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“Oh? You’re back.”
Doctor tilts his head to the side, eyeing you in the way a crow eyes carrion. It sends warmth through you, delighted that he has remembered you. It’s not new; you’ve been here four times this week, and he has recognized you each time. Still, you can’t help but feel special. He sees so many faces each day, after all.
“I suppose my condition must require a lot of attention.” You murmur, and he settles you into the chair you’ve grown familiar with. Your wrists are strapped down, and you wiggle slightly in anticipation.
“Your heart rate is steadily increasing.” Doctor comments, leaning in to stare at you through the lenses of his mask. “Shall I begin testing?”
“Yes, Doctor.” You say, trying to remain as normal as possible about the whole situation. This medical poking and prodding, with such steady attention focused solely on you, has absolutely smitten you. Sure, Doctor is not one for sweet little compliments or gentle, comforting touches. He’s rather the opposite. But something about him has drawn you in.
“Such a strong pulse.” He murmurs, leaning in closer.
“Are you going to give me another injection?” You ask. He’d done so each day you’d visited, and it never failed to soothe the infatuated pounding of your heart.
“No.” He says, then continues slowly. “I am worried what too much may do to you.”
“Mh, I trust you, Doctor.” You say, eyelids lowering. He regards you for a moment, then crouches in front of you.
“Have you eaten anything today?” He asks.
“Coffee.” You wince, glancing away at how close he’s gotten.
He makes a displeased sound, rumbling in a way that warms your stomach. He turns away from you, rummaging around before turning back to offer you what looks like a meaty stew.
“Oh, Doctor, but my hands are all tied up.” You purr, then bite your lip as you look up at him. “Feed it to me?”
He is still as a statue for a moment, then nods shortly, raising the spoon to your lips. You take it with no hesitation, sighing softly and letting your eyes flutter closed. When he takes the spoon back, you open your eyes again.
“Did you make it?” You ask.
“No. Pierrot usually does the cooking.” He replies, raising the spoon to your lips again. The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, Doctor feeding you and you accepting what he gives you without question.
When the bowl is empty, you watch as he puts it away, then walks back over to you. “Our time is up. I must asses the next patient soon.”
You sigh wistfully, rubbing your wrists slightly as he frees them. “I… want to stay with you longer. Is there no way I can?”
He looks down at you, tilting his head slightly. “Why?”
“I love how you look after me. And how you notice every little detail about me. How you can… read my body so well.” You say, then glance aside. “I want you to read my body more thoroughly. To… properly have me at your disposal.”
He cups your cheek, seeming bothered, or perhaps upset. “Are you sure you didn’t eat anything earlier?”
“Mh, like I said, unfortunately just coffee.” You say, raising your hand to hold his against your cheek.
He flinches so subtly, you almost don’t see it. “And you didn’t have even a nibble of the food here?”
“I only took what you gave me.” You say, voice quiet, almost teasing. It’s easy to see the double meaning in your words, and Doctor’s fingers tremble as he seems to understand.
He kneels in front of you again, looking into your eyes. His thumb brushes gently against your lower lip. He’s quiet for an almost uncomfortable length of time, and you feel anxiety stir up inside you at the stretch of silence. Perhaps you have been too bold.
“Here. Take this ticket.” He finally says, producing a cyan ticket.
“Hm? No, no, I’m still able to pay for entry. It’s fine!” You say quickly.
“This is a special ticket.” Doctor says, placing it in your hand despite your refusal. “You will be back tomorrow, yes?”
You hold the ticket close to you, as if shielding it. “Yes.”
He nods shortly, satisfied with your answer. He leads you to the entrance of his tent, waving briefly as you depart.
You’re unsure what Doctor has planned for you, but the ideas that flit around in your head have you blushing.
Today, when you present your ticket, Ticket Taker seems surprised. “Well, well, it seems you’ve managed to become a VIP! Please, enjoy your visit today as well.”
You try not to feel too flustered, pocketing your punched ticket and making your way through the circus. You’d seen a few of the performances and had gone on a few rides, but your poor lovesick heart is too giddy to see Doctor. You head straight to his tent, delighted to see that the attendant seems to be waiting for a visitor to approach.
You fill out the form as always before heading inside. Right away, Doctor seems to recognise you even with his back turned. He straightens a bit before turning, looking down at you.
“You are here early.” He says, and you rub the back of your neck.
“Sorry. I was… excited to see you again.” You say, looking down at your shoes. You see Doctor’s boots come into view, head whipping up to look up at him again.
“I can tell. Adrenaline is coursing through you, even moreso today.” He says, leaning in close to you. The beak of his mask brushes your cheek, and you blink as he leans in a bit more, beak scratching gently through your hair. It reminds you of the way a bird might preen another, and you laugh.
“What are you doing?” You say through giggles, and Doctor leans back abruptly, seeming shy.
“Yesterday, you said-“ He starts, as if rushing to explain himself. You see him clench his hands briefly. “Have I misdiagnosed your condition, dear patient?”
“Hm?” You ask, and he observes you for a moment more before humming.
“I will not be tying you down today.” He states, although still ushers you to the chair to sit. Before you can ask about the change in routine, he crouches in front of you. “The rules still apply.”
“Of course.” You say, nodding.
He holds out a pastry, and you blink, tilting your head. “Ah, I did eat today, I promise!”
“Do you… not want it?” He asks. The question seems to carry more weight, and you can’t quite place why. He seems a bit disappointed.
“No, no, I’ll eat it.” You say quickly, then bite your lip. “Feed me again?”
He raises the pastry to your lips, other hand moving to catch any flakes or jam that may fall as you eat. He watches intently, and when the pastry is gone, offers his hand that has caught what had fallen.
Your eyes widen slightly, but you raise a hand to hold his in place as you lean down to lick up the remnants. His gloves are clean of their usual decoration of dried blood, something you only notice now, but that he must have accounted for. When you’re done, before you can raise your head, you feel the beak of his mask move to nudge and scratch gently through your hair again.
He hums quietly, a song you don’t recognise. You rest your head in his hand now, and he seems content to hold you, beak preening gently. You relax, jolting after a few minutes as you nearly fall asleep.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks, leaning back. You rub your eyes, shaking your head, and he pulls his hand back to his side. “Oh, I see. Well.”
He stands in front of you, spreading his arms wide with his palms upturned. His posture makes him seem bigger. He almost looks like he’s posing.
“What are you doing now?” You ask, and he turns to the side, back nearly facing you. He makes sure you’re able to see him from every angle, silent still as you watch him curiously. When he faces you again, he widens his stance, shifting his weight briefly as if swaying. You raise a brow as he finally ends up on his knees, lowering his head almost in a bow, arms still outstretched at his sides.
He doesn’t raise his head, and remains there as if waiting for something.
“You’re very tall.” You say, moreso making an observation. “All of that moving really made me realise just how big you are. Kneeling in front of me, your head is still level with mine.”
He looks up, the eyes of his mask meeting your gaze. “I am glad you think so.”
“How could I not?” You ask, chuckling lightheartedly. “Is that what you wanted me to say? You’re behaving so differently.”
Doctor sits up fully, shifting forward a bit to rest his hands on your knees. They really are big. “It is the natural treatment for your condition, my dear patient.”
“Oh? You still haven’t told me the diagnosis, Doc.” You tease, hand reaching out to play with his hair.
He sighs contently, and you hear a soft rattling noise for a moment before he speaks. “You are attracted to me.”
Your face immediately heats up, and you retract your hand, holding it to your chest and glancing away. Sure, you’d been flirting with him more blatantly, but he’s so blunt in his delivery. “So what is this, then? A joke?”
He’s behaving strangely, and although he doesn’t seem like the type to laugh at someone else’s expense… the world can be cruel. This massive man holds your heart in his hands, and it would break if he were to turn your feelings into a punchline.
“No. I am… trying to display my capabilities.” He says, as if that explains things.
“Your capabilities?” You repeat, and his fingers slide slowly, tentatively up your legs. He stops at your mid thigh, and if your heart wasn’t already racing, it definitely would be now.
“As a potential mate.”
Your eyes widen, and your head whips around to look at him again. He’s so clinical it’s cute. “M-mate?! Nh, as in, you’re… showing me how dateable you are?”
He nods shortly, leaning in. “Is it working?”
You laugh, and before he can misinterpret it as rejection, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to your chest. At this angle, his chin rests on your shoulder, body curled over yours. “Yes.”
His hands move to your hips, and you yelp as he stands, lifting you as he does.
“Wah! D-don’t drop me!” You say quickly, and he hums. He shifts to support your full weight in one arm, his voice quiet as he speaks again.
“Close your eyes. And do not open them.”
You shiver slightly, doing as you’re told. You hear the slight shift of fabric, followed by a soft cracking sound. As tempting as it is to open your eyes, you keep them closed.
“Such a good patient.” He whispers, and you feel his breath stir your face. You swallow thickly, heart fluttering like a trapped bird in the cage of your chest. His lips press against yours clumsily, and you melt into the kiss easily. Although he doesn’t seem used to this, he learns quickly what makes you react.
As he kisses you breathless, you obediently keep your eyes closed. You so badly want to open them and look at him without his mask on. Still, you must obey the doctor.
When he pulls away, you let your head fall forward, pressing against his shoulder. You raise a hand to rub across his chest, up the column of his throat, to his jaw. He stops you from feeling further with a gentle grasp, his hand swallowing your wrist and pulling your hand back down.
“Not my face. Touch anywhere else.” He says, and you smirk, hand moving to squish against his chest.
You hear him putting his mask back into place, and you sigh softly, waiting for him to allow you to reopen your eyes.
“You may open your eyes.” He says, and you do. You don’t move from your position though, leaning in a bit to nuzzle your nose against his neck. His breath catches slightly, your proximity the only reason you notice. “You are so good for me, my darling. I was worried you may disobey.”
“You told me to keep them closed. Why wouldn’t I?” You ask. You feel him shift, the sensation odd beneath you, as if he’s puffing up.
You lean back, gasping as he bounces you in his arm. You brace your hands against his shoulders, and he chuckles.
“So trusting.” He murmurs. “Would you do anything I ask?”
You glare at him briefly as you regain your balance, then bite your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. “Yes.”
Just the fact that he’s still holding you up effortlessly has you excited, and his eyes flash red briefly. His other hand moves to rest against your thigh, and he squeezes gently. “If you promise to do as you are told… come back tonight after my tent has closed. I am interested.”
“Interested?” You ask, then moan quietly as he shifts your weight in his grasp, holding you up with his hand against your ass. You’re practically using it as a chair.
“Yes. In… mating.” He continues quietly. He sounds shy.
You shiver, and he squeezes your ass in response to the spike in your arousal. “Okay. I’ll be here.”
You try your best to pass the time without working yourself up any more than you already are. You go on a few rides, watch the Pierrot’s performance, check the time frequently.
Eventually, it has gotten late enough that a few of the attractions have closed. The sound of the rides and game stalls in the background still chime in your ears as you make your way to Doctor’s tent. You stand outside of it anxiously, the lack of an attendant giving you pause. If someone sees you, will you get in trouble?
The tent opens, Doctor’s gloved hand the only thing visible as it extends from the darkness invitingly. You breathe a soft sigh of relief, taking his hand and allowing him to lead you into the tent.
He blocks out most of the light in front of you, although the tent is noticeably dimmer than usual. You can smell the usual incense still burning. Instead of stopping in the usual place, Doctor leads you further back, into a hidden area that appears to be his living space.
“Most others have a personal tent.” He says. “I prefer my things all in one place.”
The area is littered with various trinkets, and the bed appears to be topped with a large pile of bedding and several pillows. The space reminds you of a bird’s nesting spot, complete with a collection of shiny objects, bleached animal bones, jewelry, and neat rocks. Of course, he also has typical things along his dresser, such as books and a record player, as well as a box of records.
“Oh, wow! I never would have guessed all of this was back here.” You exclaim, and he hums, turning to lean down and scratch through your hair with the beak of his mask.
“So cute.” He mutters, then gestures to the record player. “Would you like to listen to some music? I find it easier to focus with.”
“Oh, sure.” You nod, and he picks you up and places you in the center of his bed before turning to put on a record. You feel like he’s added you to his collection. “It’s sweet that you have a record player. Makes you seem… gentler somehow.”
The music that plays is somehow not surprising, full of heavy guitar riffs and screams. You laugh. “Well, now what I just said is just funny.”
He turns to you, then takes a step forward. As he does, all light is extinguished, and you gasp. “Doctor, what-“
You hear the shuffling of clothes, squirming in place at the images that bubble up at the sound.
“I… prefer to do this in the dark.” He says shortly. You can hear the slightest hint of nerves in his voice.
“Okay.” You say gently, leaning back on your hands as you feel the bed dip. It’s surprisingly sturdy, and doesn’t creak under Doctor’s added weight.
“Let me undress you.” He says, voice quiet and closer than you’d thought it would be. You sit up, reaching blindly for him in the dark, and his hands intercept yours as if he sees them clearly. “I am right here.”
It doesn’t feel like he’s wearing his gloves, but as your hands run up his arms, you feel something soft and smooth lying against his skin. It feels almost like feathers.
“What are you wearing?” You ask, and he shushes you.
“Do not ask that.” He says quickly, then leans in to kiss you. When he pulls away, he moves to murmur in your ear. “Just trust me, my dear.”
You don’t flinch as you feel his hands on you, a thumb rubbing gently along the hem of your shirt. Still, you shudder at his words. He takes your silence and stillness as consent, slowly removing your shirt before running a finger along your binder.
“May I take this off as well?” He asks.
“Mh, please.” You whimper, and it quickly joins your shirt in the darkness. You feel the bed shift, then gasp, arching your back as you feel his lips mouthing at your chest. A hand moves to brace against your back, and you whine as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking experimentally. “Ah! D-Doctor!”
You think you see a brief red flash in the darkness before you, but write it off as your eyes playing tricks on you. Doctor continues kissing along your flesh, sucking gently as he makes his way slowly over to your other nipple. When he starts kissing down your stomach, you moan, letting yourself fall back against the piles of bedding beneath you.
“Such a beautiful taste.” Doctor murmurs. When his lips finally make their way to the hem of your pants, he pulls away slightly, and you feel his hands tugging at them. He’s less patient now, and so are you. You lift your hips to assist him, and he slides your pants and underwear off in one smooth motion. Only a moment passes before you feel his breath against your stomach, tensing briefly at the feel of his tongue lapping at the skin below your navel.
You spread your legs a bit wider, far less embarrassed than you would be if you could see each other. He takes the invitation, leaning down to explore between your legs. His tongue is gentle and curious, and you bite your lip as he brings a hand to rest on your belly. His thumb makes its way to your clit, pulling the foreskin back before taking it into his mouth and sucking.
You tense, hand reaching out blindly in the dark. His other catches it, lacing your fingers and preventing you from touching his head. Your free hand moves to rest atop the one on your stomach, and you pant heavily as he alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue.
“Oh fuck, so good!” You cry out, and you hear that soft rattling sound again. Small vibrations send sparks along your spine as they run along your clit.
Your orgasm hits you suddenly, and you shake and twitch under Doctor’s hold as he sucks you gently through it before pulling away to lick up the mess you’ve made so far.
“Was that good?” He asks, and you let out a breathy laugh.
“It was great! It almost makes me jealous thinking of all the practice you must have had.” You pant.
“Hm?” He asks, and you can tell just at his curious tone that he’s tilting his head. “I have never… done any of this before.”
“I figured you’d never kissed before, but this too? Are you really a virgin, Doctor?” You ask, eyes a bit wide. Surely someone as handsome as Doctor couldn’t be.
“I am.” He says. You hear a faint rustling sound, eyes desperately trying to track the motion. He pulls you close, leaning down to hover over you. “Does that make you want to stop?”
“No.” You say, blushing at his proximity. You feel the heat of his body, the only thing keeping you from thinking he’s naked the soft, feathery feeling along his legs as he straddles you.
He pets your hair, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes. You feel a slight shift before something presses against your entrance, and you tense, eyes widening. “Doctor, wait, aren’t you going to stretch me open a bit first?”
“Yes. This is one of my fingers.” He says reassuringly. It could be the darkness working against you, but his finger feels so thick. “Do not worry. I have read enough to know to keep them dull.”
True to his word, his finger doesn’t seem to have a claw attached to it, and as he presses it slowly into you, you jolt. “Ah! S-so much already.”
“I will need to use multiple.” He says, almost as if he’s informing you of his medical analysis once again. “I won’t fit inside you otherwise.”
You let out an embarrassing mewl at his words, shuddering from oversensitivity and arousal. “Oh my God!”
You feel him lean down over you, eyes fluttering closed gently at the press of his lips against your forehead. “You’re doing so well. I’m going to make you scream for me, sweetheart.”
You clench around his finger, absolutely soaked. He continues peppering kisses along your forehead as he adds another finger, and you groan at the feeling. It feels almost like you’re being properly fucked, but you can still feel the slow, gentle spread of his fingers as he works you open. You’d expected something a bit rougher, but this gentle treatment is mind melting.
“So good for me, darling. You smell so…” He mutters, lips trailing down the side of your face as they make their way to your throat. “I want to take a bite. Just a bite.”
You can hardly register the words before you feel incredibly sharp teeth dig into your shoulder. Your body jerks beneath him, and you inhale sharply, eyes widening. You feel his teeth clamp down a bit harder, almost as if he’s about to bite a chunk out of you, before he moves to bite again a few centimeters away.
He’s groaning, the wet sound of him spreading you open and the sound of gnawing teeth spanning your shoulder to your elbow the only background as the record stops playing.
“D-Doc-Doctor, it hurts.” You wince, trying to jerk away from his mouth. There’s a soft rumbling growl, his teeth pinning against the curve of your shoulder. You feel anxiety shoot through you, adrenaline pumping through your veins at the sudden sense of danger. You feel like you’re pinned beneath a ravenous monster.
Then, he pulls away, looking down at you with glowing red eyes. He doesn’t have his mask on, so how-
A hand covers your eyes quickly, and he speaks in a rush. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I got carried away. Please, don’t cry. Your Doctor would never put you in harm’s way.”
“Th-then why are you covering my eyes?” You ask, unable to hide the panic in your voice. “And it feels like I’m still bleeding. H-how deep is-“
You hear a soft exhale, followed by the sensation of his tongue running along the bleeding bite marks along your shoulder. “Trust me.”
“Your eyes-“
“Trust me.” He repeats, and you feel his fingers start moving inside you again. Your back arches, lashes fluttering as your head falls back. His hand moves from over your eyes to thread into your hair, petting you gently.
“O-okay.” You say breathlessly. You feel another finger pressing gently at your entrance, and your thighs shake as you feel it slowly join the other two. You sniffle, eyes still a bit wet from the feeling of being bitten so much. Despite your fear and unease at the realization that Doctor may not be quite human, you still trust him; still have a massive crush on him, that may even be strong enough to call love.
After lapping up the mess he’s made of your poor shoulder, he leans back up to kiss you. You taste the blood on his lips and tongue, but your eyes roll back as he kisses you just right.
You feel his hips rocking slightly, the hot press of something large against your knee making your breath hitch. Fuck, he’s so tall.
“I think you’re ready.” He says quietly against your lips, and you nod rapidly.
“Y-yes. Please, Doctor.” You say, and he leans back.
“Let me put on another record.” He says breathlessly. You feel him lean back, the weight leaving the bed.
“R-right now?” You ask, sitting up shakily. You still can’t see a thing, and Doctor’s eyes are no longer visible in the dark.
“I need to focus.” He says, voice a bit shaky. You hear the shuffling, the soft sound of the records being exchanged. You shudder, arms coming up to cross over your chest.
“D-Doctor, can you… see me?” You ask hesitantly.
He’s quiet for a moment, the soft sound of the needle falling against the record loud in the silence. The music starts, softer and more melodic than the last, and you wonder if Doctor will even answer.
“Yes.” He says. Your heartbeat stutters. “Does that scare you?”
“N-no.” You say, curling a bit closer in on yourself.
“You look like you are trying to hide.” He comments, and you realise that he has yet to move away from the dresser. He’s not approaching you.
“I’m not scared.” You try to reassure him. “I just… m-my body is…”
“Appetizing.” He says, and you hear him start to walk back over. “If you would like… I could cut you open sometime? Take away those parts that you don’t like.”
You shiver, biting your lip. Surely he’s not being serious, but his words send a fresh wave of arousal down your spine. You feel the bed dip, and flinch slightly at the tentative touch of his hands against your knee and arm.
“Would you trust me to?” He asks, pressing gently at your arm and leg to encourage you to open up to him again. You shake slightly now that you know his gaze is on you, although you allow him to press you back into the bedding and straddle you once more.
“Yes, Doctor.” You say quietly, and there’s a ruffling sound, accompanied by that faint rattle.
You swallow thickly as you feel a thick, hot press against your entrance, the tip sliding along it slowly. “You’re so warm, darling. Are you ready?”
You nod, biting your lip. He brings his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb running along your lower lip as he slowly presses inside. You gasp as the tip pops in, the feeling of it so wide. He stills above you, and you feel his breath against the top of your head, the feeling of a hand resting beside your head.
After a moment for you to adjust, his hips slowly slide forward, and your back arches, eyelids fluttering. “A-ah! Oh, God!”
He stills again, and you feel his face press against your hair. “Is it… hurting?”
“N-no! Please, k-keep going.” You moan. You hear the rattling sound return, louder this time, as if right by your ear. You realize that it’s coming from Doctor’s throat.
His hips shift forward slightly, before he slowly pulls out. He slides back in, cock driving further into you and pressing against each spot it touches so deliciously. The pace he sets up is slow, thrusts calculated as he tries to fully sheath himself inside you without giving you too much at once.
You arch into each of his movements, wrapping your legs around his waist and raising your arms, hands coming into contact with his chest before making their way to his back. You cling to him, the feeling of feathers beneath your hands. As he switches the angle, your grip tightens, and you choke on a gasp.
“D-Doctor! Doctor!” You shout, and his thrusts pick up speed, hips swiveling slightly to press at that angle. His cock slams into your sweet spot, and you shudder heavily as your body starts to tense.
“Good.” He groans, and you feel his feathers puff up as you scratch along his back desperately. “Merda.”
You shriek beneath him as you cum around his cock, voice coming out in a stream of unintelligible sounds as he fucks you through it roughly. His pace falters, and you hear a muffled sound as Doctor buries his face in the bedding beside your head.
It sounds almost like the cry of a bird of prey, but you can’t quite tell; don’t have the presence of mind to, as the sensation of heavy throbbing deep inside sends heat into you. His cum warms you up inside, and he shoots so much into you that you feel it start to leak out as it has nowhere else to go.
He lowers himself to press against you fully, elbows propping himself up to keep from crushing you. You pant beneath him, whole body hot and tingling. He presses his face against your hair, rubbing his cheek against it as he catches his breath, body shaking slightly. You feel like jelly beneath him, content to lay like that in his embrace for as long as he allows.
When he finally sits up, you wince at the feeling of him shifting inside of you, oversensitivity sending hot tingles down your legs. “Mh, Doctor, sensitive.”
“Sorry.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your ear as he slowly pulls out. You whimper at the empty feeling he leaves behind, coupled with the sensation of his cum pouring out of you.
He leaves, and you lay in the dark looking up at the ceiling. You don’t call out to him, trusting that he’ll return from whatever he’s gone to do.
He does, returning with a warm wet cloth and starting to clean you up. He’s meticulous, although you’d expect no less from him. He’s thorough in everything that he does.
“When I have properly cleaned you, I will turn the lights back on.” He says quietly. You nod slightly, letting out a content little sigh.
“Doctor, your eyes earlier-“ You start, and he cuts in quickly.
“Do not ask about that.”
“I wasn’t going to.” You say, then glance to the side shyly. “I was going to say… I think they were pretty.”
He stills, and you can practically feel his head tilting in the dark. “Why?”
“Because they’re yours, and I like you.” You say. “And I hadn’t seen them before. I feel lucky that I was able to.”
He hums, finishing cleaning you up before standing. You hear the sound of him redressing, followed by the sound of him replacing the record yet again. Then, the lights come back on, as dim as before. He disappears into the front area of the tent, and you hear the muffled sound of clattering before Doctor returns.
By the time he does, you have your underwear back on, your shirt held up against your chest to hide it from view. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside him invitingly. “Come here.”
You crawl over, legs shaking slightly, and he helps you steady yourself before pressing the shirt you’re holding down a bit. You tense slightly, and he leans in to scratch the beak of his mask through your hair.
“I need to treat your injuries.” Doctor explains, and you relax. You tilt your head slightly to allow him to clean the… surprisingly deep marks he’s left in your skin. They will definitely scar. He carefully places large bandages atop them, then sits back and turns his head away from you. “I am done.”
You take the opportunity to put your shirt on, the fabric making you feel more comfortable. When he doesn’t turn back around, you blink, realizing he must be waiting for something. “Why aren’t you looking at me, Doctor?”
“I know that you don’t want me to look at your chest.” He says simply.
“My shirt’s back on. You can look at me again.” You say, laughing softly and leaning against him as he turns to face you again. “You’re so sweet, you know?”
“Hm.” He pulls you close, and you yelp as he falls back onto the bed. You lay sprawled across his chest, relaxing against him and closing your eyes lightly.
“So cuddly.” You murmur, nuzzling into his chest.
He rubs your back slowly, and your eyelids start to droop. You yawn, and he clears his throat.
“Guests are not supposed to stay overnight… but I don’t think Jester will mind. You do need another injection.” He says, and you sit up, blinking down at him sleepily.
“Didn’t you just give me one?” You joke, and he laughs heartily.
“Careful, or I may give you more.” He says, looking up at you. His free hand moves to rest on your hip, and his thumb traces the hem of your underwear. “Ah. Speaking of. Do you… take contraceptives?”
Your eyes widen, face going dark red. “O-oh. Shit, right. Um-“
“I will take care of it for you, then.” He says, nodding shortly. “I am not sure if it’s a possibility, but… I would like to keep you safe, either way.”
“Are you equipped for that?” You ask, tilting your head as you trace patterns against his coat.
“Trust your Doctor.”