Short Stories

Sick Len x Marie

"Yep...You got a fever..." Marie said and gently put her hand on Len's face. Len groaned in response and coughed a bit.

"Sorry.." Len apologized for the 596th time today, Marie had made a mental counter.

"It's not your fault." Marie repeatedly and softly smiled. "C'mon, let's get you to bed." Marie began to assist Len in walking, pulling his hand up. He gently tried pushing her off.

"I can walk by myself, babe.." Marie backed off and waited. One, two, and Len fell on the ground.

"Need help, honey?" Marie asked, walking over to Len.

"Noo.." Len said, tried to get up, then collapsed. "Yea.." Marie giggled to herself, and went over to help Len, getting under his arm to support him, as she helped him walk to their shared room. She then laid him down and tucked him in. Len smiled softly, and coughed a bit more.

"Stay there. I'm gonna bring you some soup, okay?" Marie said, and Len nodded.

Marie came back soon with nice warm soup, and she sat on the edge of the bed beside him.

"Open wide." Marie spoke, as she took a spoonful of soup.

"I-I'm not a child Marie." Len said, but opened his mouth anyway, "Aaaah"

Marie placed the spoon on his mouth, letting him taste it and have it. A wave of relief washed over Len, having never felt more vulnerable and more protected at once in his life. Len then shivered a bit, feeling heat for the first time in his system.

Marie smiled softly, now climbing on the bed behind him, holding onto him.

"Sorry to inconvenience you like this." Len apologized again and Marie rolled her eyes playfully.

"It's okay Leni." Marie giggled, nuzzling the back of his head, burying her face in his unreasonably soft hair. "How come you get this and not me?"

Len smiled softly.

"I'm not sure." Len said, continuing to eat the soup prepared for him. It was the best soup he had ever had in his life, and he savored every bite, much to Marie's satisfaction. Once he finished the soup, he set it off to the side, and Marie invited him to lay his head beside her lap.

Len did just that, looking up at her. Marie smiled softly and planted a small kiss on his forehead, before taking out a small scalpel and some brushes. Len groaned.

"Is it that time again?" Len asked, hoping to hear a no.

"Yes, it is. I know you hate it but I'll be gentle." Marie said, preparing a bowl of hot water, and placing a towel under Len's head.

Len sighed, as Marie placed a sponge in the warm water. She then grabbed a simple brush, one with some velvet fibers on the end. She knew Len loved velvet. She began to gently stroke it up and down his horns, cleaning off the dust.

"I'm glad I got it now. Seems like your horns are turning into antlers again." Marie emphasized what she said, rubbing her finger on his horn, a spot that curved outward attempting to grow outs. Marie then finished up brushing, then began wringing out the sponge, as Len whimpered a bit.

"This may be a little bit warm, okay Len?" Marie asked, and Len nodded. Marie then gently applied some soap and other chemicals to the water, and stirred it up with the sponge till it was all white and foamy, wringing it out again, then applying it gently to Len's horn.

Len shivered a bit, and Marie delicately put a hand on Len's chest, that of which Len held onto for comfort. Marie continued running the sponge up and down Len's horns till they were white with foam. She then took a wet rag, with cold water and began rinsing it.

Some water trickled down the side of Len's head, and Len held onto Marie's arm a bit tighter. Marie finished the rinsing process, gently drying them off with precision and delicacy. Len smiled, having someone to take care of him.

Marie finished and Len raised his arms to her.

"Kisses." he spoke, making little grabs with his hands, and Marie rolled her eyes playfully, then abided, kissing him. The two shared a passionate moment before Marie pulled away. She then began gently weaving her fingers through his hair softly, undoing any pesky knots that may have built up. She looked down at him and began to sing softly.

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free

'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,

And when we find ourselves in the place just right,

'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gained,

To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed,

To turn, turn will be our delight,

Till by turning, turning we come 'round right."

By the time she finished, Len had passed out, sleeping silently and softly. She admired her handiwork, before turning the lights off, cleaning the area a bit, then laying down beside her boyfriend. She pulled out her phone, and began to watch YouTube before she felt Len pull her close for cuddles.

"Oh alright you." Marie said, chuckling softly as she wrapped her arms around him, and both drones fell asleep, their breath in unison.