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"Christ,"

Afton sighs in anger, sitting at the laptop inside the study of Roxy’s grand mansion. He runs an exhausted hand through his hair, scruffing it out at the back, and looking back at the file, one of the many he had created using both his and Roxy’s data.

The guy was willing to talk, but at a price. Information for information. Afton isn’t normally one to negotiate, with mercs, no less, but his hands were tied. It wasn’t a “dead or alive” type deal anymore. It was play nice, or no info.

"… Fuck." He grumbles in annoyance, taking a drink of the smoothie he had made for himself and Roxy. He wasn’t normally one to drink around Roxy, so he had to make do - plus, mangos and mango juice, plus peaches and strawberries? He had to improvise somehow.

It was then that he heard a knock at the door, which caused his head to perk up at the sudden noise. “Yeah?” He calls out, his tone the usual monotonic and flat one that had remained with him, even around the woman he shared a home with for the past couple of weeks.

She would be a welcome sight. More than just a welcoming sight, in fact, it was exactly what he needed. 

the-fiery-assassin:

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A long, audible groan of annoyance and exhaustion escaped the hunter’s throat when the redhead had snuck into his room.

"…Don’t do it." He mumbles, voice muffled a bit by the pillow he was laying on.

Of course she did, though, and she effectively pinned him to the bed. He looks up at her with tired eyes, brow furrowed in annoyance. “Dammit, Rox,” He says, a small yawn taking over for a moment. When it passed, he sighs, looking up into those sapphire orbs again.

A slight chuckle, and he took the advantage when she paused to think. Quickly thrusting upward, he turns the tables, carefully pinning her against the bed, now.

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"… Yes. I did." He responds, leaning down to give her a loving kiss on the lips. He pulls away, looking down at the assassin with the smallest of smiles, brow quirked upright.

         It was funny— the redhead didn’t mind being pinned down. Well, as long it was by him of course. Plus, she was in a playful mood and didn’t mind it too much. Even though she didn’t really mind it, Roxy squirmed underneath him, brimming with energy. Now that she was at even 80% health, the female was already a handful. What had Afton gotten himself into?

         After a while, though, she gave up and flashed him a fake pout. “Well where were you thinking of going?” she inquired after she was done faking being mad. As the assassin waited for a reply, she traced the outline of his collarbone, seemingly fascinated by it. That’s how she was with Afton in general. It was almost like he was some sort of ancient treasure that she had just procured from the grounds of a mayan temple. To be frank, he was more precious to her than any of that sort of thing. Then she looked back into his eyes and gave him a wide grin. This was happiness in it’s purest form. 

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"Dunno," Replied the hunter, leaning down to plant one more kiss. "There’s a pretty swanky restaurant on the east side of town. Good grub, good atmosphere, so I figured we could head there." 

His voice returns to it’s usual monotonous tone, but the small smirk remains. With a heavy sigh, he places himself down to lay next to the redhead, close enough to where they were touching skin-to-skin.

"Figured after that, we could head downtown where there’s the collection of shops and restaurants along the riverbed… Take a walk down there, as well." He adds, snaking his hand down to intertwine his fingers with hers. Yawning again, he slowly closes his eyes, almost drifting back to sleep.

the-fiery-assassin:

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"Just a bit," He replies, humor in his tone as his mouths quirk up into a small smirk, chuckling a bit. He lovingly returns the multiple kisses, each one giving him the same feeling, the same warm rush over his body as the first time they had kissed - the first time they really kissed.

His hands had snaked their way to her arms, gently rubbing up and down so she would warm up best she could. To be frank, her request caught him by surprise. Of course, earlier she was joking about all of this happening so fast. But she was serious. She absolutely wanted him to be there, around her and with her. He was flattered, really, and it warmed his heart, regardless of his expression not showing it.

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"… Rox." He sighs, scratching at the back of his head. He couldn’t tell her no, and almost didn’t want to. "That’s… Pretty sudden." He admits, taking a moment to think about it. "… I’ll bring some things over, though. Stay here most nights, with you. If it works out, it works out, and I’ll stay. If not, well… We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it."

         A week had passed between the day Roxy had gotten shot, and she could not be happier. Afton had stayed with her nearly the whole week, only going home to grab some of his things. The ravenet had cared for her and nursed her back to health, and now she was as peppy as ever. Now, it was mid-afternoon and the hunter was taking a nap. It was obvious that he had been a bit worn out from the week, since he was with the assassin all the time. 

         Outside of the room, the redhead was losing her patience. Of course she wanted him to get his rest, but she also was in a playful mood. Finally, she gave into temptation and opened the door, jumping on to the bed and crawling on top of him, pinning the man down. “Afffftonnn” Roxy called, poking his cheek until he woke up, a large smile on her face, “I’ve got you, now!” With that last comment, she was playfully referring to him being pinned to the bed.

         Then, she stopped for a moment to think out loud, “Didn’t you say you wanted to go somewhere tonight?

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A long, audible groan of annoyance and exhaustion escaped the hunter’s throat when the redhead had snuck into his room.

"…Don’t do it." He mumbles, voice muffled a bit by the pillow he was laying on.

Of course she did, though, and she effectively pinned him to the bed. He looks up at her with tired eyes, brow furrowed in annoyance. “Dammit, Rox,” He says, a small yawn taking over for a moment. When it passed, he sighs, looking up into those sapphire orbs again.

A slight chuckle, and he took the advantage when she paused to think. Quickly thrusting upward, he turns the tables, carefully pinning her against the bed, now.

"… Yes. I did." He responds, leaning down to give her a loving kiss on the lips. He pulls away, looking down at the assassin with the smallest of smiles, brow quirked upright.

the-fiery-assassin:

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Afton simply watches as the girl in front of him closes the distance, planting her lips against his in what must have been the most sincere and heartfelt gesture he has received in ages.

He didn’t recognize this feeling. It was alien, new, something completely confusing. A fear in his stomach, and a pounding in his heart, as he returned this kiss with as much emotion and as much passion as he could, arms wrapping around the redhead in a protective embrace, refusing to let go even for a minute.

Bliss. That’s what he felt. It was something foreign, but something that he could get used to. With each fleeting second of the kiss, Afton felt wave after wave of pure emotion wash over his being, completely take over his actions, returning the passionate kiss with love affection.

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The pain in her eyes caused his own blue orbs to soften, looking at her with an unmoving gaze. For a moment, he was afraid to reply. He couldn’t make that promise. In their line of work, there was always a price, and there was always danger. There was never a guarantee that you’d make it home from a bounty or contract alive.

"… Rox, I…"

He trails off, not wanting to lie to her. But he knew this was something important to her, something that she needed. Just by explaining to him that she couldn’t lose anyone else, that simple explanation let Afton know exactly how serious she was, and exactly how scared she felt.

He was never afraid of death. Never welcomed it, but never feared it. But after looking into those eyes that were blue as the ocean, those eyes that looked to him with pure, raw emotion… He couldn’t go down without a fight. He had something to fight for, someone to fight for.

… I promise, Rox.

         When he promised, a weight lifted off her shoulders. Not all the fear was gone, of course, seeing as she knew there were promises that could be broken. As long as she had something to do with it, nothing would break that promise. Her grip on his shirt tightened a bit as she continued to feel tears run down her face. However, it didn’t take long for them to dry up. 

         ”You must think I’m insane… Protecting you from a bullet, making you take care of me, kissing you, and then making you promise to never leave..” Roxy couldn’t help but chuckle a little with a shaky voice. Looking into his eyes, she kissed him again, and again, and again. Each had the same love behind it as their very first one. Frankly, she couldn’t help herself. It had been so long since she felt this way about anybody, and she would savor every moment. Then, a thought hit her. “W-will you move in with me? I mean I have this huge house and no one to share it with… I want to share it with you.” The assassin knew that it was very sudden, but she didn’t care. She needed a way to watch over him at all times, to protect him at all times. 

         As she asked the question, the redhead’s face flushed. What if he said no? She wouldn’t be too surprised, really. Who would want to move in with someone after knowing them for less than 24 hours?

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"Just a bit," He replies, humor in his tone as his mouths quirk up into a small smirk, chuckling a bit. He lovingly returns the multiple kisses, each one giving him the same feeling, the same warm rush over his body as the first time they had kissed - the first time they really kissed.

His hands had snaked their way to her arms, gently rubbing up and down so she would warm up best she could. To be frank, her request caught him by surprise. Of course, earlier she was joking about all of this happening so fast. But she was serious. She absolutely wanted him to be there, around her and with her. He was flattered, really, and it warmed his heart, regardless of his expression not showing it.

"… Rox." He sighs, scratching at the back of his head. He couldn’t tell her no, and almost didn’t want to. "That’s… Pretty sudden." He admits, taking a moment to think about it. "… I’ll bring some things over, though. Stay here most nights, with you. If it works out, it works out, and I’ll stay. If not, well… We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it."

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"I don’t know what you want.. But I am in no mood to deal with foolishness."

"Well, ain’t you a bucket full of sunshine. What’s got you in a bad mood, kiddo?" 

the-fiery-assassin:

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The hunter wasn’t surprised when Roxy had responded negatively to his initial denial - rather, he shouldn’t have been surprised. But he was somewhat relieved to see that she had taken a better turn when he crept in behind her.

His eyes were closed, and he payed little attention to anything, save for keeping the girl warm and safe. But, when she seemed to repeat his nickname, his eyes fluttered open, observing the face before him.

The look in her eyes. The blush that crept on her face, and the simple way she looked at him all spoke so much to him. It told him more than words would. Especially when she asks him to call her by the moniker once again.

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"… Rox.

Instinct. Pure instinct caused him to repeat her name, allow it to roll off of his tongue like silk, regardless of his low, gruff voice. The word seemed to carry himself forward, face leaning in towards her, eyes observing hers intently.

His lips purse, and he moves closer. But he hesitates. For some unknown reason, he raises his head, giving her a quick, affectionate kiss on the bridge of her nose. Although, his face was still rather close to hers.

"… Rox.

         And there it was. The nickname that her parents had given her as a young child. Out of all the names he could have picked, it happened to be that one. The affectionate kiss on the nose was more than enough to understand now. Placing her hands on both sides of his face, she looked deep into his eyes before moving upward to place a loving kiss on his lips. This time there was no game, no challenge. It was real.

         As their lips were locked, she caressed his face gently, every movement brimming with her endearment. Slowly, the redhead wrapped her arms around him, ending up grasping at the back of his shoulder blades. Roxy couldn’t help but want him closer after feeling something she hadn’t felt in a decade— because of him. Sure, she may have found him caring or attractive before, but now…The absolute need to protect Afton and keep him by her side was unbelievable. 

         Eventually, the redhead pulled away again to look in his eyes. “D-don’t you ever leave me..” she whispered before placing her forehead on his shoulder. “Promise me you won’t go. Promise.” Now, her voice was brimming with emotion as her hands grasped at his shirt. “Please… I..I’m not strong enough to lose anyone else.” Tears fell onto the fabric of his garment, probably soaking through the thin material. The drops of salt water were caused from the extreme fear that death would carry him away from her, like it had with everyone else. This time, she would protect him with everything she had, even if he didn’t want her to— or die trying. There was no going back now.

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Afton simply watches as the girl in front of him closes the distance, planting her lips against his in what must have been the most sincere and heartfelt gesture he has received in ages.

He didn’t recognize this feeling. It was alien, new, something completely confusing. A fear in his stomach, and a pounding in his heart, as he returned this kiss with as much emotion and as much passion as he could, arms wrapping around the redhead in a protective embrace, refusing to let go even for a minute.

Bliss. That’s what he felt. It was something foreign, but something that he could get used to. With each fleeting second of the kiss, Afton felt wave after wave of pure emotion wash over his being, completely take over his actions, returning the passionate kiss with love affection.

The pain in her eyes caused his own blue orbs to soften, looking at her with an unmoving gaze. For a moment, he was afraid to reply. He couldn’t make that promise. In their line of work, there was always a price, and there was always danger. There was never a guarantee that you’d make it home from a bounty or contract alive.

"… Rox, I…"

He trails off, not wanting to lie to her. But he knew this was something important to her, something that she needed. Just by explaining to him that she couldn’t lose anyone else, that simple explanation let Afton know exactly how serious she was, and exactly how scared she felt.

He was never afraid of death. Never welcomed it, but never feared it. But after looking into those eyes that were blue as the ocean, those eyes that looked to him with pure, raw emotion… He couldn’t go down without a fight. He had something to fight for, someone to fight for.

… I promise, Rox.

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  • “I just really need to have you here right now.”
  • “Didn’t you see what I did!?”
  • “Oh fuck. Oh FUCK.”
  • “Please come get me.”
  • “Where are you!?”
  • “I’m coming, just sit tight!”
  • “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”
  • “I can’t breathe!”
  • “You don’t have to stay.”

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Afton is woken up upon feeling her jolt to the side, eyes slowly opening to make sure the light isn’t totally blinding. He feels the bed begin to shake, and glances up at the redhead.

She is shivering like she just stepped foot in the bloody arctic, looking around confused as all hell. She reached towards him, and when her hands touch his inked arm, she’s cold as the grave.

Hold you?

He looks at the girl with a quizzical look. Any ounce of fear in her eyes are gone, replaced with confusion. He looks down at the stack of blankets at the foot of her bed, and sighs, standing up.

"Here," He sighs, grabbing a blanket, unfolding it, and draping it over her. He leans over her for a moment to observe her bandages, and they didn’t look as if they were bleeding anymore. Good. Giving her arms a few quick rubs to warm her up, he sits back down on the chair, observing her intently.

"… You’re freezing," He says softly. To be brutally honest, and Afton doesn’t want to be, he feels bad for denying her request. He’s tempted to sit next to her, keep her warm so she doesn’t feel so damn cold, so confused.

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"…"

Wordlessly, and with a stoic expression, he stands up, and stares at her for what seemed like eons, midnight blue orbs refusing to break contact with her sapphire eyes. In swift movements, he climbs onto the bed, sitting behind her and pulling her close to his person. He positions her carefully, in between his legs and wrapping his arms around her torso, careful not to disturb her wound.

"… Body heat. Good idea." He murmurs from behind, his breath tickling the nape of her neck. He moves his head to the side, grabbing the blanket and draping it over the two of them for a little extra warmth.

"Don’t fight it, Rox. Just… Stay there, and don’t move around a whole bunch. You’ll open up your stitches."

         As he moved about the room, Roxy simply followed him with her eyes, seriously disappointed as he denied her request. After having swallowed her pride to even ask, he doesn’t even say anything? Just ignores it? Almost in an upset manner, she bats the blanket away and turns to the other side. A voice behind her remarks that she is freezing. “No shit.” the redhead replied in a feisty tone. 

         But then, something happened that she did not expect. Hearing him get up, she lifted her head to look at what he was doing. Was he moving closer? A bright blush covered her face as the ravenet pulled her near him. He was so warm… Well, compared to her at least. It had genuinely surprised her that he ended up doing what she requested. Not only that, but he called her by a different name— a nickname. “Rox?” she repeated, taken aback by the sudden affectionate gesture. It wasn’t bad.. To be honest, it made her heart flutter, and she ignored all of his other words. “C-can you say that again?” Now, her features were as read as her hair.

         While the female waited, she shifted herself so that she could look at his face, wanting to see what type of face he had made when he said that name. Was it in a brother-sister way? Was it in a friend way? Was it… More than that? Biting her lip nervously, she locked eyes with him, honestly curious beyond belief at this point. No one had ever had a nickname for her other than her parents. 

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The hunter wasn’t surprised when Roxy had responded negatively to his initial denial - rather, he shouldn’t have been surprised. But he was somewhat relieved to see that she had taken a better turn when he crept in behind her.

His eyes were closed, and he payed little attention to anything, save for keeping the girl warm and safe. But, when she seemed to repeat his nickname, his eyes fluttered open, observing the face before him.

The look in her eyes. The blush that crept on her face, and the simple way she looked at him all spoke so much to him. It told him more than words would. Especially when she asks him to call her by the moniker once again.

"… Rox.

Instinct. Pure instinct caused him to repeat her name, allow it to roll off of his tongue like silk, regardless of his low, gruff voice. The word seemed to carry himself forward, face leaning in towards her, eyes observing hers intently.

His lips purse, and he moves closer. But he hesitates. For some unknown reason, he raises his head, giving her a quick, affectionate kiss on the bridge of her nose. Although, his face was still rather close to hers.

"… Rox.

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"That’s a good question. Usually I’m the only person that decides to hide out here, so: What did you do?”

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"You hide here? This isn’t really the most private place, man. Who knows what I did, as far as I know, nothin’!”

"Kinda like hiding in plain sight. People see you, but don’t bother you… Anyway, seems like you’re safe. Doesn’t seem like anyone’s after you anymore. If there were people after you, in the first place?"

the-fiery-assassin:

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"Yes, you do, dammit," Afton scoffs in response, shaking his head at the girl’s stubborn attitude. "Now ain’t the time to be so damn stubborn, Roxy. Keep bleedin’ like this…"

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He doesn’t finish his sentence. All he does is find the necessary tools for cleaning the wound, stopping the blood, and stitching it up. He looks up at her when she speaks again, and her ragged, injured form is almost scary, to him. He had seen death plenty of times, but he had never seen someone so damn afraid to admit it.

"Roxy, look at me," He orders, cupping her chin in his hand once again, forcing her to make eye contact. "You are not going to die. Ya hear me?”

His worry only accelerated when she fell into him, and his anxiety began to kick in, a panic attack on the bridge of his mind.

Was she really going to die? Right here, in front of him, after all he’s done?

No, god dammit.

Carefully setting her down onto the couch, he continues to address her wound while she is unconscious. Damn, it was a mess. Having to reclean the wound was a pain in the ass, checking once more to make sure she had no internal injuries.

Applying the stitches was even more of a hassle, especially after forcing his hands to stop shaking. Sweat dropped from his brow, and his eyes burned from not having blinked, not wanting to even risk fucking this up.

He sits back and lets out a long, relieved sigh when he finishes, applying fresh bandages. But, he knew that wasn’t going to be enough. He knew that that wasn’t going to be the end of it. That she’ll wake up feeling good as new.

She was so damn stubborn, and it really pissed him off how all he did was try to get her to just take care of herself for five damn minutes. 

… But he’d be damned if let her die after all of this. He wouldn’t allow that. Not if he could do anything about it.

Carefully, he once again picks her up bridal style, searching for her room for a few minutes. He found what he could only assume was her bedroom. Without a second thought, he walked inside, placing her under the covers, but being sure to place a towel under her, should any blood from the bandages seep out.

After all of that, he seemed so damn tired. Maybe it wasn’t physical so much as emotional exhaustion, but he needed a nap. So, he pulled up a chair from the corner of the room, placing it next to her bed, and made himself comfortable.

Soon, a much needed sleep fell over him, using the edge of her bed for a little bit of comfort by crossing his arms over the sheets and laying his head in his arms.

         After more than a few hours, the assassin’s blue eyes fluttered open and wandered around the room. How did she get in here? More importantly, how was she even still alive? At this point, she felt too weak to protest sitting in her bed like this. Sitting back, all of a sudden the redhead noticed another person sort of half-lying on her bed. For a minute, she freaked out, jumping to the side as a result of the adrenaline. However, it didn’t take her long to realize who he was. After all that loss of blood, it seemed like she couldn’t think straight. 

         Another side affect she was quick to notice was how cold she felt. Roxy started to shiver slightly as she became more and more aware of it. Because of the massive loss of blood, the fluid that once kept her body warm was gone, which resulted in her feeling like she was going to freeze. 

         Maybe it was because she wasn’t thinking right, but maybe it was because she wanted it, the young woman shook Afton slightly. Surely he could feel her shivering before she could even say anything. “A-Afton, I’m cold. Please hold me…” Honestly, it took a lot to swallow her pride and ask him that, knowing that it would probably be the quickest way to warm up (purposely ignoring the obvious blankets at the end of her bed). Plus, she had been near death so much lately that being held wouldn’t be such a bad thing, right? Roxy would never admit it, but all she wanted was to be comforted— for what, she didn’t even know. 

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Afton is woken up upon feeling her jolt to the side, eyes slowly opening to make sure the light isn’t totally blinding. He feels the bed begin to shake, and glances up at the redhead.

She is shivering like she just stepped foot in the bloody arctic, looking around confused as all hell. She reached towards him, and when her hands touch his inked arm, she’s cold as the grave.

Hold you?

He looks at the girl with a quizzical look. Any ounce of fear in her eyes are gone, replaced with confusion. He looks down at the stack of blankets at the foot of her bed, and sighs, standing up.

"Here," He sighs, grabbing a blanket, unfolding it, and draping it over her. He leans over her for a moment to observe her bandages, and they didn’t look as if they were bleeding anymore. Good. Giving her arms a few quick rubs to warm her up, he sits back down on the chair, observing her intently.

"… You’re freezing," He says softly. To be brutally honest, and Afton doesn’t want to be, he feels bad for denying her request. He’s tempted to sit next to her, keep her warm so she doesn’t feel so damn cold, so confused.

"…"

Wordlessly, and with a stoic expression, he stands up, and stares at her for what seemed like eons, midnight blue orbs refusing to break contact with her sapphire eyes. In swift movements, he climbs onto the bed, sitting behind her and pulling her close to his person. He positions her carefully, in between his legs and wrapping his arms around her torso, careful not to disturb her wound.

"… Body heat. Good idea." He murmurs from behind, his breath tickling the nape of her neck. He moves his head to the side, grabbing the blanket and draping it over the two of them for a little extra warmth.

"Don’t fight it, Rox. Just… Stay there, and don’t move around a whole bunch. You’ll open up your stitches."

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