ishisstrength | CLOSED [Thomas & Justine] Get Well PSL

Justine had mixed feelings about Harry. He was Thomas’s brother and she knew that Thomas loved him but whenever Thomas returned from helping Harry he was always in a poor state. Knowing this, she had made sure that she could touch him and had left the first aid kit out on the coffee table. She might not need it but Justine preferred to be prepared.

When Thomas returned she had convinced him to sit on the couch and allow her to look at him. He was handsome, he always was, but she could also tell that he was also tired. Thin pale fingers brushed over his forehead, placing silky black strands of hair behind his ear before trailing along the curve of his neck. Justine enjoyed the moments where she could touch him, even if they never lasted.

"What am I going to do with you?" She whispered softly, a fond smile touching her lips. "We should get you out of these clothes and cleaned up."

Justine was dressed in a loose blouse and a skirt. She rarely dressed as casually as Thomas did though she had a few t-shirts that he had bought her that she wore around the apartment.

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Helping Harry usually meant pain, blood, gore, and explosions. Never in that order, but Thomas had learned over the years that his little brother's luck was worst than cursed. And even though he more often not ended up paying for it in one way or another, not helping never occurred to Thomas.

Harry was family, the only family he never had to worry about stabbing him in the back and who always helped him, even if he was already busy.

So what if his pale skin now looked like a bad finger paint mural? Harry had it worse. And no luscious nurse to take care of him.

"I could think of a million things, honestly," he teased. "But they'd all require moving. Not wise just yet."

Dark eyes smiled at him as she slipped gracefully next to him on the sofa. She gently brushed a bit of dark hair from his forehead before lightly pressing her lips to his temple. She loved touching him though she had no interest in hurting him further.

A soft hum pulled pleasantly from her chest as she moved so her dark eyes met his stormy gray ones. "What hurts the most?" She asked in a warm tone. Pain and injury was a common enough occurrence that Justine wasn't worried. She knew he'd live which was more than others could say.

Justine would address his most pain wounds first or she could lightly pamper him with affection. It was whatever Thomas preferred since, for today, he was her patient.

He hummed softly at the feel of her lips touching his head. The lack of searing pain meant she'd been planning ahead. "I am the luckiest man in the world."

He probably would've sounded more convincing if he wasn't trying to hold his whole left side in, but that was just being lucky at this point.

"Ribs. Heard them crack about an hour ago. Charity Carpenter taped them, but that doesn't really help after the initial relief."

He should know. This wasn't the first time he experienced this, but it never got better. He liked it when Justine played nursemaid though.

"Gonna cut me free?"

A smile pulled across her lips as she looked down at him. Her fingers affectionately brushing his long dark hair behind his ear. She'd argue that she was the luckiest woman in the world though that's the sort of argument that would have no end.

"I'll free you." She pressed her lips against his neck before settling beside him and reaching for the small medical scissors in her first aid kit.

Her fingers were gentle but moved with purpose as she removed his shirt and began to cut threw the wrapping. Justine has had enough practice that she didn't have to worry about accidentally nipping him with the scissors. She gathered the folds of tape in her hand when she was done and placed them out of the way on the coffee table.

"Better?" Her voice was soft as she began to inspect his side, her fingers brushing against his skin to feel the tenderness of the wound.

"Depends on your definition of the word better," he responded with a grunt of pain. His ribs were purple and it was obvious where he'd been punched by a damn troll. And if the Unseelie creature wasn't burned to an absolute crisp already, Thomas would reconsider going back to put about ten bullets from his Desert Eagle in his skull.

But, he was dead. As are a lot of other things that joined him in a bid to take out Harry.

Under the pain, however, he could feel Justine's light touch and a thrill of electric desire traversed up his spine. "It could be a lot better, you know."

He slid his hand up her skirt, brushing his fingertips against her thigh until he could grasp her naked hip. "Being with you is a start, though."

Justine's mouth twitched into a soft smirk. "In less pain?" Her dark eyes glimmer with warmth as meets the heat of his gaze. It didn't take any effort for Justine to read into Thomas's remarks. He rarely had to use full sentences for her to know what he was going to say.

"Is it?" She shifted and leaned towards the delicious heat of his touch. "Then let me heal you."

She lightly dragged her teeth along his jaw before pressing a light kiss against the corner of his mouth. Justine knew one thing that will help Thomas heal.

Of course she'd rather he not get injured in the first place but that couldn't be helped whenever he went off with Harry. More often then not, Justine was simply happy that he was alive after the fact. Harry didn't know how much Thomas truly did for him.

Thomas was more than just a little lucky to have alover so good to him as Justine. The fact that she'd gone from doe to someone he didn't want to live without was rare enough as it is. After discovering how much their feelings for one another ran, there were a few weeks where he cursed his father and his own luck that he hadn't met her earlier. That he been denied an easy existence like Imani.

But, then again, if that had happened, he wouldn't really have his brother or the life that he currently enjoyed either. So, he'd have to take things as they were instead of wishing for them to be different.

When she kissed his face, he let out a soft, pleased moan. Already, just her touch was helping him. While she might be just a human, she was absolutely perfect as she was and he didn't want anything differently.

"The next time my brother," he managed coherently before pulling her in for a deep kiss, twining his tongue around hers for long seconds, "remind me to tell him no."

Justine slipped into his lap, careful not to put pressure on his ribs or bruises. It was a difficult task but one that she managed with grace and relative ease. Her fingers intertwined in his silky dark hair, tugging just enough to feel the pleasant pressure on his scalp.

The kiss was deep and greedy, matched in strength and eagerness as their tongues twisted together in a familiar dance. She smiled against his lips as his spoke and whispered a sweet reply. "I will have words with him next time. To keep you safe." Then she was done talking, returning to his kiss and the heat of his touch.

Thomas wouldn't deny his little brother anything but Justine would continue to protect him in whatever way she could. Even if that meant threatening Harry to look after Thomas better.

It wouldn't be the first time she'd threatened or blackmailed Harry.

Her fingers slowly released his hair and danced lovingly down his spine. Her touches were light and careful. She'd wait for him to be fully healed before she let things get too rough. Justine didn't want Thomas hurting himself more.

CLOSED [Thomas & Justine] Get Well PSL

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