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FIC: Suture [Guilty Gear – Baiken / Millia (Mature)]
Title: Suture
Fandom: Guilty Gear
Pairing: Baiken / Millia
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 192 – Red
Word Count: 810
Summary: Pre-Xrd. Millia stitches up Baiken after a fight.
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Note: This contains basic medical procedures that are not graphically described, but I felt they merited a warning, nonetheless.
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"You need –" Millia managed the first stitch. "– to take better care –" A second stitch. "– of your body." A third stitch. She tied it off, cut it, and sighed. "I know you've been at this for a long time, Baiken, but you've already got enough scars as it is. If you and I keep traveling together like this, you're going to end up looking like a jigsaw puzzle."
"It doesn't bother me," Baiken demurred, her face stoic as Millia applied a salve to the spot. "You don't seem to mind the scars I already have, and this one's on my back. You won't be able to see it through my kimono."
Millia used two fingers to spread the salve evenly as she said, "You ... aren't always wearing your kimono when you're around me. You know that, right?"
The red-haired samurai started to shrug, decided against it to avoid pulling her new stitches. "If I'm not wearing it, you're not looking at my scars. You're just looking at me." The hint of a smirk at one corner of her mouth – the closest she could get to a smile. "So ... did I overdo it the other night? Hmm? Is that what's getting under your composure?"
"I used to be famous for my composure." As if to prove it, Millia forced her face into the cold expression she always had on the 'Wanted' posters.
"And we used to be friends," Baiken said, not looking over her shoulder at her. "But, if that's changed, I don't see anything wrong with you being flustered." She paused as Millia applied a gauze pad. "Well? Better?"
"You're lucky I know how to treat wounds," Millia scolded, "because I swear your normal method is to just be walk everything off. That's why you always look like you've been in a fight, even if you go weeks or months between them."
Baiken scoffed. "Once upon a time, you'd just say it'd make me look rugged. Did I become a delicate flower to you when I wasn't paying attention?"
"No, it's –" Millia sighed again. "Come on, now. You know I'm not good with sorting out emotions. I'm just a little worried about you, that's all. I know we're both in a dangerous line of work, but that doesn't mean I like to see you getting hurt." She double-checked the gauze pad. "Is there any pain?"
"There's always pain," Baiken said, leaning forward and resting her good arm on the backwards-facing chair on which she was sitting with her back to Millia. "This isn't bad, as pain goes. It'll go away. I don't even need a smoke to take the edge off." Another smirk. "You don't like it when I smoke, anyway. I wish I could convince you to give it a try and see why I like it."
"You do a lot of things that aren't good for either yourself or me." Millia paused again. "Do you mind being topless for a bit? That needs to set."
"Eh, nobody's chasing us right now, so I don't mind." Baiken almost shrugged again, but caught herself before she aggravated her injury. "It's hard to fight when I'm bouncing all over the place." A harsh chortle. "Not that you'd mind. I like to think I've woken up what passes for your wild side."
Millia shook her head. "They bounce around all the time anyway! Maybe if you wore any kind of support under your kimono, they wouldn't do that?"
"Too much of a pain to bind 'em with one hand, so I don't bother." Baiken looked around for her pipe, saw it sitting on a table to her right, just out of reach. "Now, what am I supposed to do while this is setting?"
Millia managed to sit down immediately behind her, the chair barely big enough to accommodate both of them. "Don't ... tease me. I'm right here."
"Taking advantage of an injured woman?" Baiken kept her face calm and even, but Millia did not miss the spark of interest in her good eye.
"Like you said –" Millia leaned forward, her mouth next to her ear. "– nobody's chasing us. And you don't look like you're trying to get away."
"I could." Baiken leaned back as Millia kissed her gently on her neck. "If I wanted to. Or if this bored me." She closed her eye. "But it doesn't."
"It might, one day." Millia held her tightly around her middle.
"Eh, maybe." Baiken reached behind her to touch Millia and muss up her hair, which naturally rearranged itself to avoid her touch. "But, the more we talk about me getting tired of you, the more reasonable it'll sound." Her voice softened. "So shut up. I don't want to be reasonable right now."
"All right, Baiken."
The pain of the injury soon faded into the late afternoon.
END.
Fandom: Guilty Gear
Pairing: Baiken / Millia
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 192 – Red
Word Count: 810
Summary: Pre-Xrd. Millia stitches up Baiken after a fight.
* * * *
Note: This contains basic medical procedures that are not graphically described, but I felt they merited a warning, nonetheless.
* * * *
"You need –" Millia managed the first stitch. "– to take better care –" A second stitch. "– of your body." A third stitch. She tied it off, cut it, and sighed. "I know you've been at this for a long time, Baiken, but you've already got enough scars as it is. If you and I keep traveling together like this, you're going to end up looking like a jigsaw puzzle."
"It doesn't bother me," Baiken demurred, her face stoic as Millia applied a salve to the spot. "You don't seem to mind the scars I already have, and this one's on my back. You won't be able to see it through my kimono."
Millia used two fingers to spread the salve evenly as she said, "You ... aren't always wearing your kimono when you're around me. You know that, right?"
The red-haired samurai started to shrug, decided against it to avoid pulling her new stitches. "If I'm not wearing it, you're not looking at my scars. You're just looking at me." The hint of a smirk at one corner of her mouth – the closest she could get to a smile. "So ... did I overdo it the other night? Hmm? Is that what's getting under your composure?"
"I used to be famous for my composure." As if to prove it, Millia forced her face into the cold expression she always had on the 'Wanted' posters.
"And we used to be friends," Baiken said, not looking over her shoulder at her. "But, if that's changed, I don't see anything wrong with you being flustered." She paused as Millia applied a gauze pad. "Well? Better?"
"You're lucky I know how to treat wounds," Millia scolded, "because I swear your normal method is to just be walk everything off. That's why you always look like you've been in a fight, even if you go weeks or months between them."
Baiken scoffed. "Once upon a time, you'd just say it'd make me look rugged. Did I become a delicate flower to you when I wasn't paying attention?"
"No, it's –" Millia sighed again. "Come on, now. You know I'm not good with sorting out emotions. I'm just a little worried about you, that's all. I know we're both in a dangerous line of work, but that doesn't mean I like to see you getting hurt." She double-checked the gauze pad. "Is there any pain?"
"There's always pain," Baiken said, leaning forward and resting her good arm on the backwards-facing chair on which she was sitting with her back to Millia. "This isn't bad, as pain goes. It'll go away. I don't even need a smoke to take the edge off." Another smirk. "You don't like it when I smoke, anyway. I wish I could convince you to give it a try and see why I like it."
"You do a lot of things that aren't good for either yourself or me." Millia paused again. "Do you mind being topless for a bit? That needs to set."
"Eh, nobody's chasing us right now, so I don't mind." Baiken almost shrugged again, but caught herself before she aggravated her injury. "It's hard to fight when I'm bouncing all over the place." A harsh chortle. "Not that you'd mind. I like to think I've woken up what passes for your wild side."
Millia shook her head. "They bounce around all the time anyway! Maybe if you wore any kind of support under your kimono, they wouldn't do that?"
"Too much of a pain to bind 'em with one hand, so I don't bother." Baiken looked around for her pipe, saw it sitting on a table to her right, just out of reach. "Now, what am I supposed to do while this is setting?"
Millia managed to sit down immediately behind her, the chair barely big enough to accommodate both of them. "Don't ... tease me. I'm right here."
"Taking advantage of an injured woman?" Baiken kept her face calm and even, but Millia did not miss the spark of interest in her good eye.
"Like you said –" Millia leaned forward, her mouth next to her ear. "– nobody's chasing us. And you don't look like you're trying to get away."
"I could." Baiken leaned back as Millia kissed her gently on her neck. "If I wanted to. Or if this bored me." She closed her eye. "But it doesn't."
"It might, one day." Millia held her tightly around her middle.
"Eh, maybe." Baiken reached behind her to touch Millia and muss up her hair, which naturally rearranged itself to avoid her touch. "But, the more we talk about me getting tired of you, the more reasonable it'll sound." Her voice softened. "So shut up. I don't want to be reasonable right now."
"All right, Baiken."
The pain of the injury soon faded into the late afternoon.
END.