This is most likely the last update that I will do in this website. If you find my stories interesting, check my livejournal account (dayofcaligula) for updates (my Unsui/Karin fix is there, including the ones not published here).

Warning: Wholesome, not so naughty NC-17. There's also a little bit of angst here.

After washing his hands, Unsui kneeled in front of her as she sat on their bathroom counter, dragged his hand through her leg up to her hip, and looked up at her with concern.

"Don't look so glum." Karin said, smiling.

He frowned, but nevertheless slowly pulled away her skin from the bandage, layer by layer, on her lower right leg.

"Does it still hurt?"

"A bit, yes."

"I know you hate this, so close your eyes." He warned as he was about to remove everything.

"Well, I'd rather just look at you."

"You seem quite positive for someone who just had a surgery."

"Among other things, it's because I can rest."

After making sure the entirety of the bandage was gone, he put it in a plastic bag for disposal. He thereafter washed his hands again and began cleaning the stitched wound with warm wet cloth, gentle enough so as not to hurt her.

"... It's the first time I've seen this. It's quite severe."

"It's going to heal. It's just like those times when we'll get through with and wait for you to heal before a major game. Only, it's my turn."

"I still don't like it."

"Does it look terrible?"

"No, your incision's clean." He continued, rubbing a dry cloth ever so lightly this time.

"Aren't you supposed to go somewhere? I can do this on my own, you see."

"I don't think this is subject for compromise. And since when did that come from you?"

"I absorb and learn from you. But, I do feel I somehow need you here... Your mother's right. You're someone who's going to stop doing anything just to help anyone, aren't you? I love and hate that about you."

"I haven't heard that from you, why?" After washing his hands for the third time, he took the new set of bandage and rolled it to the proper area.

"I'm thinking, what if I get to that phase of feeling inadequately too preoccupied and you're no longer here to be the prima facie evidence that it's not worth it to be in that situation."

"Isn't that being selfish?"

"You're being too selfless. Where's the balance for you?"

He sighed, conflicted, and said in the end: "I know I'm not solitary anymore. I'm just not happy about this."

"Don't let what had happened to me make you reevaluate what's not necessary anymore. You have to take care of yourself as well, and not only for me."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Let's just not brood around the dark recesses of our minds."

"I still feel bad I wasn't there to prevent this." After he washed his hands for the last time, he went back to her and kissed her temple.

"Well, you can do something to make me forget about the pain..." She said, her hand playing with his jaw.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Not much. You've been taking care of me all day."

"Alright, not that I don't want to take the offer in the first place."

He parted her legs, with extra care with the injured one, and placed himself between her knees.

"I will be very careful." He smiled playfully at her, as his hand went to her lower back.

"I won't dodge." She laughed silently when he turned away a little.

"That sounds very inappropriate right now."

"OK, how about... 'I missed this'?" She put her arms on his shoulders, looked at him with eager anticipation, and kissed his chest right where the heart is.

"Better."

She closed her eyes when he kissed her deeply, building up the mood. Then moved to her jaw and neck, as she trailed wet kisses on his head, her hands stroking his back. She undid his shirt as he pulled her dress up effortlessly. She sighed a few, writhing, when he sucked and licked her breasts intently, as if drowning in her.

She was smiling at him as he slowly got rid of her underwear, undressing her completely. When he moved back to kissing her as he touched her body with savour, it was her turn to lower his boxers, feeling his erection. She turned his face to her for a kiss while stroking his member, indicating that she's ready.

He kissed her nose and ear before he penetrated her without waiting for a moment, thrusting into her as she inhaled sharply, making her achor her left leg, guiding, as he started to move.

They looked at each other with intensity and with that certain happiness, but she knew he knew that she couldn't move properly, so he eagerly progressed the rhythm on his own, as she clung to him, digging his back, as if breaking it as he went faster and faster.

"I love you," he grunted, consumed by her.

He kissed her chin when she turned her head up whispering his name in her orgasm. Then she let go of that soft ecstatic moan that always brings him to his release, coming inside her. She tightened her grip to him and didn't let go as he kissed her hair, both gasping for breath.

When she finally looked at him, back to her senses, she smiled, glowing, and said: "My lipstick's on your face. It's messy." After which, she tried rubbing it off of his face with her thumb.

"I'm not going anywhere. And, I still want to kiss you." He said, thankful that her leg didn't get affected in the process given that she didn't react about it, then kissed her anyway.