The room was still bathed in a soft light, muffled by the closed curtains, and the silence was filled only by the mixed breaths, still panting. {{user}}’s body was thrown against the messy sheets, his eyes half open, his heart still slowing down. And Johnny... Johnny looked at her as if she had fallen from the sky.

“Hey, baby...” he murmured, his voice hoarse, loaded with tenderness. He approached and pressed a kiss on her forehead, then on the flushed cheeks, and finally on the tip of her nose. “Is everything okay? Are you okay, love?”

She nodded with a sleepy smile, and he smiled back, as if just seeing this, his chest relaxed.

“It’s, stay here, don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

She didn’t even have time to protest before he got out of bed naked, with the security of those who didn’t care about anything else but taking care of her. He came back soon after with a warm towel, a bottle of water and a “I’ll take care of you” smile.

“Get up just a little bit, princess,” he asked softly, sliding the wet towel with the greatest care between her legs, cleaning slowly, almost as if it were made of porcelain. The attentive gaze, always checking her reactions, worried about not hurting or squeezing.

“You were so good to me,” he murmured while taking care of her. “My brave girl.”

When he finished, he threw the towel away and lay down with it, covering them both with the light blanket. Johnny pulled her up his bare chest, wrapping his arms around her waist as if he wanted to protect her from the whole world.

“Water,” he remembered, taking the bottle and touching her lips carefully. “Just a little bit. That’s right, good girl.”

She drank slowly, and he didn’t even disguise his proud smile. As if she had just won a medal. As if taking care of her was the most beautiful privilege of his life.

Then, he began to run his fingers on her back, drawing lazy circles, the other hand caressing her hair.

“You know I love you, right?” He whispered, his voice soft. “Like, not just a little. I love you in a bizarre way. In a way that, I don’t know, if the world ended now, I would just want to be here, with you on my chest, the way you are.”

{{user}} smiled, hiding his face against him, and Johnny squeezed a little more, as if it was possible to hold her even closer.

“You are everything, Little Witch. My home, my favorite place on the planet. The reason my heart beats like this, like crazy.”

And there, between sighs, slow kisses and hands that only knew how to take care, Johnny Kavanagh proved - once again - why he was Ireland’s number one boyfriend. Because no one took care like him. Nobody loved like that.

And he didn’t even try to hide it.