Friendly Fire
The salve softened from the heat of his skin, releasing the sweet scent of beeswax, the bite of herbs. Jessica spread it across the raw flesh of his back, while Angelo daydreamed about her lips following the path of her fingers.
"I hope you appreciate this," she said, spoiling the mood.
"Considering the reason for my injuries, it seems the least you could do."
"You could heal yourself."
"We may need my magic tomorrow."
"Not more than we need you," she said, and gasped, as if she hadn't meant the words to escape.
In spite of the pain, Angelo smiled.
Written for 101 Kisses. Theme: #14 - Vaseline (Which doesn't fit into the 'verse; salve is close enough.)
