The Mafia & Her Doctor (g!p)

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Faye's protectiveness had reached levels so over-the-top that it teetered between absurdity and endearing. It had only been two weeks since the traumatic ordeal, and Yoko was quickly learning that Faye's definition of "taking care" was bordering on smothering.

The first sign was when Yoko sat at the dining table in the house, watching as Faye brought out the breakfast tray filled with her favorite dishes. The housemaid, who was standing nearby, suppressed a giggle as Faye hovered over Yoko, adjusting the napkin on her lap.

"Do you need anything, Doctor? More tea? A different chair? Is the air condition today okay? Do i get the universe to change for you?" Faye's playful tone carried through the room.

Yoko sighed, her lips curving into a smile. "Faye, I'm perfectly fine. Sit down and eat with me."

Faye shook her head. "Not until I'm sure you're comfortable." She picked up a fork and began feeding Yoko a bite of her food.

"Are you seriously feeding me now?" Yoko laughed.

"Absolutely. I don't trust you to chew properly," Faye said, a sparkle of humor in her eyes as she smirked.

Yoko's laughter filled the room, and the maid chuckled quietly, shaking her head at the ridiculous sweetness of it all.

"Protective doesn't even cover it," Yoko said, still giggling.

Faye leaned in close and whispered, "And it never will, love."

The other sign had been in the kitchen. Yoko, feeling restless and wanting to show her appreciation, had taken to helping the maids wash dishes after meals. She'd just finished rinsing the last plate when a familiar voice, low and firm, sliced through the sound of running water.

"Doctor Apasra... what do you think you're doing?"

Yoko looked up to see Faye standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed with a mixture of disbelief and disapproval. Before she could answer, Faye had already crossed the room, turned off the water, and was drying Yoko's hands with a dish towel.

"Faye, I'm not disabled, I can do this—" Yoko started, exasperation lacing her tone.

Faye didn't budge, her eyes flicking to the maids. "Can we make sure Dr. Apasra never has to do this again?" she said, her voice soft but leaving no room for argument. The maids nodded in unison, barely hiding their smiles.

"You're supposed to be resting," Faye said, her tone shifting as she looked at Yoko, eyes full of concern.

Yoko pouted, crossing her arms. "I am rested enough..."

Faye shook her head slowly, her expression one of stubborn finality. "No."

The third ridiculous incident came that night. Yoko was in her room, getting ready to settle into bed with a book when there was a soft knock on her door. Before she could even invite her in, Faye pushed the door open and stood there, looking genuinely heartbroken.

"Doctor... you're not sleeping with me?"

Yoko couldn't help but chuckle. "Faye, I feel better now. I didn't want to interrupt your own time and space—"

Faye shook her head before Yoko could finish. In a flash, she crossed the room, climbed into Yoko's bed, and tucked herself under the covers as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Yoko stared, eyes wide, as Faye reached down and pulled off her own pajama top, tossing it aside with a confident grin.

"Come here, Doctor. I will not let you sleep at night without being warm by me," she declared, her voice both playful and determined.

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