Who: Melanie and Triton What: Mel takes care of Triton's injuries after he leaves his encounter with Poseidon. Where: Triton's apartment When: [Backdated] December 7th Warnings: TBD, probably none
Melanie had been waiting outside Triton's apartment building for the last half hour. He was late coming home after they'd specifically planned a date for the night. She wasn't going to lie to herself, she was a bit disgruntled, but she knew Triton was honest. She just knew her time these days with him were limited, so any second lost was time lost from seeing him.
She still hadn't decided if she was going to see her sister for Christmas. She wanted to take Triton with her if she did, but she knew he'd made plans with Veronica and Bernie.
Stepping away from the door she poked her head around the corner. She saw someone coming and her face lit up, but her smile dropped when she realized it wasn't Triton. It was someone from his building, so she wiggled her way in behind him to wait inside. She must have fallen asleep, warm and toasty from the heat when he finally did show, Mel curled up outside his door.
He felt guilty as hell when he found Mel, but it was honestly not his fault. He should have called, but he'd been either too unconscious or had been busy releasing some of his aggression.
The entire good point about this was that know he knew his fathers buttons. Triton never wanted the throne or the titles but he knew he could get them if he tried. And having felt his father's reaction, he knew it was a way for him to curb that spite his father held.
Wincing he kneeled down and set his hand on Melanie's shoulder, face still a bit bruised and ribs still aching, and went to wake her. "Mel, love, the floor isn't comfy." He really needed to give her a key to his place.
Melanie groaned softly shifting herself upright. Bleary eyes looked to Triton's voice with a smile. When her eyes finally adjusted she could see his face.
"What happened?" She jumped up, caressing his face gently. Suddenly, she was at all upset that he was late.
He winced again, "my father." Gently he helped her up and into his apartment. "I need to give you a key. Remind me." He shrugged off his coat before giving her a smile, "is it bad?"
"Later," she said concerned helping him inside. She started to fish around his apartment to find a first aid kit. She found some cotton balls and peroxide to brush off any blood and dirt. "It could be worse, but..." she continued to clean up his face. "Do you have any other wounds?" She was surprised that when he mentioned his dad it wasn't with anger.
He sat down to let her fuss over him, wincing at the sting of the disinfectant. "I think my ribs are bruised,but that needs rest." He glanced to her, wanting to explain. "I ran into him on the way over here. He wanted me to fight him. I refused. He hit me a few times to goad me into anger then he threatened you." He shook his head, "so I told him if he tried anything, not that he could because I made sure he can't find you, with you or Raiden I would go to Zeus and see if I could get his titles. So he knocked me out." He gave half a smile, "he's got that button so now I know how to keep him in line."
"Triton!" she exclaimed instantly pulling off his coat and opening his shirt to see for herself as she inched practically on top of him on the couch.
Tears pricked her eyes while he explained. "Are you sure you're okay?" her hands slid down his neck and against his chest. She nuzzled his nose softly with a kiss. She was starting to wonder if he wasn't just as crazy. The man was smiling after getting attacked by his father. Pleased with himself for that tidbit of information he'd managed to squeeze out.
He didn't think she'd understand. After years of torment and being threatened into action by having his loved ones harmed, it was nice to have something to hold over his father's head.
He winced before setting his hand on her cheek, "I'm fine," his sides were colored, but he didn't feel like anything was broken. "Really. I heal fast."
She wouldn't understand in the same way, her life was so short in comparison. She did know that the triumph he felt, no matter how small, it was okay. It was nice to see him smile again.
She held his face between her hands giving him a gentle kiss, sliding her small body into his lap as softly as she could. "Anything I can do?" she asked in a tiny voice, her finger running lightly down his neck.
Smiling he set his arms around her, ignoring the twinge of pain. It seemed worth it to hold her. He shook his head, "you're doing plenty." He leaned back to be more comfortable and ran his hand along her back, "I'm sorry I was late."
Her hands threaded into his hair, running her nails against his scalp. "It's okay," she whispered, those big eyes held with his. "Do you need anything? Food, something to drink? I can help you to the bed," her brows moved slightly asking a million questions.
He leaned into the movement, enjoying that. Then he chuckled, "I'm not that wounded, unless you're trying to seduce me." He winked to her, "I did offer to cook so if you're hungry I will make something. But it can wait."
"I might be," she purred, kissing him again. "Only if you're up for it." She was perfectly content sitting her with him, pampering him for the entire night.
He raised an eyebrow, "I don't know. The hot girl in my lap is making me forget my injuries." Grinning he kissed her.
"Good," she teased him with a smile, sliding the zipper of her hoodie down to rest just at her cleavage. He was good at making a girl feel good about herself. She owed him for everything he'd done for her. Time to make him feel special.
Smiling he moved his hands up to pull her zipper down more before moving his hands under her hoodie and onto her skin. He hardly minded this form of distraction.
The cute lingerie she'd put on underneath the hoodie was easily showcased now that he dropped the zipper. "How did you know that was there?" she smiled coyly with a finger against her lip.
It seemed as if her plan would still take action. He wasn't going to get by with nothing.