Lauren Lopez X Reader One-Shots |Requests Open!!|

Hurt Hips and Blueberry Pancakes

"Just relax, fall asleep, I'm here and I'm not leaving. You're safe." I just nodded, so unreasonably happy that this beautiful woman was in my bed and was staying. I was so incredibly lucky to have her, I couldn't imagine my life without her. I did my best to fall asleep, trying to ignore the pain, and eventually the combination of the tylenol and Lauren's tiny body pressed up against me were enough for me to drift to sleep, though I knew it wasn't going to be restful. I had never slept well, but now that I had her to distract me as well as the throbbing in my hip I knew I would be exhausted in the morning.

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I woke up at around 1 a.m. to Lauren softly snoring, her arms still wrapped around me and her face buried in my shoulder, her breath warm on my skin. As I oriented myself, I realized that the tylenol had worn off and my hip was back to the pain level it had been when I first hurt it, maybe even worse. The ice pack had warmed up enough that it wasn't helping anymore and all I could do was slightly squirm, trying to give myself some relief but not wanting to wake up Lauren. You wouldn't think it looking at her, but she was a light sleeper, I couldn't even get up to have a midnight snack without waking her up most nights. I must have been moving too much because I felt her shift and heard a soft sigh come from her side of the bed.

"(Y/N)? What's going on, are you still hurting?" Her voice was full of concern and worry, and my heart beat a little faster knowing that she cared enough about me to worry.

"Yeah, it's spasming again and it's killing me."

"What can I do to help? Do you want heat, ice, more pain meds?" She looked so concerned, I could see genuine fear in her eyes.

"No, I think I just need to massage it for a bit. Hopefully my wrist doesn't cramp up, I killed it doing handsprings yesterday."

"Well my wrists work just fine, do you want me to help?" The thought of Lauren's hand on my thigh, my hip, my butt, was enough to get my heart beating a mile a minute. Her offer was so genuine, though, that I couldn't say no to her.

"Sure, Lo, thanks. I don't think I'd be able to do it myself," I managed to let out a light chuckle before wincing at the movement it caused in my hip. Her hand moved towards me underneath the covers, snaking between the layers of blankets to find my hip. She touched the hip that was hurting, light as a butterfly, and asked "Here? Is it okay to touch?"

Even though she was as gentle as she could possibly be, it still hurt. I knew that to get my muscles to calm down enough for me to sleep I needed to just grin and bear it, so I nodded lightly.

When her hand started to move I winced and she immediately stopped. "No, no, it's okay, it's going to hurt but it'll help," I reassured her, "you can just keep going." She gave me an unsure look but did it anyway, and eventually I couldn't take the pitying look she was giving me, so I lowered my head, not realizing that in doing so I had buried my face in her chest. To my surprise, she took the hand that wasn't on my hip and placed it on the back of my head, gently petting my hair and whispering little shushing noises to me.

All of a sudden her hand was moving higher, getting the muscles closest to the joint, and her fingers were so close to the edge of the booty shorts I slept in, and if she kept moving I didn't think I would be able to bear it, but how could I tell her that? How could I tell her to stop without letting her know that I liked her, that her touching me made me so insane that I could barely breathe, how could I do that without her finding out I liked her? Her fingers brushed against the seam of my shorts and I tensed up so hard that it hurt.

"(Y/N) what is it? Did I hit something that hurt?"

"No, Lo, it's just.. You were so... I don't know how to explain it without sounding stupid." I could barely get those words out, how would I respond when she asked me again?