2? ;>
With a hoarse voice, under the blankets
"Kylo, honestly," Rey's voice struggled along with her body as she attempted to support her 6'4" boyfriend into his apartment. "How did you even get down the stairs if you can barely walk two feet without me?"
Kylo groaned, head lolling back as he pushed off of her and leaned into the wall in the hallway, hands grasping it as he followed it to his bedroom door.
"I didn't want," his voice was raspy as he turned his head to let out a large sneeze. "To disappoint you. We've had this night planned all month."
Rey huffed as she followed him as he stumbled into the room and onto his excessively large bed, "Only you would convince yourself that I'd rather you make yourself even more sick to the point where you can't even walk than stay in bed and get healthy."
Whatever he said in response was muffled by the pillow he had pushed his face into as he sprawled face-down on the bed. She sighed and pulled his shoes and socks off, being sure to place the shoes on his cleaning rack and the socks in the proper hamper. The last thing she wanted was for him to wake up distraught by misplaced laundry, not forgetting the first time she had spent the night.
She looked at the suit he was wearing and bit her lip, wondering if it would be inappropriate to take it off so he could sleep better. Without waiting too long, she leaned over to unclasp his belt and pulled off his pants, placing the duvet cover over him as congested snores began almost immediately.
A few hours later, Rey padded back into the room, armed from her short trip to the store with theraflu and other assorted medicines. Kylo's body moved a little as she sat on the edge of the bed, her hand rubbing his back under the covers.
He didn't respond, so she began placing everything on the nightstand, humming softly into the silence. A hand reaching for hers startled her, but he gripped it and brushed his thumb across it, tugging her down.
"Rey," he spoke for the first time in four hours, voice raspy with sleep and sickness. "I love you, you know that right?"
He was still buried under the duvet she had placed over him, but she heard him clear enough and smiled. Laughing gently, she squeezed his hand. "I know that, Kylo. Go back to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."
With more strength than she thought he still had, he threw the covers open and tugged her down to lay beside him, covering them both back up. Freeing her hand, she brushed matted hair off his face, eyes closed again in contentment as she curled towards him.
Her thumb brushed against his cheek as he began snoring again, so unusually vulnerable like this.
"I love you, too, Kylo."
Prompt fill for “The way you said ‘I love you’”
