Worthy of Love

She infuriated him! Constantly acting like she knew better. Putting herself in danger, and then barely getting out of it. And then who had to clean up her wounds? He did, even though she constantly told him she didn’t need his help, which was a load.

…Actually it probably wasn’t. He would just sell his soul at any chance that ever came up to touch her. She didn’t want his protection and it drove him mad because all he could wanted to do was give it to her. His thoughts were consumed with her. Every scratch, scrape, wound she ever got tormented him. Every time he saw her face contort in pain his heart stopped. Didn\'t she know that yet?! Who knows, maybe she did half of it just to get those emotions from him, but she should know she could have them no matter what the circumstance.

It drove him insane, in fact that wasn\'t even the word, there was no real word to describe how enraged he was. He didn’t even know where she was right now. She had left to go check a lead before he even got back to assist her. She ALWAYS did this. Now here he was, sitting in their apartment waiting for her to get back, with hopefully no damage done to her body. What a fat chance, there would be of course, there always was.

His eyes darted around the room, searching for what he didn’t know, probably just time to pass by quicker. Then at last he heard her footsteps approaching the door. He turned his chair, so she would be able to see the anger evident in his eyes when she opened it. Hopefully he would be able to keep the glare, but he highly doubted it. He had truly gotten weak.

Her form at last graced the door way, the light from the hall pouring in behind her, illuminating her like an angel. \'A very naughty one who always managed to get herself in trouble\', Amon thought.

“You really should’ve waited. You need to stop doing this!” he yelled at her, standing from his chair, moving toward her. She never moved though. He didn’t understand what was going on with her. Was she testing him. If she was it was working, his patience had run thin. This situation was far too dangerous, especially for her to be out alone. “Are you listening to me? You need to wait…” he stopped short, growing dangerously angry at her for not responding.

And then he heard it, “Amon”
He stopped dead in his tracks. Her voice was laced with tears, and now he was close enough so that he could see her face. Those tears he heard in her voice were now sliding down her face making his heart stop cold. All the blood from his face drained along with his anger as he watched the agony spill down her soft rosy cheeks. Slowly, he didn’t know whether it was time or her, she slid down the door frame slumping to the floor.

His feet didn’t seem to work in time to catch her, but he was at her side instantly as she hit the floor. Her upper body began to slump over, but he caught her gently in his lap, and then he saw it. Along the door frame she had rested upon was a streak of blood…her blood. She had really done it this time.

Carefully he scooped her into his arms, and stood to walk to the bedroom to inspect her wounds properly. Walking into the darkened room he layed her gently on the bed and heard a soft grunt of pain issue from her. Good she was conscious, but he defiantly didn’t like to hear that noise coming from her.

Her arms stayed wrapped around his neck and as he tried to pull away she held tighter.

“No… don’t” she murmured, her soft eyes opening to gaze upon him. His body stopped immediately staying poised above hers. He knew her wounds needed to be tended to, but he could never deny her, which at times like this drove him mad.

Her gaze stayed locked on his, amazingly clear and it seemed to call to him. Gently he lowered himself against her, noting her small whimper at his body’s contact to her own.
“Well… you shouldn’t have gone with out me then.”

Her eyes defiantly burned back at him through the darkness. “Shut up.” she murmured bringing her face up to his to kiss him.

\"This isn\'t the time love,\" he murmured gently against her beconing lips as he tried to back away from her. \"I must tend to this.\"

Her eyes shimmered in the soft moonlight as he gazed upon her lovely face. More tears were welling up in her blue depths, and he ached because he knew now that he was the reason. At times he still didn\'t understand her. She had saved him from himself so long ago, when he was alone and no one cared. But now, it seemed like he was always rescuing her, from herself. He honestly didn\'t understand why.

Gently he hovered back over her, letting his lips graze gently over her eyes as she closed them for his lips. He could taste the saltiness from her tears as he caught them before they could spill. He knew she wanted the contact, and he gave her a little, just enough to keep her satisfied for the moment until he could be closer.

\"Soon...\" he murmured to her, letting her hold onto him once again. Gently he disengaged himself from her arms, and pulled himself fully from the bed. Quickly he made for the bathroom to fetch the supplies he needed for her wounds. It didn\'t take long either, he had been doing it long enough. Hell he wouldn\'t even need to be put through schooling to become a doctor, she had been enough for him to learn on. Quickly he walked back into the room, laying the bandages beside her on the bed as he knelt over her on the bed.

\"You like this shirt?\" he murmured, stroking her hair tenderly. Her eyes narrowed slightly at his tender voice and the words he just spoke to her.
\"You better not Amon\" she whispered as his large hands came to rest upon her chest. Quickly he pulled them away from each other, ripping her shirt in two. Her gasp was one of shock, perhaps a little pain, but mostly shock.

\"I\'ll buy you another.\" he whispered, kissing her soft lips tenderly, seeking to quiet her. It worked too.

He set to work then, inspecting her small scared body for her new wounds. She had had worse, but he didn\'t like the looks of these. A Large gash ran along her side, most likely from a knife. That was the main one, the rest were just knicks and scratches. Thank god. He picked up the needle he had brought with him and filled it with anisethetic, she was definatly going to need stitching. She didn\'t make a sound as he inserted the needle into her, nor did she when he began to sew her up either.

He enjoyed these times with her. No, not the hurt part, but the quiet silence they seemed to enjoy. This was when they were the closest, and while he enjoyed it, it saddened him. He still couldn\'t get through to her sometimes, and then she would things like this. He still, after two years, didn\'t understand her.

A single tear slipped from his eye as he continued his work, and she saw it. Though he was angry with her, his hands were painfully gentle. What was she doing, he cared for her, but why was she so afraid? She was afraid he would leave her, that\'s why she did this, she didn\'t understand. Yet she did, she just didn\'t want to admit it. Her last lover had beaten her when he found out she was a witch, he in fact had turned her in. Those had been the most painful two years of her life, and many nights she had longed for death. Perhaps that\'s why she did this, part of her couldn\'t get out of the past, she was stuck there and didn\'t know how to leave it behind. Could she lean on him? But hadn\'t she taken enough from him already, his time and his affection. He deserved someone better... someone who would treat him right, someone who wasn\'t her.

\"Don\'t you dare.\" he murmured through his tears as he stopped his mending and set his gaze upon hers.
\"But Amon...\"
\"NO! I won\'t stand for this. You are not leaving,\" he yelled, finishing up her stitches. He watched her struggle to sit up to face him. \"You shouldn\'t move...\"
\"Amon, I\'ve hurt you too much...\"
\"Then stop! Let me in.\" he yelled, pulling her into his embrace. He buried his head into her neck, inhaling her scent, reveling in the feel of her skin against his. Her body relaxed, and she began to sob. She had never really cried, not around him, it was always alone. She never really cried when she was hurt either, yes a few tears would escape, but she never showed what she was showing now. Her arms came tightly about him, no doubt causing her pain, and her face was buried against his shoulder, soaking it with her tears.

Her sobbing never quieted as he held her, and he was relieved. She needed this, and he was more than happy to hold her. Maybe now, he could at last be closer to her. She thought she was alone, and he was determined to prove to her that she wasn\'t.

\"Are you afraid... that I\'ll leave... or hurt you... like he did?\" he whispered against her hair. She began to cry harder at his words and he felt the nod of her head. \"I know words aren\'t much, but I honestly wont. Do you know how much I love you?\" he asked her, pulling her into his lab to sit.

Her crying quieted at his last words, and slowly she pulled back to face him. Her eyes stared at him with wonder, and the tears in those eyes only sparkled in surprise as they fell from their prison to fall along her soft cheeks. Her chest heaved as she struggled to quiet herself, but her gaze never left his. Surprise was what that emotion was, surprise and yearning. She opened her mouth to ask, but a slight nod and gentle smile was all that was needed to stop her question.

A smile graced his face, and he brought his large hand up to caress her tear stained face. Those lovely eyes closed in bliss at his soft touch, reveling in the feel of him and his declaration. She had never been loved, and was terrified she never would... but now she was.

She could feel his warm breath upon her face, and his nose brushed gently with hers. Soft lips came to rest upon her own in a tender kiss of affection and warmth. His name escaped from her mouth in a soft whisper as he kissed her once more.

\"Hold me tonight Amon, please?\" she whispered, as his mouth caressed gently over her forehead, laying one single kiss upon her there.

No words were exchanged as he layed back, pulling her to rest at his side. She tucked herself securely in at his side, laying against his strong body for comfort and warmth.

\"I love you too...\" she murmured, as sleep claimed her exhausted form.

A smile played along is strong features, and he wrapped his arms tighter around the body against his own. Content, he let sleep take him over.

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How was that, I had planned to make this chapter a lemon... but i like a little tenderness, know what i mean? te he. anyway, more to come... please review.