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It had been a slow week at the freak show. There were still a fair amount of people that had come to visit, but only enough to fund basic necessities for you and all your friends. So everyone was understandably stressed. So much so in fact, that Elsa had to go hunt for any new 'talent' to bring to the show. She claimed a new act would draw people in. Alongside that, many of your friends tried to sleep or drink their worries away. However, you decided to take a healthier route and decided to go on a walk.
Walking always helped you clear your head; you didn’t know exactly why. Maybe it was the copious amount of fresh air you got, or maybe it was because you could disconnect and just focus on the scenery around you. Regardless, it helped because only a few minutes in, you started to forget about all that was troubling you.
Though the first few moments of the walk were refreshing, it was unforgivably hot and humid outside. Sweat started to collect above your brow and other parts of your body. The undesirable weather was really starting to get to you, but what else did you expect? It was July, after all, and the Florida heat is known to be relentless. You were just going to have to try to ignore the heat and keep on going. Returning to the trailer you shared with Jimmy this early seemed boring, considering he was busy helping his mother with something. Thus you carried on, walking around with no specific destination in mind.
Being a person with a fuller frame, you should have thought about the chafing that would happen if you continued your stroll in this weather. However, the problem just slipped your mind. Now you were left with an uncomfortable sting in your inner thighs. That was your cue to head back, so that’s exactly what you did.
On your way back, the cotton of your shorts had soaked up every drop of sweat, and the damp fabric rubbed against your skin, irritating your soft plush thighs to an unbearable extent. You winced at the undesirable contact with each step you took. By the time you reached your trailer, you were practically waddling; you tried to keep your thighs apart to decrease the amount of friction against them. You hoped that no one had seen you in such an embarrassing state.
You swiftly made your way into your trailer, slipped off your shoes and curled up in your bed. You groaned and smushed your face into your pillow. Sleep sounded terrific right now. And hopefully, when you'd wake up, the pain would ease up a bit.
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An hour or so later, the trailer door clicked open.
“Hey, doll, you in here?” Jimmy’s voice broke the comfortable silence; his words were laced with worry. He’d been looking for you everywhere outside. He knew you enjoyed walking after a long day. So when he didn’t find you on your usual route, he got a bit worried. Though all that worry was washed away, once he saw your body draped over the bed. Blankets had been discarded onto the floor and your face was smothered by a pillow.
Jimmy chuckled at the sight. He thought you looked adorable.
“So this is where you’ve been,” he mumbled and picked up the blankets to put away–there was no need for them in this heat, anyway. As he was doing so, his gaze fell on your thighs. Your shorts had hiked up, fully exposing the red chafing on your inner thighs. He grimaced at the sight. It looked terrible. He couldn't even imagine the sheer amount of pain you were in.
He set the blankets aside and walked over to the cupboards. He knew you kept aloe vera cream somewhere around here and that it helped with reducing the irritation that came with chafing. After rummaging through a bunch of cabinets and cupboards, he had finally found what he was looking for. He quietly made his way back to your sleeping body, careful as to not wake you–as if his loud rummaging hadn't already.
He sat down next to you on the bed and gently pulled one of your legs onto his lap. Soon, comforting hands were applying the cold cream onto your soft skin. He rubbed it along your thighs in light patterns, making sure he wasn’t too rough so as to not hurt you. He repeated the same thing on your other leg, and the soothing action made you hum in approval.
"Starting to feel more bearable?" Jimmy asked, applying the last of the cream and setting the container aside. He wasn’t surprised that you had woken up; what surprised him was that you had managed to fall asleep in so much pain in the first place.
"A little. Still burns a bit when I move," you replied and shifted slightly to get a better view of him.
His deep brown eyes were trained on the task at hand and his
"Suppose I'll just have to kiss it better then." He smirked and began placing gentle kisses on the area around your damaged skin. You giggled at his childishness and patted the empty space next to you on the small bed.
"Get up over here." He did as he was told and cuddled up next to you. You laid your head atop of his chest, weary as to not move your still fairly sore legs too much.
"You're such a sap, you know that right?" you remarked as you snuggled into his chest. You closed your eyes and focused on the rhythmic beat of his heart.
"I did make you feel better though, didn't I?" He retorted.
"It did, thank you." You looked up and flashed him a smile.
"Don't mention it, sweetheart." He pressed a short kiss to your lips. "I'll always be here to kiss your wounds better."