AN: its been a while since I've written anything remotely spicy. but yeah? also I'm back to using my phone, which basically means that autocorrect isn't my friend. so if we could look past any grammar errors that would be great
-smut warning-
Vivian heard a light tapping on the door. It was unusual because of how late it was. She poked her head outside her bedroom window and saw Siobhan, soaked to the bone because of the British weather. She threw on a dressing gown and headed down the stairs.
She opened the door, and Siobhan threw herself into Vivian's arms. Vivian graciously accepted the hug, pulling her close.
"Awh, baby, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" She said with panic, scanning the blonde for any obvious injuries.
Siobhan couldn't breathe; it was hard for her to catch her breath. Vivian reached behind the girl and locked the front door; she had no idea what was going on.
"Hey, hey, hey," Vivian said, bringing her hands to the blonde's face to try and help her focus. "I'm here, I'm right here, nothing is going to happen. You're safe now, baby." She brought Siobhan's hand up to her chest, "can you feel that? That's my heart; i'm right here."
She held Siobhan a bit longer, before she realised that the blonde was really cold because of the sodden sweats she was wearing.
"Do you want to get changed? It might help you feel a bit better; yeah, let's get you warmed up," she cooed into the girl's ear. Siobhan was yet to say anything, or offer any indication to her distressed state.
"Can I help you change? Would that be okay?" Vivian asked nervously. Siobhan nodded, still holding on to Vivian's hand, there was no indication of hesitation. Vivian was respectful as she removed the blonde's soaked jumper before sitting Siobhan on the sofa to help remove her pyjama bottoms.
"Are you okay?" Vivian asked as her hands lingered on Siobhan's waist as she kneeled between the girls legs. She understood that Siobhan needed the physical touch right now. She ran her thumbs gently along the contours of her waist. She didn't understand how someone could hurt someone as soft as Siobhan. Everything about Siobhan was soft to Vivian.
"I'm okay," Siobhan managed.
"Okay then, my sweet girl, can you lift your hips a bit? The longer you spend in these wet clothes, the more likely you are to get a cold." She finished with a kiss to Siobhan's forehead. Siobhan lifted her hips slightly off the sofa, allowing Vivian to remove her joggers. She had to refrain from staring at the goddess of a woman in front of her, to prevent her thoughts from growing impure. She didn't want to think about her angel like that, not yet and not without any indication from the blonde.
She removed the dressing gown she was wearing and wrapped it around Siobhan. To at least try and offer some comfort and warmth. Siobhan instantly noted the scent of the dressing gown. It smelt like Vivian; instantly she was comforted. The scent of Vivian on her body was a feeling that couldn't be matched. But she couldnt help but wonder what Vivian skin would feel like against hers.
"Okay, you're going to be okay?" It came out sounding like a question. Siobhans eyes darted to the brunettes attire. She had loose joggers on and a white vest that clung quite nicely to the Vivian frame. It was obvious that Siobhan was checking Vivian out. Vivian noticed. Eventually, Siobhan's eyes travelled up to meet Vivian as she mumbled a quiet apology.
"Don't apologise, baby," Vivian said, placing another kiss on her forehead. "Can I get you anything before I run up to get you some clothes? Do you want a cup of tea to warm up?" Siobhan nodded.
Vivian didn't need any clarification on how Siobhan took her tea, the time Siobhan had spent on the Vivian ward in the hospital had resulted in the two sharing many cups of tea to wind down.
