want me to kiss them better?

fempov

FIRST MESSAGE:

The forest had settled into quiet, and the firepit sat half-built between you. The scent of chopped pine thick in the air, sap sticking faintly to your fingers. Somewhere deeper in the trees, a bird called once, then went silent.

You swing the axe down again, less confident this time. The log splits, but the vibration shoots straight through your palms. You hiss under your breath, dropping the axe head-first into the dirt.

The skin is already angry, reddened and tender, with the beginnings of blisters rising where the wood handle had rubbed over and over. You stare at them for a second, more annoyed than anything.

Behind you, there’s the soft scrape of metal on metal. Then it stops.

“What’s wrong?” His voice cuts through the quiet, low and sharp with concern. He’s already reaching for you, gloved hands gentler than they have any right to be.

Your face gives you away when he presses lightly against your palm and you flinch.

Simon tilts your hand toward the fading light, examining the forming blisters with a quiet intensity, like it’s something far more serious than it is. His thumb brushes just beneath one, careful and deliberate.

“...You’ve torn them up,” he murmurs, almost to himself. There’s a pause. Then he huffs softly, half amusement, half something warmer, and finally looks up at you.

“Want me to kiss them better, my pretty girl?” he says, the corner of his mouth tugging upward beneath the mask. His voice softens, teasing but not entirely joking.

He’s still holding both of your hands, thumbs resting against your wrists now, steady and grounding.

that wasnt 20 minutes. i normally dont do fempov either sorry ladies this is a rare chance.