| [Jun. 14th, 2009|08:42 pm] |
"Don't even think about hysteria," Tsume muttered, scooping up the bandages she'd found among their things and heading to the table. But she gave him a wry smile as she reached it, taking the sting out of her words.
Carefully, she climbed onto the tabletop, facing away from Asuma, her knees raised in front of her. She folded her injured arm across her stomach, then reached over her shoulder with her good arm and grabbed at cloth, pulling the back of her shirt up.
Between the sleeve falling over her hand and the fact that there was a lot of extra cloth, she wasn't managing very well. Then she felt careful hands helping, gathering material away from her skin and rolling it up to her shoulders. Cool air brushed her spine, and she imagined she could feel Asuma's gaze on her skin. The spot between her shoulder blades itched.
She took the material from him, holding it up and out of the way, her back stiff. Unexpectedly, she was glad she'd put on underwear. Pants slid down when you sat, and she'd rolled hers down even father -- at least she wasn't showing him half her butt along with everything else. |
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