🤒 for demonwoods (merilwen/prudence)
Hiii, Vex!! (Do let me know if you don't want to be called that) I've been wanting to write more demonwoods so thank you for requesting them (:* I'm gonna put this under the cut because it got a little long
Prompt: 🤒 Sick bed
"You're the most stubborn sick person I have ever met." Merilwen declares with crossed arms.
Prudence mimics the move from her four-postered sick bed, "Good to know being sick isn't affecting my evil ways.".
A sigh drops from Merilwen's lips as she fights the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. Truth be told, she never thought Prudence could get sick, that it just didn't mix with her effortless elegance, that any sickness was far too scared of her, like everyone else they'd met, save for the other members of the guild, to even try to infect her. Unluckily for her girlfriend, Merilwen was clearly wrong. So instead, she sits shoved up against her black goose-down pillows, pouting like a child.
"While it's good to know you're clear-headed enough to be snarky, you still have a fever and you need to take your medicine."
"No I don't."
"What do you mean no you don't?"
"No I don't. Simple as that."
"Yes, you do. You've been burning up since sun up!"
"Well, that's normal. I am a Tiefling, Merbear."
"Well more than usual, Pru!" she lifts Prudence's blankets higher, up over her shoulders, "And you need your rest!".
"Nuh-Uh." Prudence retorts in lieu of an actual argument.
"Nuh-Uh?"
"Nuh-Uh." she repeats with a curt nod.
Merilwen drops her hand with a sigh, "Why are you being so difficult?".
"Because it's fun." Prudence answers with a mischievous smile. Her smile widening when Merilwen narrows her tired eyes at her. Instead of dignifying it with a response, the wood elf settles herself on Prudence's bed with a soft thud.
Watching her little legs dangle off the side, Merilwen comments "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you want something.".
"Oh?"
"Yes," she turns to Prudence, "and I have a proposal for you.".
Prudence gasps, "Really, Merilwen? I mean this is all so sudden!"
Merilwen levels her with a fond glare, "You know what I mean.".
"I do." Prudence admits, leaning back against her pillows with a smug smile.
Merilwen shakes her head of the distraction before pulling herself closer, "So I was thinking, if I get you what you want, you will take your medicine and rest.".
Prudence leans closer, stretching her hands out like a cat after a nap, "Are you sure? It might be more than your true neutral heart will allow." she teases with a flash of her fangs, sending a delightful shiver down the wood-elf's spine.
Merilwen's hands pull into fists, crumpling the sheets under her, "I'm sure.".
"Well then, I will take my medicine if," she lifts a pointy nail, "you kiss me.".
Merilwen almost laughs at the simple request, "That's it?".
"For the medicine, yes. But! I want more in order to rest.".
"Oh?" Merilwen probes dryly, tilting her head forward with a fond look.
"Yes, in order for me to rest, you have to forget about anything you wished to do today and lie here with me."
That manages to drop the joy from Merilwen's face, "Aw, what? I wanted to plant my carrots today!".
"Well, too bad!" Prudence remarks, folding her arms again, "I want cuddles!".
Not wanting to argue again, Merilwen relents "Okay, I can always plant them tomorrow.".
A smile lights up Prudence's face before she schools it down into a mischievous look, "Exactly. And isn't cuddling with me so much better than toiling away in the sun and dry grass?".
Merilwen can't hide the grin spreading across her face, "It is very nice. Or should I say very evil.".
Prudence hides a giggle behind her hand before she can turn it into a "Boo, that was cheap.".
Merilwen shrugs, "Eh, I liked it.".
Prudence slaps the spot on her bed next to her, "Oh, just get over here!".
Merilwen does as she's ordered, crawling up to the pillows and plopping herself down next to her girlfriend. She reaches up and guides a strand of hair out of Prudence's face, then runs her hand down her jaw and hooks a finger under her chin. Not used to being on the recieving end of flirting, her diabolical dear turns a darker shade of red as she leans in. Their lips meet and they all but melt into each other, Prudence wrapping her arms around Merilwen while she pushes her hands into Prudence's dark hair.
Much too early for the tiefling, Merilwen pulls away, leaving Prudence's lips to trail after hers. Pressing a finger to Prudence's lips with a giggle, she reminds "Now you have to take your medicine.".
Prudence groans like a teenager being told to clean her room but flips over and grabs the bottle on her bedside table. Merilwen watches as her werebear strength easily twists off the lid and pours the liquid into a little cup before knocking it back like a shot. Finally, she drops against her pillows once more and curls up next to her darling, "Now can we cuddle?".
"Of course." Merilwen kisses to Prudence's cheeks before nuzzling into her like a very pleased cat.
















