Kakashi come home from a tiring mission and he has too many injuries to count. He'll need all of the help Aoife can give him.
“Crap,” Aoife cursed, running to the door, kunai left on the table. She knew instantly who it was; it was her lover, Kakashi.
“Kakashi?” Aoife said, opening the door.
“Aoife?” Kakashi mumbled, turning his head slightly to look at her.
“I’m here Kashi, I’m here,” she soothed, gently placing her left arm around the back of his neck and her right arm under his knees, carefully picking him up.
“It hurts,” Kakashi whimpered.
“I know,” Aoife murmured, bringing him inside. She was careful not to let her emotions show on her face, because if Kakashi realised how worried he made her, he would begin to panic, which would be bad news for both of them.
“Need sleep,” Kakashi whispered as Aoife laid him on the sofa.
“Ok, get some sleep then Kashi. I’ll clean your wounds while you rest,” she told him, slowly taking his shirt off. The assortment of broken ribs, purple bruises and bloody gashes made her want to puke.
“Mmm,” Kakashi sighed, falling asleep.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” Aoife promised the sleeping Jounin. She crept quietly out of the room and up the stairs to the bathroom, which was where they kept all their medical supplies. Once she had picked up all the stuff she would need, like bandages, gauze and a damp cloth, she went to go out of the room, before realising that Kakashi would need a serious bath before his blood stained hair would be striking silver again. Muttering dark curses to whoever did this to her Kashi, Aoife set about running the bath. She contemplated about adding bubbles, but decided against it as she realised that they would just irritate his injures.
Humming, she skipped out of the bathroom and back down to the lounge, where her Kashi was waiting.
“I’m back,” she said softly, padding over to him and running her hand through his messy hair.
“Hmm?” Kakashi whispered, opening his coal black eye.
“I’m going to start trying to heal you now,” Aoife said slowly, as though talking to a two year old. After years of healing Kakashi when he came back in this state from dangerous s-ranked missions, she knew that that tone reassured him. It’s one of the things she learnt when helping Iruka out at the academy, it helps to speak slowly and clearly.
“Ok,” he broke off in a harsh cough, which was muffled by his mask. She sighed softly, before removing his torn, destroyed Jounin jacket and laying it on the floor.
“I’m going to take your clothes off now,” she told him, slowly taking his shirt off over his head. She learnt the hard way not to come near him with any form of weapon when he had just comeback from a mission, so using a kunai to rip though the shirt and trousers was impossible.
“Have you missed me that much?” Kakashi joked weakly. She just rolled my eyes and started gently wiping the warm, damp cloth over his chest.
“Just squeeze my hand,” she told him as he howled in agony. He nodded weakly and clutched her hand, turning it white.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, going to take him hand away.
“It’s ok,” she soothed him, nuzzling his neck with her nose. He hummed contently and continued to hold her hand.
“I love you,” he whispered into her hair.
“I love you to Kaka-Baka,” Aoife smirked, drawling back and picking the cloth up again, bringing it gently over his torso. He hissed, but remained still, allowing her to wipe off most of the blood.
“Is it over?” Kakashi asked quietly.
“For now. Can you walk?”
“No,” Kakashi mumbled.
“It’s ok,” Aoife told him, bringing an arm around his shoulder and an arm under his knees, picking him up bridal style.
“You smell nice,” Kakashi commented as Aoife carried him up to the bathroom.
“You will soon,” Aoife said firmly as she sat him on a stool.
“I’m cold,” Kakashi shivered.
“You’ll be warm soon,” she promised, gently taking off his trousers, fighting the blush that was threatening to appear on her face.
“Too hot!” Kakashi squeaked as she slowly lowered him into the water.
“Did you just squeak?” Aoife blinked, staring at the blushing Jounin.
“You did!” Aoife laughed, letting go of him.
“Did not!” He protested.
“I was only messing with you,” she giggled, splashing water onto his chest.
“Feels nice,” he purred.
“Good,” Aoife smiled, rubbing of the rest of the grime on his top half.
“I’m tired,” Kakashi yawned, his open eye drooping.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” Aoife told him, gently shaking his shoulders.
“Kay,” he said, watching her scrub the dirt and muck off his legs. Once his body was clean, she emptied the murky water, filling the bath again as she got ready to do his hair.
“Shut your eyes,” she told him softly. He nodded wearily and did as he was told. Aoife grinned at how obedient he was being as she started he shower and aiming the head at his hair.
“Mmm…” Kakashi hummed as Aoife started running her hand though his spiky, silver locks, getting rid of most of the major knots.
“Almost done,” Aoife said, rubbing in his favourite shampoo.
“Then can I sleep?” He asked, cracking one eye open.
“Yes,” she smiled. Soon the white foam was being washed out, leaving Kakashi’s hair clinging to his face.
“Are you finished?” Kakashi mumbled.
“Yeah. Can you stand up by yourself?”
“Nope,” Kakashi muttered, a faint blush dancing over his cheek bones. Aoife rolled her eyes and emptied the bath again.
“Doesn’t matter,” she told him, wrapping a long towel around his shoulders.
“Mmm,” he purred as Aoife carefully picked him up.
“You sound like a kitten,” Aoife commented dryly.
“Kaka-Kitteh, I like the sound of that,” he murmured onto her top as he snuggled in.
“Perv!” She laughed as he smushed his face between her boobs
“No,” he said with finality.
“Whatever,” she waved his off, laying him on the bed.
“Sleepy time,” he mumbled happily.
“Not quite yet,” she said, picking up the gauze and bandages.
“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” he muttered.
“Sorry Kashi,” she apologised, starting to work on covering him up.
Sighing tiredly, Aoife lifted Kakashi’s warm body off the bed and pulled the duvet out from under him.
“Can I sleep now?” He mumbled.
“Yes, Kashi, you can,” she smiled, turning off the light and getting in next to him, tugging the duvet over them both.
“Thank you Aoife-Chan,” Kashi whispered into the darkness. Aoife responded by hugging him softly and lying her hea on his chest.
“That’s okay Kashi,” she murmured.
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”