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“Oh my god, Lisa!” Carla shouts, rushing to the door from where she’d been pacing around the living room. She’d already gotten ready for bed, needing to pass the time while the hours ticked by and Lisa still hadn’t come home, standing in her short silk pyjamas.
“It’s worse than it looks, darling. Promise.”
Her hair is loose in the usually tight bun she wears. There’s a gash on her forehead, encrusted with blood. It’s dripped down her cheek, onto the collar of her crisp white shirt and along the top buttons, staining dark red where it’s made contact. Her bottom lip is split, swollen and has also been bleeding. Carla’s eyes rake over her body, land on her hands where the knuckles are scraped and bruised.
“What happened, Lis? Have you been checked out? Who did this to you?”
“Some idiot thought he could overpower me while I was cuffing him. He got in a good couple of punches before I managed to stop him. I’ve been checked out. No concussion or anything, just a bit of blood loss.”
“A bit? Looks like you’ve lost half of your blood down that shirt!” she says, tugging at the corner of the collar where it’s clean. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, my love.”
Lisa allows Carla to pull her along to the bathroom, her hand gripping Lisa’s loosely for fear of pressing against her sore knuckles. She sits Lisa down on the edge of the bath, grabs a flannel from the cupboard and wets it with cold water. She gingerly presses it against Lisa’s lip, soothing the sting of it. Lisa flinches slightly before relaxing at the feel of the cool compress.
“Sorry, angel,” Carla mumbles, running a soothing hand through her hair where it isn’t bloody and matted. She pulls the flannel away, places it down, cups Lisa’s face. She bends forwards, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”
Carla turns the taps on, starts the bath running, before pulling Lisa into a standing position. Her hands come to the buttons of her shirt and she looks up at Lisa, asking permission to start unbuttoning it. Lisa nods to her, smiling softly. Carla pushes it off her shoulders, kisses the bare skin there. She removes Lisa’s bra next, before reaching for the button of her trousers. She lets them fall to the floor, pushes Lisa’s underwear down her legs, and pulls both off along with her socks. Carla tests the temperature of the bath before turning the taps off, helping Lisa step in and settle into the water before kneeling by the side of the bath.
Lisa sighs as she lies back, the warm water soothing her aching muscles from fighting against a man twice her size. Carla grabs the flannel she’d used on Lisa’s lip, dunks it into the water, bringing it up to wash the blood from her face. Lisa hisses when Carla dabs at the gash on her forehead and Carla shushes her, cupping her cheek and rubbing her thumb over the skin there. When the wound is all clean, Carla tosses the bloodied flannel into the hamper to be dealt with later, begins to wash Lisa.
“Just relax, darling. I’ve got you.”
She washes Lisa gently and cautiously, wary of hurting her. Lisa moans at the careful attention, the feeling of Carla’s hands moving over her body causing heat to pool between her legs.
“Feels so good,” she sighs, head lolling back, her arms coming to rest on the sides of the bath.
“Good, baby,” Carla husks, eyes dropping to where Lisa’s nipples poke out of the water. Lisa sits up to watch Carla, taking in the way her eyes are moving up and down her body, the way she licks her lips when they get to Lisa’s breasts.
“You know where I need some real attention?” Lisa asks, rolling her shoulders backwards and pushing her chest out.
“Hm? Sorry, got distracted there. Where, darling? What hurts?”
“They don’t hurt, per se. I just need your hands on them.”
“Where?” Carla breathes, eyes lighting up in realisation.
“Here, baby,” Lisa says, pulling Carla’s hands to her chest. She tweaks Lisa’s nipples with her thumbs, causing Lisa to arch her back into her hands. “Fuck, Carla. I feel so much better already.”
“Good, I wanna make you feel good.”
She plays with Lisa’s nipples, gently twisting and pulling them, teasing her fingertips over the sensitive skin around them. She scrapes a nail over the edge of them, driving Lisa wild, hips bucking under the water.
“Please, darling. Please touch me.”
“Where, angel?” Carla asks, feigning ignorance, like she doesn’t know exactly where Lisa wants her fingers.
“My- fuck!” she shouts as Carla pinches a nipple. “My clit, please.”
“So polite, sweet girl. So good for me,” Carla coos, trailing her hand down Lisa’s stomach to the blonde hair between her legs, fingers teasing over the skin of her inner thigh. She skims them back up to Lisa’s clit, rubbing loose circles against it.
“So good,” Lisa mumbles.
Carla builds her up slowly, switching between rubbing slow circles and stroking it up and down, pace constantly changing. When Carla can tell she’s close, she slows her fingers down, dragging out Lisa’s pleasure.
“Carla, please, don’t tease me,” she whines, undulating her hips to chase Carla’s fingers.
“Patience, my love. I want you to feel good, distract you from the pain.”
“You’re doing such a good job, baby. But please, I need to come,” Lisa begs, reaching down into the water to press her hand over Carla’s. Carla lets her guide her fingers, watching on in awe as she fucks herself with them. The sight of Lisa biting down on the uninjured side of her lip, brows pinched together, while she grinds into Carla’s fingers has Carla pressing her legs together tightly.
Lisa’s orgasm washes over her entire body, her stomach clenching tightly, toes curling under the water.
“You okay, darling?” Carla asks after a moment, using her dry hand to stroke Lisa’s head, avoiding her injury.
“Mmh,” Lisa responds, eyes slipping shut. “M’tired though.”
“Come on then, sleepyhead. Let’s get you to bed.”
Carla stands, stretches out her numb legs, before leaning down to help Lisa stand. She wraps her in a towel before pulling the plug out of the bath, allowing the red-tinged water to drain away. Carla pushes Lisa towards the bedroom, guiding her with a hand on her lower back. She pats her dry before heading over to the drawer and pulling out some boxers and a t-shirt. She dresses Lisa in them, presses a gentle kiss to her lips before steering her towards the bed.
Carla gets under the covers, switches off the lamp, and turns to Lisa. She’s already asleep, a pout on her face, her cheek pressed into the pillow. Carla tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and she stirs, lifting her head to press against Carla’s chest. Carla puts an arm around her, squeezes her tight.
“G’night, Lis. I love you.”
“Love you,” Lisa mumbles, already back asleep before she finished her sentence. Carla laughs fondly, huffing a little breath out of her nose, before pulling the duvet higher over Lisa’s shoulders. She wants to protect her, keep her safe from the outside world and anyone who dare to hurt her, uses the duvet like a safety blanket to cocoon them.