SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

You're worth more than that (Part 5) (light smut)

TW: FINAL PART OF THIS SERIES, lil bit of smut, meet SPRITE BITCHES, eat a snickers, Maiya has a perky butt and Collette has good stamina, Sam*Genesis, Aimie*Nat, Aimie*Millie*Damon but mainly Aimie*Damon, GRIBBY'S HERE AYYYY

"How's Millie? I'm sorry about this morning. It's my fault. I know how impulsive Mils is but I let her do what she wanted-"

"She should have more restraint. If I were you, I wouldn't force myself into a relationship just yet." Aimie nodded. "Millie asked me to give you this." He handed her a stuffed bear. Aimie smiled."You like stuffed toys?"

"No, but Millie does. This is hers. I gave it to her for her 22nd birthday and she still sleeps with it most nights."

"Of course she does."

"Get in now. They'll come to check on me but I told them you wouldn't need a bed."

"They'll still roll one in?"

"For good measures."

She twirled her pigtails, watching Da get in the bed, beside her.

"It's a rather soft bed for a hospital bed."

"Yeah. Maximum comfort because apparently I need it."

She snuggled against Damon. Damon pulled her closer.

"You're staying the night, right?"

"Yeah, babe. Don't worry."

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"Good morning, the uhh pair of you," the nurse said. Aimie sat up.

"Oh, sorry. Couldn't sleep without him," she said, referring to Damon beside her.

"We have some test results, although, as symptoms show, you seem very tired. Shall I leave you for a few hours? We can have your breakfast delivered here for you whenever you need it."

"What about Da's?"

"The same applies."

"May I sleep some more?"

"Of course. We'll wake you at 11 for some further examinations."

She nodded, lying back, and the nurse began to walk out.

"Wait," she said. The nurse stopped, turning back to Aimie. "If Millie comes... don't let her in."

"I will try, madam."

The nurse left, and Aimie gave the biggest yawn, Damon almost being shoved off the bed. She flipped on her side, nuzzling into Damon's chest.

"Morning Aimie," he whispered, pecking her head. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," she replied, kissing his cheek in return. Damon was taken aback.

"Aimie?" She smiled. "Aimie." He rubbed her back. "Do you have any plans for today?"

"I guess I'll be finishing my musical."

"You write?"

"Yeah... oh, right. I don't have my laptop on me."

"I can get it for you."

"You can call Mil- oh, maybe not..."

"Yeah..." They sat up, Aimie shuffling in the space between Damon's legs, the two comfortably interlocked in their position. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He rested his head against her nape.

"I need to write some songs for SVN as well. The police are doing more tests and interrogations today."

"You know, if you need, I will pay for you to get a lawyer."