Your head was absolutely pounding as you laid in the warm bath with the lavender oils, the lights out in the bathroom, just hoping that the headache would face. It had started as a light dull ache that morning but had intensified to the point where you couldn't think, could barely talk. You'd left work early and gone home, trying everything you knew to do. This was your last resort before you would cave and go to the hospital. It was one of the weeks that William had to stay on base for training, so you had the little house to yourself, which you both enjoyed but also hated. You'd give anything to just have him holding you right then. A sharp pain stabs through your head, your vision blurring in only one eye as you close your eyes tightly against the pain, fighting off the nausea that came with it. That was it, you weren't going to have a choice. You were going to have to go to the ER whether you wanted to or not. You'd had headaches before, hell you'd even suffered migraines before but nothing, absolutely nothing came close to this. You carefully climb out of the tub and drain the water before drying off and getting dressed. You thought about texting William and letting him know, but decided you'd rather wait until you had something to tell him, until you knew what the hell was going on so that you didn't worry him needlessly. Not to mention, you already felt guilty because you'd had to cancel the plans you'd made with him for later that night. You had both been looking forward to date night for several days, but due to not feeling well, you had cancelled.
Once you'd finally gotten to the ER, they'd run a battery of tests, checked all of your vitals and still couldn't figure out what was wrong. They'd given you something for the pain to help make you more comfortable while you waited for a CT. Again, you thought about messaging William, letting him know, but you didn't want to worry him. Sure, it would be nice to have him here with you, but you were a big girl. This wasn't anything you couldn't handle, right? Until they'd run the CT and it came back unclear. They thought they may have seen something on your brain. That's always fun to hear, right? Still, you wouldn't call him. Not until you knew. And then, when they admitted you, telling you they wanted an MRI to be sure, to know what they were dealing with, but would have to admit you, finally you messaged him. They were quick about getting you in a room, obviously needed the ER bed for someone that likely was in worse shape than you were. You were admitted and placed in a room within the hour, set up with your handy little call button and the remote to the tv that only got three channels, ESPN, Telemundo and a fuzzy version of PBS. Sighing, you set the remote aside and drift to sleep catching a slight nap, the pain in your head still throbbing but sheer exhaustion taking over. The next thing you know, you're waking up to a soft knock at the door and look up to see William walking in with a smile on his face, but worry in his eyes. He was carrying a small bouquet of flowers and a bag of takeout from one of the little restaurant down the street from your house that you and he loved. He walks over and leans down, placing a soft kiss to your lips and taking your hand in his. "Hello, beautiful. How are you feeling?" He asks as he moves to sit in the chair next to your bed only to feel you try and pull him into the bed with you. His scent enveloped you, that scent that was so uniquely William. You inhale deeply, feeling yourself relax as he you smile up at him. He chuckles and scoots you over carefully then lays down and pulls you to lay on top of him, your head resting on his chest as he rubs your back. "My head feels like they're using it for a bomb testing site and I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep." You admit softly. You hated admitting when something was wrong, when you didn't feel 100 percent. You'd so much rather just push through it and never let anyone know that you'd been ill or hurt at all, but with William, you felt safe. He made it okay to be vulnerable every now and then. You feel him place a soft kiss to the top of your head as he continues to rub your back gently, humming one of your favorite songs so softly that you could barely hear it, being sure to be quiet enough not to enflame your headache. "Then sleep, baby. I'll be right here. Nothing's taking me away from you tonight." He tightens his hold on you and kisses your hair again. "Are you hungry, baby?" He asks with a smile and reaches over when you nod, grabbing the bags of food. He carefully sits you up to where your back is against his chest, both of you sitting up right in the bed. He places the food containers on the bed between your legs and opens them up, placing soft kisses to your neck before fixing you a plate and then himself. "Since you couldn't make date night. I brought it to you." He grins and kisses your cheek, glancing at the tv with a laugh as he sees it's on ESPN with a baseball game on. "Baseball, huh? Must have been missing me." He chuckles and finishes his food, holding you while you slowly eat yours. Once you'd both finished, he sets the empty containers aside and lays back, pulling you to lay on his chest once more, rubbing your back and smiling as your breathing evens out and your body relaxes on top of him, falling asleep in his arms. He held you through the night, only drifting in and out of sleep from time to time, wanting to keep an eye on you. You had told him it was nothing serious, that the MRI had come back clear. Just a migraine, you'd said, but still, the thought of you sleeping alone in the hospital when he could easily be there with you didn't sit right with him. So here he was. And he'd be there again and again if you needed him.
Morning came and you slowly woke up, smiling as you felt his steady, rhythmic heartbeat under your face and his slow even breathing. You raise your head just a little to look at him, taking in the handsome man that had come to sit with you just so you wouldn't be alone. Was it a simple action to most people, sure? But to you it meant the world. You were so lost in looking at him, drinking in the peaceful look on his face that you hadn't noticed one of his eyes crack open and a soft smirk play over his lips. "In some states that's considered stalking." He chuckles and reaches down, patting your ass playfully as he kisses your forehead. "How are you feeling, baby?" He asks with a smile and pulls you up just a little so that he can place a kiss to your lips. To be honest, you felt fantastic. Your headache was gone. You were well rested, and you had your handsome man lying in bed under you. "I feel great, baby. Thank you for staying with me." You kiss his lips again, letting the kiss linger until he pulls back and quirks an eyebrow at you. "You certainly seem like you feel better." He teases and gently rolls you off of him before moving to get off of the bed, stretching as he does. "I'll go get us some coffee, baby." He says with a smile and squeezes your hand, but before he could pull away, you were pulling him back toward the bed, your hand reaching out, running your fingertips over the bulge in his pants. "What's the hurry, baby? I thought maybe since I'm feeling better, I could give you a special thank you for being my knight in shining armor." You purr and move close to the edge of the bed, slowly unzipping his pants and pulling his cock free, your hand wrapped around him, stroking him softly as you slowly take him into your mouth, running your tongue over the vein you loved so damn much. His hand rests on your head, his eyes never leaving you as you move your hand to cup his balls, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. He knew he should stop you. Hell, a doctor, nurse, anyone could walk in at any moment, but with your mouth around his cock he didn't give a shit about that. He thrusts his hips softly, a low groan escaping his lips as you continue to suck him, his hand careful not to tighten in your hair, not wanting to do anything that might bring back the horrible migraine you'd had the day before. "That's my girl...fuck...baby..." He groans as you lock eyes with him, taking him deep within your throat as he comes for you, bucking his hips once, twice, before stilling and softly running his fingers through your hair. He tucks himself away, a soft smile on his face and leans down, placing a slow, loving kiss on your lips, letting it linger until you were both breathless. "You're better than a cup of coffee in the morning, baby." He winks and takes your hand in his, kissing your palm before looking at the clock. Damnit, he had to get to work. He didn't want to, but he knew he had to. "I've got to get going, baby, but I'll see you tonight. Be ready for me to return that favor." He winks and kisses you one more time, patting your ass again before heading to the door. He stops with his hand on the doorknob and turns back with a smile. "I love you, baby."
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A Man in Uniform
Fanfiction*Warning* Smut William Harper, Naval Officer, Man of Honor, always putting his country, his career and his men first. What happens when he meets a woman that challenges all of that? Will one night of passion be enough? Or will the old sea dog be tem...