Healing Slowly

*Starting with this chapter and future chapters, there may or may not have smut in varying degrees. Please read at your own discretion. Thank you.*

The sound of fireflies surrounded the area of trees and tall grasses. Even the weather seemed to be on her side tonight. Smiling to herself, she carried the bucket of water back to where her lover rested. Adam really found a beautiful place to rest, but she knew that sooner or later they would be found. When that day comes, she will be ready.

They fooled her enough, she will not fall again.

Her powers were recovering much quicker, thanks to her father.

'Father,' she whispered to herself as she thought back on what her father had done for her.

She was trying to stop Samael from killing her father, but the King of Hell sent her away with his last remaining energy. The energy that is now waking the others within her, like the king her father was. Letting out a gentle smile, she walked pass the dried blood on the grass and particles of feathers near the shack. Entered their abode, she closed the door quietly. Soft steps followed her as she headed to the man on the floor.

Eve kneed down to sit beside him and picked up the ripped piece of a blue shirt she had stolen from someone's clothes hanger. Dunking it in the bucket to wet the cloth, she began to clean the man. First was his face: forehead to the dip of his nose, over the bridge to his cheekbones, and down to his defined jawlines. Gently cleaning his lids and his soft lips, she continued to the curve of his ears and neck.

Rewetting the ripped shirt, she continued running it over his neck down is Adam's apple to the dip of his collarbones. Swiping down over his chest, broad and strong, to his right shoulder and arm. Following the curvature of defined muscles to his fingers. Wiping in between each, she dunked the cloth in the water once more and repeated the process on the left side.

Leaning over, since she was kneed on his right side, she started on his face, the same gentle way as before. When she was finished with his left arms and fingers, she wet the cloth and began wiping down his abdomen that housed his abs. She felt her lips curl as a memory of Adam's excitement and joy played through, when he finally worked hard enough to see abs forming.

Down the right thigh she went, over the knees, and to his feet. Sliding the cloth up the inside of his right leg, she let out a giggle when he heard Adam moan softly. Ah, it had been a long time since their last intimacy. She ignored the squirm of his hips as she cleaned up where pelvis met hip. She did the same to the left side and the groan was louder making her laugh softly.

"If I didn't know any better, my love," she said leaning back and placing the cloth inside the bucket, "I would believe you are awake."

"Eve?" Adam blinked softly and turned to his right to face her, scrunching his face slightly, "… I…"

Eve watched as his eyes widened and he looked at himself to see he was naked and interested. He covered himself as his face flushed as red as a riped tomato. Eve laughed and placed her hand on his cheek as she leaned in. A kiss to break the embarrassment he felt as one of his hand held her waist.

"I missed you too," Eve whispered and pulled back, "But you need to rest still."

"I feel better," Adam admitted, "How long was I asleep?"

"A few days," Eve smiled at him when he frowned, "Let me clean your back."

Adam nodded and laid flat on the ground with his back exposed. Eve took the cloth from the bucket with a coy smile. She moved to start at the bottom of his left foot up the back of his calf and thigh. Making sure to add pressure against his left cheek, massaging, as she stopped at his lower back. A muffled groan cause a small laugh from her as she moved to the right leg.

Same process. Same results.

"Eve, you're teasing me," Adam breathed out with a frown.

"Just for you to remember Adam," Eve straddled his lower back and heard an intake of breath from her lover, "Once you are healed, maybe we can enjoy ourselves again."

'Before…' she didn't finished, but she knew the former angel understood.

Eve dunked the cloth once more and continued her chore of cleaning his back. The stitches were still there, obvious, and unfading like an oil stain one cannot remove from their prized art. She bent down to kiss it as an apology of what he had to do for her, for them. Eve will sacrifice everything for him as well.

Licking the wound like a kitten, she felt his left hand reach back, knocking the water pail over to take hold of her ankle. Dirtied water splashed and spilled flowing in all directions as some trails lined against Adam's skin and wetting her toes. The grip on her ankle twitched like pulses of one's heart.

"My apologies," she leaned over, breasts pressed against his back, to lay a kiss at the back of his ear, "I am almost done."

The grip loosened, but the touch remained, now gentled, and rubbing soothing circles. Using one hand to scrub his back, Eve lifted her other. Empty until a small bowl, the size for a cup of rice, materialized in her palm. She glanced at her lover, who's eyes were closed and she softened her gaze.

Biting her thumb with her fang, she ripped skin causing blood to rise to the surface. Dropping three drops into the bowl, she licked the remaining spill on her thumb as it slowly healed. Lifting her other hand off the cloth, she opened that palm to reveal a bottle of medicine.

"Why'd you stop?" The mumbled of Adam sounded as he lifted slightly onto his hands, twisting to look at her.

"Medicine to help you," she poured the liquid a third way into the bowl and swished it; the red faded against the murky color of medication, hiding the evidence of what she did.