J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

Inconsolable

You shiver.

Why are you so cold?

You roll in the hope of finding Thrawn's warm presence and... fall off the bed entirely.

You rise trying to get up with your dignity and look at the empty bed. Thrawn is awake already. That's the moment your alarm clock decides to start screaming in your ears. You turn it off with a growl.

You purse your lips.

Why didn't he stay with you? You loved waking up in his arms, looking at his peaceful face observing you lovingly. You took care of taking out some covers for him to be more at ease...

You enter the bathroom and put on your makeup. No need for Thrawn to see your ugly 'right-off-the-bed' face. You apply your cream and powder conscientiously, hiding all of your defaults and exalt your gaze with some discreet eyeliner.

You have to be beautiful for your man after all. You sniff, thinking back at your mother's comments about how you'd need good makeup techniques with a face like yours...

You don't know Thrawn's preferences for your makeup yet so you choose a natural look.

You yawn passing on your gown and enter the kitchen to find him, deeply focused on his caff cup between his hands, like he's lost in his thoughts.

You creep behind him, ready to jump on his back and steal a kiss, remembering yesterday's... passionate evening.

"I know you are behind me." He says almost uninterested.

Crap.

"Will I ever be able to surprise you one day?" You embrace him and kiss his cheek from his back.

Did he shudder?

You take his chin to tilt it towards you and meet his lips but he gets ahead of you and kisses your cheek swiftly. He gets out of your hug and finishes his cup, laying against the counter. You're left arms empty.

"I made hot caff for you." He says lowly.

"Oh thank you! I will need it this morning!" You pour yourself a cup and sit down.

You look at him and smile, devouring him with your eyes.

He's so handsome...

He's so intelligent.

He's so gentle.

You giggle to yourself, nose in your cup.

"I'll be absent this morning." You warn.

"I know, you have a session at the hospital for your legs." Thrawn tonelessly completes, "I am coming with you."

"Oh... Really? You're not obligated to, you know. I can go by myself."

"I am coming." He closes the conversation, leaving his cup in the sink and heading to the shower.

You look at the closed door, speechless. Is it you, or was that conversation... quite cold?

He's usually warmer and more touchy, holding you close, peppering kisses... He hardly looked in your direction.

You sip on your cup with little sips, head fuming with thoughts.

Yesterday he refused to sleep with you and this morning he didn't bless you with a single glance.

What did you do?

Did you anger him when you received meat at the table? Was he embarrassed by your reaction? Did you displease him in another way you can't recall?

Did you...