So yeah! I got this idea from sneezing. Yeah. Pathetic I know. But oh well. Here it goes! I will probably suck at this ☹ but I don't care 😆
(May contain Shady cuteness 😍 read at your own risk)
You sneezed. But it wasn't a cute kitten sneeze which made people giggle. It was like someone was trying to escape your soul, the type that made everyone shit themselves.
You wiped your nose with your jumper sleeve, which was actually your boyfriends. The door swung open, you boyfriend and the cold Detroit wind entering. You shuddered and hid your face.
"Sorry baby." Marshall quickly shut the door. He walked over and put a clean box of soft tissues on the table infront of you. He then went into the kitchen to unpack the bag of shopping which was in his hand. You picked yourself up, with great effort, and trudged into the kitchen.
You were exhausted, even though you'd slept most of the day on the couch. Marshall turned to you and smiled softly,"You still feeling like shit?"
You nodded, afraid to talk. Your throat was sore and you didn't even wanna know what your voice sounded like.
"Well," his smile widened. "I got us some movies to watch. Some hot cocoa and some other shit. We're gonna cuddle on the couch and relax for the whole day." He walked to you and took your waist. "And this is my hoodie." He leant down and brushed his lips against yours. You shoved him back with your mini fists.
He raised his eyebrow, confused obviously.
"You'll get my cold."
"I don't care baby, you're my girl and I need to take care of my sick baby."
You huffed before going back to the bedroom that you share. You'd rather be in there then on the couch. You kicked off your comfy (f/c) slippers and clambered into the cold sheets. Hopefully, your temperature would warm up those sheets.
Marshall joined you after setting up the TV in the bedroom. He climbed in next to you and ruffles close. You lay your head on his bare chest. He was warm.
"Shit. Baby you're boiling." He tugged at his jumper which was around you.
"No," you whined. "Leave it. I'm freezing my tits off."
"And I must say they are lovely tits." Marshall commented.
"D'awwww you softie."
"Fuck off. I'm making you feel good 'bout yourself." He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you.
You nuzzled your face into his chest and traced your finger lightly over his Rot In Pieces tattoo, which had been dedicated to Kim. His ex wife. But she was a touchy subject and you never brought her up.
After two movies Marshall made you take some pills and carried you to bed. You lay on his chest and listened to the soft beating of his heart. He wrapped the blanket around you, even though he felt boiled, he knew you were cold.
For a moment, you thought he was asleep, until he hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your lips to his. Forgetting that you were ill, you kissed him back. You loved how warm his lips were, and how gentle their touch was against yours.
Marshall was the one to pull away.
He sneezed.
It wasn't a sneeze that made the bed shake, it was a cute kitten sneeze that made your heart swell with awe.
"Now I have a cold." He grumbled, but smiled. "No excuses for not being able to kiss you though, huh?"
You giggled quietly and shook your head. He smiled and leant down and kissed you again. This time more lovingly. You smiled and kissed back, resting your legs around his hips as you both held eachother close. For warmth and comfort.
