amaze amaze amaze

Ryland noticed of course. always zeroing in on you and your needs, and catching on hours before you had, to what was happening

it was likely just a common cold, overworking yourself and not wearing a jacket out into the cold (which he scolds you about, and brings one of his hoodies in preparation, you never listen) does that to a person

so you stumbling into your shared apartment had finally done enough for him, he had sprinted over immediately taking all of your bags and removing your shoes for you

ushering you into the sheets of your also shared bed and leaving you with a bottle of water and a cold compress, followed by him rushing out and the click of the front door shutting

to say it was a long 20 minutes would be an understatement, the sickness somehow hitting you in tenfold the second he walked out of the bedroom

and after what felt like an eternity (cutting yourself some slack because your nose is 100% trying to suffocate you right now) the front door rattles as he opens it, hurried footsteps accompany his appearance that’s now by your side

“Ryyyy” you whine out, grasping at him, mainly being dramatic, even if that’s becoming less true as your throat starts to hurt more and your snot tries harder and harder to make it impossible to breath

regardless, Ryland smirks at you, hand lifting up to pet at your hair

“I’m sorry, sweet girl. I ran to the store” he holds up a brown paper bag, its contents weighing it down as it sags in his hold

“I got you ginger ale, some snacks, an entire box of crackers…” he pulls out each item and he lists it off, the pile now accumulating on your nightstand

“I got you both dayquil and nightquil, a thermometer, tissues, a humidifier, cough drops just in case, and ingredients for homemade chicken noodle soup on the kitchen counter”

now with all of the bags contents covering the night stand he shucks the empty bag aside, a proud expression painting his face

he hears you sniffle, leaning over to start unwrapping the tissue before your hand is wrapping around his bicep to still him, he finally clues in and looks down

tears wetting your face as you look up at him, panic takes hold of him immediately, his hands coming up to cup your face and steady your gaze on him

“baby? what’s wrong? why are you crying??” he keeps his voice soft, not wanting to add anymore stimulation to the already overwhelming situation that is your body against this sickness

“sorry ry- it’s stupid.. I didn’t mean to start crying” your voice hiccuping as you try to breath through the sentence

“it’s just.. no one has ever done this much for me! never c-cared as much”

he listens intently, his eyes not once leaving your face, his thumbs now brushing the falling tears away

you’re gripping the front of this shirt now, head buried in his chest while he kisses the top of your head, nuzzling into your hair

“I would do this every day, for the rest of my life, if time allowed me, sweetheart.”

your heart skips a beat, he just pulls you in closer, his strong arms now spanning your back as he hugs you to his body

“I love you so much”

“I love you, Ryland.”

the look he gives you as you both pull apart is nothing short of the most amount of love and adoration, that you’re mirroring as his hand slides to the back of you neck

he leans down, inches away from your face, his breath fanning down on your lips

“you shouldn’t kiss me, Ry! you’re gonna get sick” you pout at him, trying to pull away, but his grip tightens and he pushes you forward

“it’ll be worth it”

Ryland’s lips now on yours, a gentle kiss saying a million words he doesn’t need to

never feeling more content than in this moment, even while sick and stuck in bed

never feeling more loved <3

He drops his leg and runs his hand over your core, cupping you over your jeans. Your breath hitches, you pop the button on your jeans and unzip them with sure hands, laughing softly when his brows raise and his pupils blow out. You see how turned on he is in his eyes alone, you wonder if he’s ever done this before. 

You have to grab his wrist and guide him back to your center when he doesn’t move. He hears you loud and clear, slipping his hand straight into your panties with a groan against your lips. You shush him quietly between kisses, smiling when he huffs. He drops his head to your neck when he feels how wet you are, trying to muffle another groan. He pinches your side when you laugh, “shut up.” You can feel his face heat up, feel his warm breath fanning over your skin. 

His hand at your core is clumsy, still searching for your clit. He knows when he finds it, you jump against him with a quiet noise. “Mm, that’s a pretty sound,” he whispers, “shame.” You smile, pulling him up to kiss you. 

You hear footsteps behind you, loud voices carrying through the crack under the door. You both freeze, big eyes meeting yours. He circles his fingers slowly, grinning when you mouth his name. The voices finally fade, he dips into your entrance for just a second, sucking his fingers clean while he unbuttons his pants. You reach for him, watching his face as you wrap your hand around his length and give him a soft stroke. 

His brows pinch and his eyes close slowly, a quiet moan ripping from his throat before he can stop it. Your free hand flies to cover his mouth, you laugh silently, reprimanding him with your eyes. He licks your hand and leans forward to kiss you, smiling against your lips in apology. Big hands drag your pants down, help you step out of them, lead you to the small counter. He crowds into you, licking into your mouth like the few seconds spent apart made him desperate. 

Perk of being on a ship run by Stratt was the supply of condoms to the crew, Ryland opens the small cabinet on the wall and finds someone’s stash. “Nice,” you whisper, smiling when he shrugs with a smirk. You pull him out of his pants while he opens the packet, giving him a few more strokes before you let him roll the condom on, his quiet whine making your stomach flip. 

“Is this - um, is this okay?” He breathes against your cheek. You feel warm all over, he’s so charming and he’s not even trying. You cup his face with both hands, biting your lip when you see the look on his face. He’s all flushed skin and fluttering lashes, eyes practically begging you to say yes. “‘Course, Ryland,” you whisper with a nod, “want you,” you add for good measure. The smallest whimper escapes his lips, he kisses you deeply, fingers sliding over your center, pulling them to one side. 

He notches his tip against you, both of you gasping silently when he pushes the tip in. “Oh my god,” his voice is so soft you almost thought you imagined it. Then he presses all the way in and drops his head to your shoulder, “b-baby, oh,” you hear it clearly right next to your ear. You roll your hips slowly, encouraging him to move. He places gentle kisses to your neck, hands moving to your ass to give him purchase as he thrusts into you. 

You hold the back of his head, and meet his movements with your own, slipping a hand down to rub your clit. He feels your fingers and shudders, squeezing his face into your shoulder to muffle his whine. You’re infinitely better at keeping quiet than him, much to your amusement. Every noise he tries to bite back makes you grin towards the ceiling. 

As soon as you feel your climax building you tap his shoulder, “I’m close,” whispered right in his ear. He nods against you, letting you speed him up with your legs against his back. Heat spreads down to your toes, your back arching as your orgasm rolls through you in delicious waves. The way your walls pulse around him pulls Ryland over too, he bites your shirt, teeth digging into the skin underneath as he chokes back a groan. 

He works you both back down slowly, head coming up to watch you. So you let him see the way your mouth is hanging open and your eyes are glassy, and you think he likes what he sees when he takes a deep breath and presses his lips to yours softly. And he doesn’t look any more put together, his hair is sticking up wildly, his cheeks pink and lids heavy. You watch each other through barely open eyes as he licks into your mouth, smiles working their way out when reality crashes back in. 

He pulls out and wraps the condom in toilet paper before he drops it in the trash with a sheepish look at you. You gape at him when he helps you off the counter and pushes you down on the toilet, “pee, we’re short on antibiotics in the medbay. Stratt said something about too many UTI’s.” He winks at you, leaning against the opposite wall. “What, now you’re shy?” He laughs at the face you make. 

You peel your panties down and pretend he’s not there, vaguely aware of him wiping up his own mess. He passes you your pants when you’re done, all sweet smiles and gentle touches, his hand landing on your lower back while you wash your hands. “Okay,” you turn to him, “I’m gonna go first, you wait a few minutes,” like you’re teenagers sneaking around behind the bleachers. 

He nods, pressing one last kiss to your lips before he lets you go. “See you out there,” he murmurs against your mouth. You slip out into the hallway, turning back to the party. Sitting across from the doorway, Stratt smiles at you and raises her glass.

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