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♟: Patching up a wound

It was his fault for trying to show off. At 17 years old, he was hardly some executive chef. Most boys his age just ate 2 week old pizza out the fridge– he knew that much from experience. But the three of them had been living together for a couple months now, and so far, Rebekah had done all of the providing for her guest human. She didn’t necessarily need to eat, but the ceremony created a normalcy they both wanted to Hope– even in her young age.

While Rebekah had tended to the youngest Mikaelson, Jeremy snuck into the kitchen and began his surprise. Steak and potatoes was fairly simple enough, or so he thought. Despite the fact that the vampire’s superior sense of smell would pick up on his cooking almost immediately, the teen had still tried to hurry his preparation to have the meal done before Hope was fully out for her nap. He hurried a little too much, in fact, for partway through sectioning the second potato to boil, Jeremy wasn’t looking where he was cutting and managed to slice the very tip of his finger clean off.

A hiss of a curse slipped through tense lips as he fumbled for a cloth to apply pressure. But before he could, Rebekah had appeared, concern plastered across her face, burp cloth and bottle in hand. His face flushed red as he attempted to hide the crimson embarrassment from sight, and suddenly his shoulders seized when he realized not just who but what was in the room with him. “I’m fine; it’s just a scratch,” excuses fell from his lips as he attempted to laugh, cutting off any sort of worry she was trying to voice. He could feel the blood pulsing in his hand, reverberating a stinging pain throughout his pointer finger.

He heard her sigh his name as he turned away to the sink, but his eyes were focused on the water rushing over his wound. Stupid, stupid, stupid idiot. All he wanted to do was prove he could do something nice for her, after all the stress she was clearly under. Instead, he managed to maim himself and put himself in further harm’s way if she couldn’t– or wouldn’t– keep her supernatural side in check. Above it all, he felt like a fucking fool who couldn’t prep potatoes without nearly losing a appendange.

She was suddenly at his side, a hand on his arm to still his motion. Reluctantly, his gaze lifted until he caught hers, and as nerves took over him, he glanced down momentarily to her lips. “Do you trust me?” His mouth grew dry, and after a moment, he nodded, opening himself up fully to her. The hairs on his arm stood up as the elder vampire carefully reached for his hand, looking over the damage. Jeremy was consciously of how close they were, but tried to remain casual and keep his heart rate in check.

With the blood cleared, Rebekah was able to declare almost immediately that it wouldn’t require stitches, but– “I’m just going to bandage this up, alright?” He thought about arguing with her, insisting that while it was hilarious a self-proclaimed ‘hunter’ couldn’t handle a knife– he could handle a band aid, but something about the way she looked at him had the Gilbert male swallowing back his words.

The silence stretched between them as she worked, and when he finally spoke up, his voice was soft. “This was no exactly the surprise I was going for,” he admitted with a weak chuckle. “If I didn’t owe you a nice dinner before…”

A feminine laugh echoed through the safehouse kitchen as Rebekah shook her head. “Oh, after saving your life, Jeremy,” her accent drawled, lightly dragging a finger on his shoulder as she passed him to the cutting board. “–the least I deserve is a properly cooked steak.” The expression she threw back his way had the boy grinning and moving to her side.

“I’ll follow your lead.”

  1. tetheredtoelena posted this
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