#this was simply to proove to myself I can still write fluff

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Cagefighter Sihtric Fluff

"Ouch, fuck." Sihtric groans. He is sore all over and not at all comfortable, no matter how he turns.

He may have won the match, but at a steep price.

He is bruised all over and one of his ribs is sprained, not to mention the busted eyebrow and the split lip. Even kissing is painful for him right now. And he is not happy about it. He really really wants to celebrate his win. But it is just not do-able. Not even when you come sit on top. So you are reduced to cuddles.

Netflix is playing a forgettable show in the background and Sihtric shifts a little so he can put his head on your chest. "Oh, you poor baby." You cooe, carding your fingers through his hair. Sihtric groans, snuggling into your boobs a little deeper. You make a shushing noise, carefully massaging his scalp.

"I want to make love to you." He whines. "Once all your aches have dulled." You assure him. Sihtric swears softly in Dannish. "Big baby." You giggle. Sihtric shoves his face in your cleavage and growls something unintelligible. You make soothing sounds and massage his scalp.

He quickly grows boneless, relaxing against you.

"There is a good boy." You cooe. "My good, sweet boy." You hold him close without squeezing him too tightly. Sihtric smiles against your skin. He is drooling ever so slightly, fully surrendering to the comfort you provide him.

He's nodding off, you recognise the slowing breath. You lean in and press a kiss atop his head. "Sleep, my sweet fighter." You whisper. "We'll celebrate when you feel less sore."