𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 - (𝓞𝓷𝓮-𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 & 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼)

ℱ𝒶𝓀ℯ𝓇

Pairing: Breznick

A/N: it's been a while I'm sorry, but there are a bunch of updates today so hopefully that helps make it up!!

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Claire groaned as the growing sting in her throat, the strangled noise catching Morgan's attention. She turned around and raised an eyebrow at the brunette.

"My throat hurts," Claire whined, putting on an exaggerated pouty face. "Make it feel better." Morgan sat still, watching her with an amused face. Morgan could tell she was teasing, it was a game between the two of them; either one of them was bored so they'd try and get the attention of the other (doesn't matter who was playing the compassion seeker they always succeeded, neither woman could go so long without paying attention to their girlfriend).

Claire sighed as Morgan just hummed and turned back to her phone. This time, Claire purposefully made her voice sound more strident, in a way that was low and scratchy, the unpleasant feeling crept up her throat.

"Please...?" Morgan tilted her head and turned to her, yet again, amused. "You need a cough drop?" The blonde soon realized that Claire was tired, and overall just wanted warm snuggles with her future wife.

"I don't know if that would work...?" Claire threw her legs on top of Morgans and sank further down into the couch.

...Maybe, something a little more than snuggles?

Morgan shoved off the younger woman's legs and abandoned her phone to the table. leaning forward, she scooped up Claire's torso and nuzzled her nose into the crook of her neck.

Claire couldn't help but giggle at the longly desired affection.

She hummed as Morgan kissed a soft spot on her neck. "I don't think this is how you heal a sore throat," She smiled, grabbing strands of Morgan's hair in an attempt to pull her impossibly closer.

"Well," Morgan's teeth gently graced her skin, "I'll have you know I am a Medical Professional,"  Claire let out a breathy laugh, "this doesn't seem very professional, Dr. Reznick," She smirked.

"Well  I'd sure hope not, a resident that doesn't know how to cure a sore throat doesn't seem too professional," She joked at the response for the cough drop earlier. Claire smacked Morgan's shoulder harshly yet still playful.

"Shut up!" Her voice cracked like a twelve-year-old boy going through puberty and Morgan couldn't help but laugh. Claire felt her partner's body go limp on top of her and shake with laughter and she couldn't help but smile more.

"I'm sorry- I-" Morgan couldn't get out a complete sentence without laughing harder which only made Claire start to giggle (even despite how annoyed she was at Morgan for laughing at her).

Claire shot her attempt at a glare at the blonde that fell apart in her arms. "I'm not in the- the mood anymore!" Morgan moved her legs back to between Claire's and the couch and stuffed her face into the younger doctor's shoulder, still unable to keep a straight face.

Claire's inexpressible grin morphed into a small smile, the one that people commented on and said she looked too in love. She rested her head on the crapy display pillow the two of them argued over about buying and took her hand to move some hair from Morgan's face so she didn't smoother herself; especially after losing the majority of her breath after laughing so hard.

Morgan noticed that stare and turned her head to look at Claire better.

It was just them. The both of them in that intimate moment.

Morgan pushed herself up lightly, "I'll get you some tea and honey to make your throat feel better," She gave Claire a ritualistic kiss on the forehead and left to make the both of them tea.

And if Claire was to be completely honest, her throat didn't hurt anymore, nor did it hurt as much as she made it sound in the beginning... Right now, she just realized how much she was in love with Morgan, and if taking a shot of some of the most disgusting cough medicine helped her realize that then it might as well have been worth it.