Ajax

You hear a knock at the door. Reluctantly, you open it to find your enemy on your doorstep. You roll your eyes."Ajax, what the hell" You stop mid-sentence when you catch sight of his bruises and deep cuts. "Oh Shit..just come in!" you blurt out. He groans as he flops onto the couch, clearly in pain. You rush to grab the emergency kit from the bathroom, before cleaning him up. Your attention Is split as he begins to groan louder. "Stop being such a baby"you snap, your annoyance barely masking your concern. Ajax’s breathing grows heavier, tension filing the air. "Fuck, Y/N..your top...” he whines. You glance down to find the buttons on your shirt have come undone, revealing way more than you intended.