Matches in the Dark

"That's Mercury, over there."

You give a dramatic sigh, shoving her shoulder lightly. "I KNOW, dummy. I showed you, remember?" Mercury scoffs. "Venus, don't be like that. Thought you'd be proud."

Your attention drifts to the rain outside as you strike the last of t match, lighting a vanilla cookie candle after you light a cigar. You're tired, but you're fine. Who needs sleep.

Mercury stands suddenly, lurching before she gets to her crutches. "Come on. We need to get you a bandaid." You look down and realize your finger is burnt. Oops. "It's not a cut, but we still need to medicate it." You let your girlfriend lead you to the bathroom, watching as she pulls out her med bag. An athlete and a doctor. What are the odds. You're just a pretty face.

Mercury kisses your cheek as she bandages your finger, then kisses the gauze gently. "Be careful," she murmurs, grinning.

But if not being careful gets you kisses, you might have to do it more often.