***Come on. We all knew this was coming. The obligatory 'sick' one.
***IT'S JUST SO DAMN CUTE OKAY
The day is drizzly and gray, a sharp chill slicing the air as my feet trod quietly down the street. I had to run to CVS to get medicine for Scott who woke up sick this morning. My poor baby was shivering and sweating at the same time, lying miserable under our sheets. It was probably from our late walk last night, in the rain I might add. I told him to bring a jacket, and shirt for that matter, but I wasn't too insistent. Honestly, who wouldn't want to see Scott without a shirt on? Do I even need to mention what happens in the cold?
He tried to deny his illness for about ten minutes before I took his temperature, then gave in when it turned out to be 104 degrees. That's when I left without realizing that it's freaking freezing out here. My thin t-shirt and shoes are both soaked through; basketball shorts the only thing retaining what little heat remains in my blood. I walk a little faster when I see our apartment stairs, and a certain blond giant wrapped in a blanket sitting on them.
"Scott!" I yell and pick up my pace even more, jogging over to where he's sitting, plastic bag bouncing wildly at my side.
He looks up and smiles at me, nose red and shoulders hunched into a Ninja Turtles quilt I found on Amazon. I'm trying to be mad at him for not staying in bed, but he's entirely too adorable. "Scotty, I told you stay inside. You're too sick to be out in this weather."
"I know, I'm sorry. But I couldn't sleep and the apartment felt so empty without you in it. And I was cold. V cold. I want you to cuddle with me. Please?" He looks up at me with those big blue eyes and pouts his bottom lip out, making me fight a smile.
"Of course I'll cuddle with you, Skeeter. Just, please stay inside. You're enormous, and I don't think I can carry you up these stairs if you lose your legs from frostbite." I say with a worried look down at him. He sniffles and smiles back at me, making my heart flip. I don't know why I'm so in the feels today, but it's probably because sick Scott is undeniably one of the cutest things I've ever seen.
I pull him up by his hands and we continue up the flight together, arms around each others waists. "Are you feeling any better from...twenty minutes ago?" I ask as we enter the apartment and I unload the bag on the kitchen counter.
"Eh...not really. The ibuprofen kicked in a little but other than that it's still sniffles and shivers. You look cold though, and wet. I'll take my medicine so you can go change if you want." I shoot him a look while I measure out the NyQuil.
"I don't believe you, Mister. You'll just dump it in the sink like last time."
"That was ONE time!"
"This is only the second time you've been sick with me."
"I promise I'll take it, Michelle. Now go change so we can snuggle. Please?" I sigh heavily and decide to try.
"Alright, fine. But don't think I won't know if you don't take it. I have ways, Hoying. Momma knows." He actually looks a little intimidated as I walk into our room.
A few minutes later I walk out to see him making a horrible face and opening a water bottle, empty medicine cup on the counter. After chugging the entire thing he throws it away and scowls at me as I laugh at him.
"You suck. And not even in the good way right now. Get in there, jerk. Now you have to stay until I fall asleep." His superfrown follows me into our bedroom.
I stop him when he's about to flop down and lean in, kissing him gently, but insistently. He seems a little surprised but goes with it, hesitating when I run my tongue along his lip.
"Mitchie, I don't want to get you si-" I cut him off again and this time he lets me in, sliding his hands up and down my sides. My tongue slips past his lips and works with his, tasting deeper until I'm satisfied with my answer. I pull back and place small kisses on his bottom lip, calming him down. Finally he opens his eyes and looks at me, confused but delighted all the same.
"You didn't take it, did you?" I ask with a smirk. I know he didn't.
"I did so!"
"Why can't I taste it then?" He falters now, scowling and leaving without a word. I laugh when he reenters the room a few minutes later, nose crinkled in disgust.
"Do I at least get another kiss?" He asks bitterly.
"Yes, you do." I reply with amusement, adding a little more tongue than is necessary because I know he loves it. He's a weirdo, my Scottland.
I kiss the tip of his nose when I'm satisfied that he took it, picking the quilt up from where it fell off his shoulders and instructing him to lay down. He obeys and turns on his side, opening his arms and smiling for me. I return it and flop down next to him, snuggling up to him in his favorite way. Facing him, nose tucked into the crook of his neck, arm over his waist with one of his legs thrown over both of mine. He wraps his thick arms around me, huddling into my warmth. I pull the quilt up over us, placing a kiss under his jaw. Giving one final shiver, he falls asleep, leaving me with the comforting thump of his heartbeat and the love for my goofy Scott swelling in my chest.
A/N
So it's not blindfolded chair, but that will definitley be on its way. This was just because I enjoy cuddling more than breathing sometimes. Plus, most of my one-shots are smutty, so this shoulde help balance it out. You feel me?
Alright, love ya'll. Stay #fcute
