F1 oneshots

6. M.S47 Safety

Authors note: I've only just now realized that there's only one word actually said this entire one shot, whoops?
Also, most if not ALL my oneshots are fem!reader so.. Ye.

Context: Mick looks after you on your period.

Warnings: fluff.
Words: 688

The sounds of outside waking up filled out home as I opened my eyes to see my fiancés face, squished on his pillow with his mouth slightly agape as he slept.
I was enjoying the view when I felt a sharp pain in my lower stomach, ones I had been having since a few days previous.
The pain was incredibly strong and made me curl up, clutching my stomach.
I blew my breath out, trying to get rid of some pain when I felt Mick's arms around me.

"Cramp?"
I whimpered in response as he pulled the blanket back to reveal the small blood pool I sat in as my hands grabbed at my stomach.
He pouted, pulling me into his embrace again, a hand falling down to meet mine as he held them still before helping me sit up to get out of bed.
I walked into the bathroom, peeling my shorts off with the rest of my clothes as Mick took them from me to wash.

I felt like shit.

The white sheets were stained and now Mick had to do a wash.
He smiled, helping me into the shower before excusing himself to get the sheets off the bed for the wash, I nodded as I felt myself start crying as he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
The water trickled down my face making me close my eyes and hold my breath out of habit.
I hated water on my face.
I began cleaning myself, washing over my legs and taking time to clean my hair while I was at it.
The problem was getting out without bleeding on the floor or on my wet legs.
Almost on cue with my thoughts, Mick emerged with fresh clothes and pads in hand back into the bathroom.
He was such a big help, I truly didn't deserve him.
I smiled as best I could even though he probably couldn't see me through the foggy glass of the shower.
I watched him closes as I washed my hair as he got everything ready, opening my pad and putting it on correctly for when I step out and he got a darker towel to dry me off with.
I smiled to myself as I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, turning off the shower to step out.
Mick stood at the shower door with his arms out, the towel drapped in his hands to engulf me in a towel hug as he dried my shoulders.
I giggled as he moved up and down my back, quickly drying me before running to get my underwear.
He smiled bending down to put them on himself even after my retaliation and 'i can do it myself's' I lifted my leg so he could slide the right side up first, using his shoulder to keep my balance as he picked up my other leg, pulling my underwear up, resting them on my hips comfortably.
I sighed when everything sat just right and he continued to dry my legs and arms.
The bathroom was filled with giggles as Mick carefully dried my legs up, kissing my knees softly.
I smiled, running my fingers through his hair as his hand trailed up my calf, drying the back of my thigh.
My hair dripped down my shoulders as Mick quickly, raised a separate towel, wrapping it around my shoulders before shaking through my hair to dry it.
It was ticklish and I burst out laughing, holding his shirt as I squeezed my eyes shut.
Mick let out a massive laugh at the sight, his hands finally dropping back down to my hips when my hair was somewhat dryer.
I smiled, up at him, taking the extra clothes up off the counter next to him to change while he disappeared out into the hall to get fresh sheets.
I heard the machine beep when it started and Mick grunting slightly as he tried to make the bed.