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You felt it coming on the last few days, the faint soreness in your throat and the pressure in your sinuses. You hoped that it was just in your head, your brain playing tricks on you because you knew that there was a cold going around at work. However, when you woke up this morning, you knew that it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.

Your head was pounding, your nose was running nonstop, and your chest felt tight with each breath you took. As soon as you woke up, you let your boss know that you weren’t feeling well, and then went right back to sleep, hoping that you would wake up feeling a little bit better. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

Clark quickly noticed that you weren’t at work, and when you didn’t answer his phone call 15 minutes after you were supposed to be at work, he was worried. He had finally asked Perry 30 minutes after no sign of you, and when he told him that you had taken a sick day, he had to fight every urge inside of him not to tell Perry he needed a personal day and fly to your apartment to take care of you. But, since not everyone knew about your relationship, and he wasn’t sure if you wanted everyone to know yet, he sat back down at his desk and tried to focus on his work. 

Eight long hours later, he’s out of the office faster than he’s ever been before, his cell phone pressed to his ear as he waits to hear your voice on the other end. You finally pick up on the fourth ring, and he can tell that you’re trying to make it sound like you’re okay as soon as you say “hello?” 

“I’m coming over,” he says simply, ducking off into an alleyway and making sure no one is around before he flies to your apartment. He can hear you shuffling in the background as you sniffle, and he can hear the laboured way you’re breathing. His heart aches.

“No, Clark. Please don’t. I’m sick,” you tell him with a huff. The last thing you want is to make Clark worry. He’s got enough on his plate without worrying about the bug that you have.

“Exactly. That’s why I have to come over. I need to take care of you,” he urges, already flying over rooftops towards your apartment. It doesn’t take long before he’s at your front door; it’s lucky that you live so close to the Daily Planet.

“I’m okay, really. It’s just a cold. It’s nothing I haven’t handled by myse-,” you begin to argue before you’re cut off by a fit of coughs. The strength of them causes a pain in your lungs, and you press your phone to the blanket wrapped around you as you try to control your coughing, not wanting Clark to hear them and worry more. 

“I don’t care, I want to take care of you. Please let me,” he says in a soft voice, his pleading voice calm despite the sadness filling his chest at the sound of your coughing coming through the phone and your apartment door, which he’s now standing in front of.

“I- I don’t want to get you sick,” you say softly once you take a sip of water, which helps to ease the pain in your throat if only slightly. 

“Honey, I can’t catch human colds, you know that,” he argues, although he keeps his voice small and desperate. You sigh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back from your spot on the couch, trying to come up with another reason for him not to come in. You look like a mess, and you really don’t want him to see you like this.

“Clark, please,” is all you finally manage to get out, unable to come up with anything without telling him the truth. 

“I’m coming in,” he says simply, his key to your apartment already in the lock and unlocking the door. You jump in surprise at the noise, and a tinge of fear spikes within you before you realize that it’s just Clark; the only other person to have a key to your apartment.

His heart sinks at the sight of you curled up on the couch, covered in blankets, a glass of water and a box of tissues on the coffee table in front of you, and your small garbage can from the bathroom sitting on the floor beside the couch, almost overflowing with used tissues.

“Oh, baby,” he says as he makes his way over to you, dropping to his knees as he raises a hand to your cheek. You lean into his warmth immediately, trying to aid the to-the-bone cold you’ve felt for most of the day. You would’ve used your heating pad, but with your mind feeling so foggy, you couldn’t find it.

“Hi,” you say weakly, finally allowing yourself to deflate. You’re so used to taking care of yourself and not wanting anyone’s help, but as soon as you see the look of worry on Clark’s face, all you want is for him to take care of you. You know he’ll never hold it against you, or mistake it for weakness. He can see the tiredness in your eyes, and when he touches your frigid cheek, his hand draws back like your skin has just burned him. He can’t believe you didn’t call him this morning. You know that he’d drop anything to come help you in an instant.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, moving his hand back up to your cheek as he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Well, I feel worse than I probably look, so,” you say in a raspy voice, shrugging your shoulders. You’re met with a scoff as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. 

“You still look beautiful,” he tells you earnestly, his eyes never leaving yours. Even when you look so weak and deflated, you still look perfect to him. “Have you eaten anything today?”

As soon as you shake your head no, he sighs and gets up, ignoring your arguments as he makes his way to the kitchen. He finds a can of chicken noodle soup and empties it into a pot, waiting for it to heat up on the stove while he sets the kettle to boil some hot water. He adds a tea bag to your favourite mug, then adds some honey once the water is ready, and when he comes back into the living room, he sets the soup and the tea down on the coffee table before helping you sit up.

“Clark, you really don’t have to-” is all you can say before he’s shushing you softly. His coat and tie are off now, and your heart warms at the sight of his disheveled hair and his wrinkly white shirt, looking so worried about you.

“Of course I have to. I need to make sure my girl gets better.” He hands you the soup with a small smile, completely oblivious to the way his words make your heart flutter, and you take the soup graciously, humming in contentment as the bowl warms up your hands.

“Now, you’re gonna stay right here, and I’m gonna get you everything you need, and you’re gonna do everything I say,” he tells you sternly, although the smile is still on his face. 

“Thank you,” you say softly before taking a sip of soup, letting the hot liquid warm you from the inside out. It feels nice to have all of Clark’s attention, so worried about you feeling better that he’s willing to waste his night in your apartment and make sure you drink enough water and take your medicine.

Once you’re done with your soup, Clark curls up with you on the couch, putting on the sweatpants and t-shirt he keeps here when he sleeps over, and holding you close to him. The soup and tea helped to warm you up a little, but Clark’s body heat is better than anything else he could’ve gotten you. You curl into his side happily, the medicine he made you take finally deafening the pounding in your head and the honey from your tea soothing your sore throat.

“Do you ever have to take fake sick days just so people don’t catch on?” you ask as you both watch TV silently, Clark having put on your favourite movie to make you feel better.

“What?” he asks with a laugh, craning his head down to look at you. You look up at him as if it’s obvious, and this makes him furrow his brows in confusion.

“Well, you said you can’t get human colds. So, did you ever have to fake being sick so no one would figure out that you’re, well, not human?” you ask, looking up at him curiously. He gives you a smile, completely endeared by the way your cold is making your brain a little slower than usual.

“Can’t say that I have. No one really notices if you aren’t sick,” he explains softly, and you look up at him with a perplexed look in your eyes, processing his words.

“Not even when you were a kid?” you ask, and he shakes his head, humming softly.

“No. If anything, people would just tell my parents they were lucky that I never caught the flu going around in my classes,” he says with a shrug, chuckling softly as you nod and drop your head back onto his chest.

“I think you should take advantage of sick days. You’re paid for them. You have to take sick days every once and a while, just so no one catches on.” He can’t believe that you think that him not taking sick days would lead someone to figuring out he’s Superman, but he finds it adorable how much you seem to care about his secret getting out.

“I’ll keep that in mind, baby. Thank you,” he says, rubbing your back as you nuzzle right into him with a content sigh. You let out a muffled “you’re welcome,” your focus going back to the movie.When you finally fall asleep on him, he picks you up gently and brings you into your room, placing you under the covers and making sure you’re wrapped in blankets before he gets in beside you.

He stays close all night, just in case you wake up and need anything, or get cold and need to use his body heat, and the next day he calls in sick to work, too. He feels a little bad for calling in when he’s not sick, but when he sees how happy you are about him staying with you all day, any semblance of guilt evaporates completely. All he needs to do today is make sure his girl feels better.

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You felt it coming on the last few days, the faint soreness in your throat and the pressure in your sinuses. You hoped that it was just in your head, your brain playing tricks on you because you knew that there was a cold going around at work. However, when you woke up this morning, you knew that it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.

Your head was pounding, your nose was running nonstop, and your chest felt tight with each breath you took. As soon as you woke up, you let your boss know that you weren’t feeling well, and then went right back to sleep, hoping that you would wake up feeling a little bit better. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

Clark quickly noticed that you weren’t at work, and when you didn’t answer his phone call 15 minutes after you were supposed to be at work, he was worried. He had finally asked Perry 30 minutes after no sign of you, and when he told him that you had taken a sick day, he had to fight every urge inside of him not to tell Perry he needed a personal day and fly to your apartment to take care of you. But, since not everyone knew about your relationship, and he wasn’t sure if you wanted everyone to know yet, he sat back down at his desk and tried to focus on his work. 

Eight long hours later, he’s out of the office faster than he’s ever been before, his cell phone pressed to his ear as he waits to hear your voice on the other end. You finally pick up on the fourth ring, and he can tell that you’re trying to make it sound like you’re okay as soon as you say “hello?” 

“I’m coming over,” he says simply, ducking off into an alleyway and making sure no one is around before he flies to your apartment. He can hear you shuffling in the background as you sniffle, and he can hear the laboured way you’re breathing. His heart aches.

“No, Clark. Please don’t. I’m sick,” you tell him with a huff. The last thing you want is to make Clark worry. He’s got enough on his plate without worrying about the bug that you have.

“Exactly. That’s why I have to come over. I need to take care of you,” he urges, already flying over rooftops towards your apartment. It doesn’t take long before he’s at your front door; it’s lucky that you live so close to the Daily Planet.

“I’m okay, really. It’s just a cold. It’s nothing I haven’t handled by myse-,” you begin to argue before you’re cut off by a fit of coughs. The strength of them causes a pain in your lungs, and you press your phone to the blanket wrapped around you as you try to control your coughing, not wanting Clark to hear them and worry more. 

“I don’t care, I want to take care of you. Please let me,” he says in a soft voice, his pleading voice calm despite the sadness filling his chest at the sound of your coughing coming through the phone and your apartment door, which he’s now standing in front of.

“I- I don’t want to get you sick,” you say softly once you take a sip of water, which helps to ease the pain in your throat if only slightly. 

“Honey, I can’t catch human colds, you know that,” he argues, although he keeps his voice small and desperate. You sigh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back from your spot on the couch, trying to come up with another reason for him not to come in. You look like a mess, and you really don’t want him to see you like this.

“Clark, please,” is all you finally manage to get out, unable to come up with anything without telling him the truth. 

“I’m coming in,” he says simply, his key to your apartment already in the lock and unlocking the door. You jump in surprise at the noise, and a tinge of fear spikes within you before you realize that it’s just Clark; the only other person to have a key to your apartment.

His heart sinks at the sight of you curled up on the couch, covered in blankets, a glass of water and a box of tissues on the coffee table in front of you, and your small garbage can from the bathroom sitting on the floor beside the couch, almost overflowing with used tissues.

“Oh, baby,” he says as he makes his way over to you, dropping to his knees as he raises a hand to your cheek. You lean into his warmth immediately, trying to aid the to-the-bone cold you’ve felt for most of the day. You would’ve used your heating pad, but with your mind feeling so foggy, you couldn’t find it.

“Hi,” you say weakly, finally allowing yourself to deflate. You’re so used to taking care of yourself and not wanting anyone’s help, but as soon as you see the look of worry on Clark’s face, all you want is for him to take care of you. You know he’ll never hold it against you, or mistake it for weakness. He can see the tiredness in your eyes, and when he touches your frigid cheek, his hand draws back like your skin has just burned him. He can’t believe you didn’t call him this morning. You know that he’d drop anything to come help you in an instant.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, moving his hand back up to your cheek as he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Well, I feel worse than I probably look, so,” you say in a raspy voice, shrugging your shoulders. You’re met with a scoff as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. 

“You still look beautiful,” he tells you earnestly, his eyes never leaving yours. Even when you look so weak and deflated, you still look perfect to him. “Have you eaten anything today?”

As soon as you shake your head no, he sighs and gets up, ignoring your arguments as he makes his way to the kitchen. He finds a can of chicken noodle soup and empties it into a pot, waiting for it to heat up on the stove while he sets the kettle to boil some hot water. He adds a tea bag to your favourite mug, then adds some honey once the water is ready, and when he comes back into the living room, he sets the soup and the tea down on the coffee table before helping you sit up.

“Clark, you really don’t have to-” is all you can say before he’s shushing you softly. His coat and tie are off now, and your heart warms at the sight of his disheveled hair and his wrinkly white shirt, looking so worried about you.

“Of course I have to. I need to make sure my girl gets better.” He hands you the soup with a small smile, completely oblivious to the way his words make your heart flutter, and you take the soup graciously, humming in contentment as the bowl warms up your hands.

“Now, you’re gonna stay right here, and I’m gonna get you everything you need, and you’re gonna do everything I say,” he tells you sternly, although the smile is still on his face. 

“Thank you,” you say softly before taking a sip of soup, letting the hot liquid warm you from the inside out. It feels nice to have all of Clark’s attention, so worried about you feeling better that he’s willing to waste his night in your apartment and make sure you drink enough water and take your medicine.

Once you’re done with your soup, Clark curls up with you on the couch, putting on the sweatpants and t-shirt he keeps here when he sleeps over, and holding you close to him. The soup and tea helped to warm you up a little, but Clark’s body heat is better than anything else he could’ve gotten you. You curl into his side happily, the medicine he made you take finally deafening the pounding in your head and the honey from your tea soothing your sore throat.

“Do you ever have to take fake sick days just so people don’t catch on?” you ask as you both watch TV silently, Clark having put on your favourite movie to make you feel better.

“What?” he asks with a laugh, craning his head down to look at you. You look up at him as if it’s obvious, and this makes him furrow his brows in confusion.

“Well, you said you can’t get human colds. So, did you ever have to fake being sick so no one would figure out that you’re, well, not human?” you ask, looking up at him curiously. He gives you a smile, completely endeared by the way your cold is making your brain a little slower than usual.

“Can’t say that I have. No one really notices if you aren’t sick,” he explains softly, and you look up at him with a perplexed look in your eyes, processing his words.

“Not even when you were a kid?” you ask, and he shakes his head, humming softly.

“No. If anything, people would just tell my parents they were lucky that I never caught the flu going around in my classes,” he says with a shrug, chuckling softly as you nod and drop your head back onto his chest.

“I think you should take advantage of sick days. You’re paid for them. You have to take sick days every once and a while, just so no one catches on.” He can’t believe that you think that him not taking sick days would lead someone to figuring out he’s Superman, but he finds it adorable how much you seem to care about his secret getting out.

“I’ll keep that in mind, baby. Thank you,” he says, rubbing your back as you nuzzle right into him with a content sigh. You let out a muffled “you’re welcome,” your focus going back to the movie.When you finally fall asleep on him, he picks you up gently and brings you into your room, placing you under the covers and making sure you’re wrapped in blankets before he gets in beside you.

He stays close all night, just in case you wake up and need anything, or get cold and need to use his body heat, and the next day he calls in sick to work, too. He feels a little bad for calling in when he’s not sick, but when he sees how happy you are about him staying with you all day, any semblance of guilt evaporates completely. All he needs to do today is make sure his girl feels better.

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Eddie’s hand warms up yours as you walk with him down the dirt road of the trail, yellow, orange, and red leaves surrounding you from both sides of the path and shielding you from the sun above you. The cool breeze rushes through the trees and makes you inhale a big breath to take in the comforting smell of autumn, and you squeeze Eddie’s hand as a smile erupts on your face. 

“See? I told you it wasn’t going to rain today!” you say triumphantly, giving him a smirk as you look over at him. He hums in response, rolling his eyes in fake annoyance.

“It’s still early. And, why are you wearing rain boots if you don’t think it’s going to rain?” he asks with a raised brow, eyeing the bright red rubber boots on your feet. The weather forecast for the day was lots of rain, but you wanted to go outside and see the changing leaves so badly this morning that you simply ignored it, instead deciding that it would be a perfect day to go on a walk with Eddie.

“Because they’re cute,” you say as if it’s obvious. You use the hand not holding his to push his arm, then look down at your boots, smiling to yourself.

“No, you’re cute. Actually, I think Chris had the exact same pair. When he was three,” he deadpans, looking at you with raised brows and a smug look. When he hears your scoff, he has to fight back a laugh, and when you push his arm again and drop your hand from his, he immediately reaches out for you, like it’s an instinct to keep you close. 

“Oh, what do you know! All my friends love them!” you argue as you move away from his hand, successfully avoiding his grasp as his arm tries to wrangle you back to him. You let out a giggle when you look back and see the way he squares his shoulders, ready to chase you down as you get a few steps away from him.

“No. No! You made fun of my boots. I’m mad at you,” you say as you turn to face him, sticking a warning finger out towards him as you walk backwards to keep your distance. There’s mischief in his eyes as he studies you, taking planned steps towards you. 

“You don’t look mad at me,” he says cockily, picking up his pace to close the distance between you, and when he does this, you turn and begin to run with a soft squeal.

You only get about five steps before his strong arms are wrapped around your waist, effectively pulling you into him. His breath is hot against your neck, and when you feel his teeth graze your skin, you giggle loudly, trying to squirm out of his grip. 

“You didn’t even try.” His words are matter of fact as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing soft kisses in between playful nips. Your arms cover his as you lean into him, allowing yourself to relax into his steady embrace, and when you turn your head to try to get him to kiss your lips instead of your neck, you hear a distinct sound in the sky. Thunder.

“No,” you whine, looking up at the sky to see the quickly approaching dark grey clouds, and before Eddie’s grip falters, you feel the first drop of rain land on your forehead.

“No!” you exclaim just as Eddie lets out an “I told you!” He finally lets you go and grabs your hand, ready to run back to his house before the rain really starts. Of course the rain had to start at the furthest point in your walk, you think as you begin to follow him.x

You both take off towards his house, which is conveniently close to the trail you’re currently running on, your incredulous laugh filling the air as you follow Eddie’s lead. Within 10 seconds it’s pouring, and within a minute, you already feel completely drenched, the thick material of your sweater heavy against your skin. There’s drops of water dripping down your face and Eddie’s, and you can see droplets of water on the ends of his hair as he runs just slightly ahead of you. You should’ve listened to him, you think, although you’ll never admit that.

When you finally get back to his house and under the safety of his front porch, you’re both out of breath and completely drenched. Although you just ran so far, the rain brought with it a cold chill, and so as you stand on the porch, waiting for Eddie to unlock the door, you can feel a cold settling into you, reaching your bones and making you tremble.

“We’ve gotta get out of these clothes before we catch a cold,” Eddie tells you once you’re inside and creating puddles in his entryway. He can see the slight chatter of your lips, despite your amused smile, and he quickly leads you to the bathroom and urges you out of your clothes.

He turns on the water and then rids himself of his own clothes, and once the water is warm enough, he follows you into the shower, holding you close as you both stand under the stream of water.

“I told you so,” he teases as you cling to him, feeling his firm chest pressed comfortably against you, and you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask,” you mumble, keeping your head leaned against his chest as the warm water trickles down your back and to the shower floor.

“Hey, you’re the one that insisted we go for a walk. You’re the one who wanted to see me naked,” he says smugly, rubbing your back soothingly in an attempt to warm you up. Your skin is cool to the touch, and he can still feel the occasional shiver going through your body.

“I could get you naked without doing all that running,” you say with a scoff, finally looking up at him with a smirk. He chuckles and shrugs, silently agreeing with a playful glint in his eyes. All you’d have to do is bat your eyelashes at him and he’d get on his knees, if that’s what you asked of him.

When you’re both finally warmed up, you get out of the shower and put on some fresh clothes, then make your way to the couch. You curl into Eddie as soon as he sits down, resting your head on his shoulder as your hand finds his. 

“See, just what I said earlier. A perfect day to spend inside. Watching movies,” you say, laughing when you hear Eddie’s scoff.

“Oh, that’s what you said, is it? I guess I just misheard you?” he asks incredulously, looking down at you with a raised brow. 

“You really need to work on your listening skills,” you tease, not even bothering to look up at him as the movie Eddie picked begins to play. All he does is chuckle and shake his head before turning his attention to the TV.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

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Eddie’s hand warms up yours as you walk with him down the dirt road of the trail, yellow, orange, and red leaves surrounding you from both sides of the path and shielding you from the sun above you. The cool breeze rushes through the trees and makes you inhale a big breath to take in the comforting smell of autumn, and you squeeze Eddie’s hand as a smile erupts on your face. 

“See? I told you it wasn’t going to rain today!” you say triumphantly, giving him a smirk as you look over at him. He hums in response, rolling his eyes in fake annoyance.

“It’s still early. And, why are you wearing rain boots if you don’t think it’s going to rain?” he asks with a raised brow, eyeing the bright red rubber boots on your feet. The weather forecast for the day was lots of rain, but you wanted to go outside and see the changing leaves so badly this morning that you simply ignored it, instead deciding that it would be a perfect day to go on a walk with Eddie.

“Because they’re cute,” you say as if it’s obvious. You use the hand not holding his to push his arm, then look down at your boots, smiling to yourself.

“No, you’re cute. Actually, I think Chris had the exact same pair. When he was three,” he deadpans, looking at you with raised brows and a smug look. When he hears your scoff, he has to fight back a laugh, and when you push his arm again and drop your hand from his, he immediately reaches out for you, like it’s an instinct to keep you close. 

“Oh, what do you know! All my friends love them!” you argue as you move away from his hand, successfully avoiding his grasp as his arm tries to wrangle you back to him. You let out a giggle when you look back and see the way he squares his shoulders, ready to chase you down as you get a few steps away from him.

“No. No! You made fun of my boots. I’m mad at you,” you say as you turn to face him, sticking a warning finger out towards him as you walk backwards to keep your distance. There’s mischief in his eyes as he studies you, taking planned steps towards you. 

“You don’t look mad at me,” he says cockily, picking up his pace to close the distance between you, and when he does this, you turn and begin to run with a soft squeal.

You only get about five steps before his strong arms are wrapped around your waist, effectively pulling you into him. His breath is hot against your neck, and when you feel his teeth graze your skin, you giggle loudly, trying to squirm out of his grip. 

“You didn’t even try.” His words are matter of fact as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing soft kisses in between playful nips. Your arms cover his as you lean into him, allowing yourself to relax into his steady embrace, and when you turn your head to try to get him to kiss your lips instead of your neck, you hear a distinct sound in the sky. Thunder.

“No,” you whine, looking up at the sky to see the quickly approaching dark grey clouds, and before Eddie’s grip falters, you feel the first drop of rain land on your forehead.

“No!” you exclaim just as Eddie lets out an “I told you!” He finally lets you go and grabs your hand, ready to run back to his house before the rain really starts. Of course the rain had to start at the furthest point in your walk, you think as you begin to follow him.x

You both take off towards his house, which is conveniently close to the trail you’re currently running on, your incredulous laugh filling the air as you follow Eddie’s lead. Within 10 seconds it’s pouring, and within a minute, you already feel completely drenched, the thick material of your sweater heavy against your skin. There’s drops of water dripping down your face and Eddie’s, and you can see droplets of water on the ends of his hair as he runs just slightly ahead of you. You should’ve listened to him, you think, although you’ll never admit that.

When you finally get back to his house and under the safety of his front porch, you’re both out of breath and completely drenched. Although you just ran so far, the rain brought with it a cold chill, and so as you stand on the porch, waiting for Eddie to unlock the door, you can feel a cold settling into you, reaching your bones and making you tremble.

“We’ve gotta get out of these clothes before we catch a cold,” Eddie tells you once you’re inside and creating puddles in his entryway. He can see the slight chatter of your lips, despite your amused smile, and he quickly leads you to the bathroom and urges you out of your clothes.

He turns on the water and then rids himself of his own clothes, and once the water is warm enough, he follows you into the shower, holding you close as you both stand under the stream of water.

“I told you so,” he teases as you cling to him, feeling his firm chest pressed comfortably against you, and you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask,” you mumble, keeping your head leaned against his chest as the warm water trickles down your back and to the shower floor.

“Hey, you’re the one that insisted we go for a walk. You’re the one who wanted to see me naked,” he says smugly, rubbing your back soothingly in an attempt to warm you up. Your skin is cool to the touch, and he can still feel the occasional shiver going through your body.

“I could get you naked without doing all that running,” you say with a scoff, finally looking up at him with a smirk. He chuckles and shrugs, silently agreeing with a playful glint in his eyes. All you’d have to do is bat your eyelashes at him and he’d get on his knees, if that’s what you asked of him.

When you’re both finally warmed up, you get out of the shower and put on some fresh clothes, then make your way to the couch. You curl into Eddie as soon as he sits down, resting your head on his shoulder as your hand finds his. 

“See, just what I said earlier. A perfect day to spend inside. Watching movies,” you say, laughing when you hear Eddie’s scoff.

“Oh, that’s what you said, is it? I guess I just misheard you?” he asks incredulously, looking down at you with a raised brow. 

“You really need to work on your listening skills,” you tease, not even bothering to look up at him as the movie Eddie picked begins to play. All he does is chuckle and shake his head before turning his attention to the TV.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

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Eddie’s hand warms up yours as you walk with him down the dirt road of the trail, yellow, orange, and red leaves surrounding you from both sides of the path and shielding you from the sun above you. The cool breeze rushes through the trees and makes you inhale a big breath to take in the comforting smell of autumn, and you squeeze Eddie’s hand as a smile erupts on your face. 

“See? I told you it wasn’t going to rain today!” you say triumphantly, giving him a smirk as you look over at him. He hums in response, rolling his eyes in fake annoyance.

“It’s still early. And, why are you wearing rain boots if you don’t think it’s going to rain?” he asks with a raised brow, eyeing the bright red rubber boots on your feet. The weather forecast for the day was lots of rain, but you wanted to go outside and see the changing leaves so badly this morning that you simply ignored it, instead deciding that it would be a perfect day to go on a walk with Eddie.

“Because they’re cute,” you say as if it’s obvious. You use the hand not holding his to push his arm, then look down at your boots, smiling to yourself.

“No, you’re cute. Actually, I think Chris had the exact same pair. When he was three,” he deadpans, looking at you with raised brows and a smug look. When he hears your scoff, he has to fight back a laugh, and when you push his arm again and drop your hand from his, he immediately reaches out for you, like it’s an instinct to keep you close. 

“Oh, what do you know! All my friends love them!” you argue as you move away from his hand, successfully avoiding his grasp as his arm tries to wrangle you back to him. You let out a giggle when you look back and see the way he squares his shoulders, ready to chase you down as you get a few steps away from him.

“No. No! You made fun of my boots. I’m mad at you,” you say as you turn to face him, sticking a warning finger out towards him as you walk backwards to keep your distance. There’s mischief in his eyes as he studies you, taking planned steps towards you. 

“You don’t look mad at me,” he says cockily, picking up his pace to close the distance between you, and when he does this, you turn and begin to run with a soft squeal.

You only get about five steps before his strong arms are wrapped around your waist, effectively pulling you into him. His breath is hot against your neck, and when you feel his teeth graze your skin, you giggle loudly, trying to squirm out of his grip. 

“You didn’t even try.” His words are matter of fact as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing soft kisses in between playful nips. Your arms cover his as you lean into him, allowing yourself to relax into his steady embrace, and when you turn your head to try to get him to kiss your lips instead of your neck, you hear a distinct sound in the sky. Thunder.

“No,” you whine, looking up at the sky to see the quickly approaching dark grey clouds, and before Eddie’s grip falters, you feel the first drop of rain land on your forehead.

“No!” you exclaim just as Eddie lets out an “I told you!” He finally lets you go and grabs your hand, ready to run back to his house before the rain really starts. Of course the rain had to start at the furthest point in your walk, you think as you begin to follow him.x

You both take off towards his house, which is conveniently close to the trail you’re currently running on, your incredulous laugh filling the air as you follow Eddie’s lead. Within 10 seconds it’s pouring, and within a minute, you already feel completely drenched, the thick material of your sweater heavy against your skin. There’s drops of water dripping down your face and Eddie’s, and you can see droplets of water on the ends of his hair as he runs just slightly ahead of you. You should’ve listened to him, you think, although you’ll never admit that.

When you finally get back to his house and under the safety of his front porch, you’re both out of breath and completely drenched. Although you just ran so far, the rain brought with it a cold chill, and so as you stand on the porch, waiting for Eddie to unlock the door, you can feel a cold settling into you, reaching your bones and making you tremble.

“We’ve gotta get out of these clothes before we catch a cold,” Eddie tells you once you’re inside and creating puddles in his entryway. He can see the slight chatter of your lips, despite your amused smile, and he quickly leads you to the bathroom and urges you out of your clothes.

He turns on the water and then rids himself of his own clothes, and once the water is warm enough, he follows you into the shower, holding you close as you both stand under the stream of water.

“I told you so,” he teases as you cling to him, feeling his firm chest pressed comfortably against you, and you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask,” you mumble, keeping your head leaned against his chest as the warm water trickles down your back and to the shower floor.

“Hey, you’re the one that insisted we go for a walk. You’re the one who wanted to see me naked,” he says smugly, rubbing your back soothingly in an attempt to warm you up. Your skin is cool to the touch, and he can still feel the occasional shiver going through your body.

“I could get you naked without doing all that running,” you say with a scoff, finally looking up at him with a smirk. He chuckles and shrugs, silently agreeing with a playful glint in his eyes. All you’d have to do is bat your eyelashes at him and he’d get on his knees, if that’s what you asked of him.

When you’re both finally warmed up, you get out of the shower and put on some fresh clothes, then make your way to the couch. You curl into Eddie as soon as he sits down, resting your head on his shoulder as your hand finds his. 

“See, just what I said earlier. A perfect day to spend inside. Watching movies,” you say, laughing when you hear Eddie’s scoff.

“Oh, that’s what you said, is it? I guess I just misheard you?” he asks incredulously, looking down at you with a raised brow. 

“You really need to work on your listening skills,” you tease, not even bothering to look up at him as the movie Eddie picked begins to play. All he does is chuckle and shake his head before turning his attention to the TV.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

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