35, Why I call you angel

“I did as you told me, angel,” he lied.

“You did not. It wouldn’t be as swollen if you had. But you are the one that will have to live with that,” she told him. She then encased his hand in between the both of hers. Bane liked the feeling and let his hand be there. It was throbbing if he was being honest, and he didn’t doubt that she was right. It would have helped if he had kept the ice on it.

“I liked Simon,” he told her and kissed her neck. He could see the smile on her face.

“I’m happy. So you don’t mind me having lunch with him next week?”

“Not at all.” He kissed her neck again. A part of him wanted to take back his hand and use it to move her hair out of the way. The other part of him was happy having her hands around his and told him not to move. He let that side win and settled to kiss her cheek. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Tired?” he asked.

“A little, mostly just content.” He smiled at that. They arrived home and for once she had to get out of the car first. He