Demi Imagines 2.0

Allergies

You're at home with your girlfriend, Demi...

"You're very quiet," she says, and you sneeze in response.
"I feel bad," you reply.
"Are you sick?"
"Allergies," you say. You can feel another sneeze coming. "And a head—" you sneeze, "ache."
"Well, that's not good," she comments. "Let me give you a massage. That might help," she says, getting up and moving behind you. You scoot forward so she can sit down behind you.
"Thanks," you say as she pats your shoulders before starting to massage then.
"God you're tight."
You try not to laugh.
"That sounded wrong," she finally says, making you burst into laughter.
"A little," you tell her.
She continues rubbing your shoulders, trying to get the blood flowing again.
"I was about to tell you that you're so stiff, but that would sound wrong, too," she says, making you burst into laughter.
"At least I'm not a guy," you respond.
"Last time I checked, no you weren't. Did you grow a dick overnight?" she questions, making you snort.
"Maybe I did. Want to check?" you ask, and she giggles.
"I will later," she says, leaning forward and slinging her arms around you. She rests her head on your shoulder and kisses your neck gently. "Feel a little better?" she asks.
"Yeah. Thanks."
You're not sneezing anymore, at least.
"Let me make you some tea," she tells you, kissing your cheek before getting up. "You wait here."
She leaves the room, and you watch her as she goes.
You lean back on the couch, lying down and closing your eyes. You put your palms over your closed eyes, pressing down slightly in an attempt to alleviate the pressure and heaviness you feel behind them.
You remain like that for a while, and after a moment, you hear Demi return.
"You trying to make your eyeballs explode?" she asks, and you smile slightly. You pull your hands off your eyes and open them, blinking a few times.
She looks to you, and your eyes meet.
"Your tea," she says, putting a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table.
"Thanks," you say, and she puts her tea down, too.
She climbs onto the couch in front of you, and you wrap your arms around her. She grabs the television remote and turns on some random channel showing a movie.
"How you feeling?" she asks, lacing her fingers through yours.
"Better thanks to you," you tell her, and she smiles. She moves enough to face you, and she kisses you gently. You smile against her lips and run a hand through her soft hair.
"I love you even though you're annoying when your allergies are acting up," she mumbles as she pulls away.
"I love you, too," you laugh, and she rolls over in your arms to face the TV once more.
You lie like that all afternoon, enjoying each other's company and appreciating each other, too.
Eventually she has to hit you with a pillow, but you expected that, anyway.

A/N
Okay sorry for the late update
I'm not feeling too good (physically) and couldn't finish writing yesterday
Ugh