An Encounter With The King

Kisses and The Flu

“Honey, I'm home!” Killer called his usual greeting as he kicked off his shoes.
“I'm in the bedroom!” he heard his beautiful wife's voice respond, although it sounded off for some reason.
“What are you still doing in there? It's almost four in the afternoon.” Slowly making his way to his shared bedroom, the blond stopped in his tracks at the sight of you. You were lying in bed, blankets pulled up to your chin, face flushed red and a damp cloth on your forehead. “____? Baby, are you sick?” Killer questioned.
You simply nodded before sneezing. “Just the flu. I'll be alright in a couple days,” you elaborated.
Your husband approached the bed and leaned down to your level but was stopped by a hand to his face. “You are absolutely not kissing me right now. You'll get sick too and then you'll have to miss work and you know how Kid gets when you miss a day at the shop,” you warned.
Kid and Killer worked together at a shop that sold tools and scrap metal for people to build with. Kid actually owned the shop and Killer was a manager there.
Killer shrugged before moving your hand and kissing your palm. “He'd understand if I told him I was missing because of you. He thinks of you as a little sister, you know.”
“Don't care, you're still not kissing me.”
The blond smirked before beginning to tickle you. “I'll stop if you let me kiss you. I don't care if I get sick because I'll still take care of you, my goddess.”
“Ok, ok, fine! Just stop!” You managed between fits of laughter.
Smiling, Killer leaned over and you gave him a peck on the lips. “That's all you get for now, I'm sore and tired.”
“How about I draw you a bath and give you a massage after?” He suggested.
“That sounds nice.”
“I'll be right back then!” Your charming husband headed for the bathroom at that, leaving you to begin to doze off. Feeling cold air hit you a few minutes later, you glared at your blond husband. “Do you mind?”
“You can't have a bath if you're bundled up in blankets.”
After your bath, Killer gave you a massage as promised, during which you fell asleep. Noticing this, your loving husband bundled you up in blankets once again and placed a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, my goddess.”