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Scarred for life with only one eye. He shuddered.

“You come to see me or are you just going to stand there?”

John’s words pulled Storm out of his musings. He practically jumped.

John was grinning at him like an idiot. When he held out his arms for Storm, he went to the other man and all but fell into them.

With the both of them washed of the blood and gore that had accumulated on them, their mouths came together. Storm had almost forgotten what those lips felt like, and once again, the fear came upon him of how horrible it would have been to never be able to kiss those lips again.

“Where are you injured?” Storm said after forcefully pulling himself away those lips and that tongue. His eye scanned over John’s body. The covers had not been pulled to his chin by any means, so he had a good view of most of him. Bandages had been wrapped here and there from where he’d been scraped and cut from the car crash, but it hardly looked to be of the serious nature that Storm’s face was.

“It’s not bad. I’ve got some wraps over my knees, too, but Maggie, our wise woman, said that these could all come off in a day or two. My ankle will take a bit longer, and someone’s going to get me a cane to use so I can walk around,” John said, sounding very much like that last bit displeased him.

Storm was simply happy he could keep the foot at all.

John’s hand reached up and touched Storm’s bandaged face.

“How are you feeling?”

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Storm pulled away from the touch. “There will be scarring. The omegas are confident that it will not be much, however, and I’m sure there’s something I can use to make it as unnoticeable as possible.”

“It wouldn’t matter to me anyway. You’re alive, and you’re in one piece. I’ll take it.”

Storm opened his mouth to argue, to tell John that he would say otherwise when Storm’s bandages came off and he saw how truly ugly he’d become.

John stopped him by kissing him, gripping his shoulders, and pulling them closer until their bodies were firmly pressed together.

John grabbed Storm’s hand and put it between his legs.

Storm laughed. “Can you really not take the time to rest without sex?”

“You’re just as eager as I am from the feel of it,” John said, pressing his hips against Storm’s.

Storm groaned as his erection was rubbing through the quilts that separated them.

“See? I still want you. And I’ll keep wanting you, no matter what happens with these come off,” John said, touching the bandages gently once more.

Storm never felt so loved or so filled with love for another person in his entire life. He could hardly believe that he’d denied himself this for so long. His mate had come for him, and now they had each other.

“I love you,” Storm said. “I love you with everything inside of me. I thought I would die of fear when they took you. I’m sorry I made it difficult for so long. I just―”

“Shh.” John kissed him. His younger lover rubbed his shoulders and his neck, soothing away all of Storm’s fears.

Storm found himself kissing back just as passionately, touching everywhere he could on John’s warm skin. Though he had the man in his arms, his brain needed constant reminders that this was real, John was safe, they were both safe, and they were together.

Storm was the one to break apart from their kiss.

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“I want to. I will, I mean,” Storm said, stuttering over his words.

“But for now can you just hold me?”

John kissed him again, and they did just that, both strengthened by the presence of the other.

THE END

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