#sick!fem!reader

"Alright, sweetheart. I got you. Do you want some apple? Or somethin?" He says awkwardly just standing at the foot of your bed, this being a whole new thing for him. To take care of someone. He knew you had a tummy ache, but didn't know the full ins and outs, just that you were eating easy this morning.

"Yeah, some apple, and some tea? Of the herbal and fruity kind... There's some in my cupboard." You reply sleepy. You had been sick earlier on. And were trying not to stuff your face even though you were a bit hungry.

He goes to make you tea. He brings the chopped apple and strawberry tea to you within minutes and puts it on the bedside table. He crouches to your level.

"Need anything else?" He says softly.

"You. In bed next to me. Right now..." You say almost whining and in need of his comfort. He smirks and raises his brow.

"Well, aren't you demanding when you're feeling under the weather." He smiles to himself when you blush.

He shoves off his thermal jumper and pulls off his boots and pants. He puts his gun and holster, over on the small desk in the corner. He glances at you sheepishly. "I know I quit working for my dad and all, and I'm turning over a new leaf... But- Gotta stay armed you know? Protect my own... The one I care most about." He says out loud matter of factly and affectionately.

"Hm." You hum tiredly. He lifts the duvet and slides in next to you. "God it's freezing under here." He says spooning you and getting closer. He slips his arm around your waist and gently pulls you closer. "How you doing?" He says softly in your ear, kissing the skin just neath it. "Tummy aches."

"Yeah? Here. Dorothy told me about this thing once to help soothe achy tummies."

He slid his hand down your hip to your thigh in an affectionate gesture and then back up to your lower belly under your pyjama top. He cupped your lower belly for a moment, letting his large, warm, and soft hand warm you.

"Hm." You hum. "You're always so warm." You smile as you pick at the apples and take a sip of your tea.

"Truth be told... It's you. You make me warm." You smirk widely at that. His hand slowly rubs your tummy in circles, soothing whatever aches you had. You relax as he does that.

"That's good, Gator. Thank you, baby." He nuzzled his face into your neck. He sighs in contentment. "Anythin for you." He mumbles lowly. "Rest. I'll keep going with the massage, y/n." He has to admit being this close to you in your bed together is making him feel many things.

Being this close to you in bed is doing things to his downstairs region. He's trying not to be horny right now. But it's taking everything in him, not to initiate intimacy with you just now.

He focuses on your belly. Willing away any aches.

You close your eyes. And relax. "Maybe later, baby..." You say in a very knowing tone.

"M'sorry... It's just- We're so close and-" He says fumbling his words.

"It's okay baby... Later. I promise."

"Only if your sure." He responds cautiously.

"Yeah. M'sure." You say sweetly.