Wanted In More Ways Than One (Closed for raiguy)

Tay smiled, chuckling softly. "Are you okay, or do I need to cuddle with you a bit more?" he asked playfully, happy that he had her back in his arms.
 
Tay smiled and pulled Gwyn closer. "I'm happy you still love to cuddle. I'd be pretty sad if you didn't," he said softly.
 
Gwyn smiled and cuddled. "I would be too," she said. "But I feel so safe and warm when I'm cuddling. Such a secure and warm place."
 
Tay smiled happily. "I'm glad that the feeling is a good feeling. I wouldn't want it to bother you if our cuddling made you feel uneasy," he said to Gwyn, lightly playing with her hair.
 
Tay smiled, remembering how Gwyn used to like her hair played with. He kept teasingly playing with it, before leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "How are you feeling now?" he asked softly, squeezing her gently. He wanted to know if she was hurting or not, and if he could do something to help.
 
Gwyn smiled. "My ribs like to complain and my pinky is having a pity party," she confessed. "One of the stab wounds seem to be a little off, but that's probably because I have too much weight on it. Other than that, I'm feeling fine. The burns don't hurt anymore; all except for that one stab wound are fine and aren't causing trouble. But I am the most relaxed I have been in years, and that helps with a lot of that."
 
Tay smiles slightly, then thought about it for a minute. "How can I help your stab wound so that it doesn't bother you anymore? I don't want it to be causing you any more pain than is necessary," he said softly, hoping that he could help her get comfortable.
 
Gwyn chuckled softly, shifting so there wasn't a whole lot of weight on the stab wound above her right hip. Her last parting gift from Adrian before she killed him. "I just need to be careful, since it's on the opposite side of my broken ribs," she said softly. She gently touched his face with the very tips of her fingers. "I'm going to be in quite a bit of pain for quite a while, boo. All you can do is make sure nothing worse happens. Worse things could happen if I'm to bring the cartel down for you. The fact that you're here to take care of me now helps put my mind at ease that I can be healed. Just keep doing what you're doing, boo, and I'll be just fine."
 
Tay nodded, before settling down next to Gwyn. "I will make sure to care for you, and not let anything happen to you. No matter what the cartel says, or tries to do, I will make sure you are safe. Lets get you feeling better, and then we will take care of this cartel, and get you safe forever," he said, kissing her forehead again.
 
Gwyn smiled. "Sounds like a plan," she said softly. "You ever blow my cover, though, and I won't be happy. I will have to act like I don't have anywhere to go, you know that. But at least anything that happens in the future while I deal with the cartel can be taken care of immediately."
 
Tay nodded. "Nothing will happen. I'll make sure of that. Remember, I'm going to try my best to be with you, even if it means I have to relocate for the time being to go with you. I'm going to take care of you," he said firmly, happily.
 
Gwyn smiled and kissed his cheek. "I know, boo. I know. You can be close whenever I meet with them, but you can't interfere until I'm back safe, here. You know how undercover work goes." She gave a warm smile. "I'll be fine. I'm a big girl. They won't do anything that will impair me long term. They can't."
 
Tay nodded, before thinking. "The other thing that might happen is that I might have to go under with you, just to provide you with cover, as well as to work with you to get even more information on the cartel. We will just have to play it by ear," he said softly, stroking Gwyn's hair.
 
"I suppose I could come up with some sort of story to get you into the cartel," Gwyn said softly, cooing as he stroked her hair. "But I don't want you to get hurt like I am right now. I can't let you do that. They'll beat you too, 'cause you're not Mexican. Racist, I know, but they don't beat their own. They used to beat Adrian too. Cartel days with him were the worst. He'd get beat, as would I. Then we'd go home and while his beating would end, mine would continue." A few tears left her eyes. "I just want to get away from the violence and the drugs. I'm tired of feeling like I'm nothing but a piece of trash to be kicked around. I want to have a normal life. Get married, have kids, find respectable work, feel great about myself. I'm tired of having to find out what holiday it is by what music is playing at whatever church I'm close to. I'm tired of asking people what the date is, and them looking at me as though I'm subhuman. Fuck, I don't even know when my birthday is, or how far away Christmas is. I couldn't attend my father's funeral, or my brother's." The tears kept coming, but Gwyn had to let them out. She was scared, not just for her, but for Tay too. She didn't want him to get caught up in everything she did, even if it was to save her ass. She didn't want to put him through the pain and the sleepless nights she went through. "God knows if my mother's alright, the poor woman must've had a heart attack by now, since her precious little girl is now being painted as a cold blooded murderer. . ."
 
Tay listened at Gwyn told him what she was thinking about. He was hoping he could help comfort her, but knew that she would have to handle this on her own. He could only support her and love her and be there for her as best as he could. That was exactly what he was going to do. "Well, it's not quite 7 months til Christmas. Shouldn't that tell you when your birthday is?" he asked, smiling as he hoped she wouldn't forget her own birthday, but knowing that if she had, he would be right there to help her out.
 
Gwyn shook her head, tears still coming down her cheeks. "No, it doesn't," she whispered. "I can't remember how long it's been. . . I know it's fairly close to Christmas. . ."
 
Tay nodded. "Your birthday is the Second of December. We have a little bit of time before we get here though. Relax and take comfort in the fact that everything will be alright now. Once things settle down, we can visit your mom and show her that you aren't a murderer, or anything bad," he said softly, but firmly.
 
Gwyn nodded, feeling a bit better. She wrapped herself around him, nuzzling into him, feeling tired. Each emotional outburst seemed to drain her quickly.

"I'm sorry I'm such a mess," she mumbled into his shoulder, starting to fall asleep as she allowed her to feel his warmth and affection and love. She found his hand and squeezed it tightly.
 
Tay quietly said, "You aren't a mess. You're just a woman trying to figure things out. It'll all come." He held Gwyn close, letting her sleep, knowing she needed it.
 
Gwyn slept a long time in Tay's arms.

When she woke up a few hours later, she looked sleepily up at him with a soft smile of contentment. "Hey, boo," she whispered softly. Her ribs were screaming, with her pinky joining into the choir. But at least the stab wound that was giving her trouble was staying calm. "Could you get me some food, please?"
 
Tay nodded, before sliding out from her side and heading to quickly make up some sandwiches and grab a few glasses of water. He wasn't sure what she would like, but he knew what she used to like, and he was going to try to get it just right for her. Once everything was ready, he headed back to the room and set the tray down, helping her to sit up. "Sandwiches sound good? I went with your old standby," he said with a smile.
 
Gwyn smiled and nodded. "Sandwiches are just fine," she said. She kissed his cheek tenderly and began eating hungrily, but slowly.
 
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