Dealing with the book of love (cw/tw)

He liked feeling her arms around him, but as he could feel her wanting to move her head under his arm, he ceased to cut for a bit just to let her pop her head out. He leaned down to kiss her hair before he continued with the cutting, moving the knife in calm strokes like she wanted. He pulled a small piece of the raw fish and threw it to the cat that quickly caught it in the air. He chuckled softly and continued while Juno chewed but clearly stayed alert if he was to throw more. “I like this,” he said before he looked at Buffy. And that was when he accidently cut himself on his thumb. It wasnt a deep cut but he let go of the knife and wrapped his fingers around the wound while he drew in a sharp inhale.

He nodded at her words as he clutched his finger tight to keep the blood in, though it was just pooling in the palm instead of dripping on the floor. He followed her guidance and she placed his finger under the water. He  rinsed his bloody palm while she was at it. He could tell that she felt some discomfort by the way she was holding her breath. “Sorry,” he mumbled under his breath as he looked at her apologetic. He then noticed Juno and turned his head to see the cat eat off the cutting board. “By the gods,” he mumbled as he should have seen it coming.

The cat didnt seemed fazed by her warning, it rather just wanted to chew on in case Baal was going to stop it. But the daemon was occupied with watching his finger as small droplets wanted out of the wound and seemed to quickly mix with the water. It was mesmerizing in a sense, though his mind kept thinking how he was making Buffy feel uncomfortable. He watched as she dried his hand and covered his finger. He looked up at her question and placed a hand gently against her cheek, “I’m fine,” he assured her with a smile before he leaned in to gently kiss her lips, “Thank you,” he whispered before kissing her again more tenderly.

He knew he had been careless but he didnt think it was her fault at all. He had chosen not to look oit for himself and that was how he had cut himself. He didnt know why he had to be so tender in kissing her but as she pulled away, he realized it was a bad time. He nodded at her words and went to Juno as he stroked her back, “It’s just a hairball,” he said before he carefully moved the cat so she wouldnt throw up on the cut fish. The hair ball came out with a little mixture of fish in it and Baal frowned in disgust. “I’ll never get used to that,” he said as he grabbed a papertowel and picked up the lump of yuck before Juno would try and eat it. He threw it out and made a deep sigh at the cat, “Now you wait till dinner,” he warned her before scratching her behind the ear.