It tickled, and even more than that - made her feel like this… interaction they had was far more intimate than it ever had the right to be.
WRAITH X MIRAGE FANFICTION SKIN
It did not help that a single brush of Elliott’s digits against her bare skin was sure to make her squirm. It was not like her to act so… stubborn and childish, but the wound was tangible, real and uncomfortable and there was not all that much she could do in retaliation if Mirage did decide to go through with his plan despite her own wishes. Wraith’s gaze fell to the floor, a sulk resurfacing upon her pouty features. “Renee, come on, you know it’s for your own good." "Like hell it is, get away from me, Elliott, I can undress myself just fine-” With both palms pressed taut against her waist, it proved a viable enough strategy against Elliot’s plans to invade her personal space.
Pale blue irises drilled a hole through Elliot’s own hazel eyes. She could undress herself if she damn pleased and did not need anyone’s help, that’s just ridiculous. He, probably, meant well, but it did not make the entire procedure any easier. The unforeseen consequences.Īnd there she was, sat on the bed in her room, with Mirage’s palms decidedly way too close to her hips. During one of the last games, she’s gotten hurt a little more than she should have ever allowed herself to and now… well, those were the consequences.
It was becoming clear that he was not giving up and frankly, she’s become quite tired of swatting his hands away and wincing with every struggling motion.
“And that doesn’t mean getting your hands under my shirt.” “Absolutely not, the doctor said that it’s important for you to have support and-” “Elliot, I am completely fine, just let me-” Mirage having to help Wraith undress after an injury.
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