The promise I made

{Yami}

When I open my eyes, the other side of the bed is empty. I sit up, looking around. Shit. "Small fry?" I panic. This can't be happening. I open the bathroom door and see her sitting on the toilet, wrapping up her arms. She doesn't meet my eyes. "Hey," I say, leaning on the doorframe. 

"Put some clothes on." She grimaces. I look at her, a thin bed sheet covering her body. I smirk a bit. "Let me help you," 

"I'm fine." She says coldly. She winces as she moves her unwrapped arm. I sigh and get on my knees, taking the bandages from her. "Give me that." I gently take her arm and finish wrapping it. "How ya feelin'?" I ask as I move to the other arm. She shakes her head. "My legs are sore, my neck is covered in hickeys, and there are bite-marks on my inner thighs and waist." I look down to hide my smirk. I finish wrapping her other arm and look up at her. "I can make you feel better." I look up at her, rubbing her thighs. She looks at me, biting her lip. My dick perks up a bit. "Yami, we can't do this." She says. "I need to focus on getting better. Training. Nothing else." I look at her. "Right. 'Night of Fun', we were taking that literally." I stand up. "I should put my clothes on. We should get going long ride home."