Crazy In Love | Buggy

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Over the night two weeks, Buggy kept his promise to me. We stayed in bed together almost twenty four seven - only taking breaks when I had to leave to give directions, or whenever Buggy had to go give demands.

He was still weakened, anyone could see it. He could stand on his own, walk around, but he did everything slowly, carefully. Every so often, he would squeeze his eyes shut, as if he were dizzy. It made me sick with worry.

What worried me more was his crews reactions to him at these points. They would side eye one another, whisper amongst themselves. I tried to encourage Buggy to spend more time with his crew, to be more commanding, in hopes that he would regain their respect.

Both fortunately and unfortunately for me, Buggy wasn't interested in spending time with his crew outside of when he had to. He was much more interested in spending time with me, primarily in bed.

Although I was worried, I did enjoy every second we spent together. I decided not to let worry ruin these moments.

When I had thought he was going to die, I prayed for more time with him. Even just one more day. Now I had every day, all day. I was going to enjoy it as much as I could.

There was nothing I wanted to do more than spend my days in bed with Buggy, our bodies tangled together.

We still hadn't had sex. It wasn't that I didn't want to, of course I did. I was just too shy. Anytime we got close, I chickened out. Buggy never complained, though. He seemed happy just doing whatever I wanted to do.

I laid on top of him, my head against his bare chest. His arms wrapped around me, his fingers tracing lines along my back. It caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on their ends.

"I was thinking of making soup tonight," I told him, in a drowsy voice.

Two days prior, I had told him that I always made Jean, my little brother, soup when he was sick. Buggy was eager to try it.

Buggy's chest continued to rise and drop, it was a relaxing motion. "My clowns are going to be jealous."

"They can have whatever you don't eat."

I needed his clowns to like me. Perhaps making soup for them would help out.

So far, in the few days, I had seemingly managed to get Dilly back on my side. She, as well as Arlene, always sat with me in the navigation room. We gossiped. That was new to me. I liked it, though.

In my town, most of my friends were too busy to hang out often. They had husbands and wives, kids and responsibilities.

It was nice to have friends. They mostly wanted to know about me and Buggy. Apparently we had been too loud on multiple occasions, and people had heard us together. That was embarrassing.

"Very generous of you," Buggy said, in a husky voice. His voice got this certain sound whenever he was tired - this deep rasp to it. "But what am I to do when you're gone?"

"Cry about how much you miss me. Of course." I raised my head, looking into those sea green eyes. I felt as if I could drown in them. "The soup will be worth it, though. I promise."

His lips were suddenly against mine. They were soft and plump, gentle against my own. He wasn't wearing any make-up, he'd gotten a lot more comfortable being bare faced around me. I liked that.

The kiss lasted a couple of seconds, then he softly bit my bottom lip. That made me blush and giggle.

"Why don't we have just a little bit of fun, then you can go off and make the soup?"