands tending to your cuts and wounds. no argument was good enough in his eyes.

“am i terrible at treating myself, is that it?” you ask, finally letting him tilt your head how he needed, to dab at a cut on your forehead. “something like that.” he distractedly mutters making a mix of a scoff and a chuckle leave your lips.

he wipes at a rather deep cut making your teeth clench in a wince. “hold still. this might sting a little.” leon says, catching your gaze. “you don’t say.” you breathe, clenching your knuckles around the edge of the ledge until they slightly discolour.

leon seems to notice your tense body, his careful gaze taking note of your clenched hands. and without warning, and further deciding on his part, he grabs your wrist, resting your hand on his chest, silently letting you use his shirt as a pain reliever. you slightly look up at him at that, the position meaning he stood tall in front of you.

leon shifts to tend to a cut on your lower lip, tilting your chin up, as you feel his hips graze against your thighs. “you must be like this with all your companions along the way.” you smile as much as you can, without stretching your lips too wide. leon’s gaze pauses on your lips a moment, his thumb coming to brush on the underside of your lower lip.

he was only checking the cut. that was his only reason for brushing the pad of his thumb even further along the tender flesh. “you think so?” he asks, his tone lower than before. you can feel your heart pick up a quicker beat, drowning out some of the outside noises. “i’d assume so, yeah.”

“well, maybe you should work on your assumptions then.” he mutters. was he always this close? you can feel your hand clenched around his shirt. you can also feel the drift of his hand, coming to rest on your thigh. “really? i mean come on, you are a rather helpful person. if there’s someone in need, you’re there to help” though now your tone is beginning to match his.

“but i don’t normally find myself in…this kind of position with them.” he mutters, glancing down at your practically conjoined hips. you can feel your face slightly heating up at that as you force a chuckle.

“don’t say that like it’s my fault.” you say. but when you glance back leon’s still looking down, his hand on your thigh beginning to make absentminded patterns, or what you assumed to be absentminded. but from what leon was saying about how your “assumptions” usually prove to be wrong, your mind wavers.

leon’s brows slightly furrow, pausing a moment. “can i just…” but he drifts off, leaving your own brows to furrow. you tilt your head down trying to catch his gaze. “what?” leon looks back to you, his gaze getting caught up in your cuts again.

“next time, let me handle them.” he seems to rethink his words, choosing to say this instead. you raise your brows, reaching forward and tapping under his chin. “and what? let you take all the glory?” your smile is back. and leon’s heart is beating. from your smile to the feel of your fingers under his chin he doesn’t really know how to feel.

“now…will you let me stand? i need to check my rounds.” you ask, lowering your hand. leon stays in place a moment, his hand actually aching to tighten around your thigh, but he brushes the thought to stay, and possibly lean closer away, as he manages to step back. but he still slips his arm around your back, helping you down. because even if his emotions stay conflicted, nothing is going to stop him from staying right by your side.

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