There you were, a nest of heat pads, sour mood, and suffering. No position either upright or reclined offered any solace. The usual comforts of the couch had abandoned you to your torments.
Embittered, you only mumbled a greeting into the folds of your fuzzy blanket without looking up from your phone when he entered. It wasn’t his fault, and you knew it, and you knew he knew it. You weren’t blaming him, and you were doing your best not to take it out on him. You only had so much energy and sweetness. He deserved it, for sure, if anyone did, but you were saving it for if somebody called so you wouldn’t immediately rip their head off. It wasn’t their fault either. Probably.
He was carrying a package of some kind that rustled with a plasticy-foily sound as he approached the couch. After a few moments of inspecting your position on the furniture, as well as the general characteristics of the expression on your face, he said, “Scooch. Two inches to your right.”
“I was here first.”
“I acknowledge your claim and present no challenge. I’ll bribe you for two more inches.”
“I’m listening.” You did not look up, though your brow started to quirk in amusement.
Bending down, he whispered gently in your ear, “I have an entire bag of chocolates and hands you have previously described as ‘large’ and ‘warm’.”
“You are a very good negotiator.”
“You’re too kind. My inches?”
Begrudging only a little, you shifted to your right. He settled beside you after taking off his jacket, and wrapped an arm around you, easily sliding you into a position where his hand could press against your belly, low, where the hurt was sharpest. With a knife, he cut open the bag of chocolates.
“Thank you.” You settled comfortably against him, resting your head against his chest. He was warm, and something about his steady heartbeat and breathing soothed you.
“Mmhm.” He replied quietly into your crown, offering the open bag.
Mother nature was doing me a heckin’ hurt the other day to the point of where I couldn’t get out of bed and decided to spend the entire day in it, writhing in pain and complaining and just being miserable. And whiny. And just.. blech.
Seriously, this could be almost any ONE of my fav’s… and I squeaked, and flailed and giggled and was giddy for hours over this one. Even though I still hurt, I was feeling better after reading this. And the 10 times reading it again after that.
Thank you so much Doll! You made me feel so much better!
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 