Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch One Shots

You're Feeling Sick (Benedict Cumberbatch)

A/N: ENJOY THE FLUFF. It's from Readers POV by the way.

        I got out of bed and felt a pounding in my head. My nose felt runny and honestly, I was feeling like a big pile of horse crap. Regardless, I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and it was not a pretty site. I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep, a red nose, and my face looked sickly pale. I brushed my teeth and went downstairs to the kitchen. Benedict was sitting with a cup of coffee in his hand and a newspaper in his other one. 

        "Good morning beautiful," he said without looking up from the page. You coughed a bit and said hoarsely,

        "Good morning. Are you hungry for toast or did you eat already?" Benedict put down the newspaper and said,

        "You're sick, (Y/N). Go back to bed and get some rest so you can feel better." I shook my head and said,

        "I have to go to work today because we have a huge meeting concerning the office moving." Ben took out a thermometer from the drawer and rolled it across my forehead. He looked at the beeping number and said,

        "Honey, you have a fever of 103.0 (40 degree Celsius) and if you work you're going to get worse. Please go back to sleep and I will make sure you get better." I walked over to grab my bag and keys and responded,

        "I will survive, Ben, I've done this before and worse case I will come home. Have a good day and I'll be home later or earlier." He let out a sigh and said,

        "Fine but text me every hour and tell me how you are feeling." I blew him a kiss before walking out the door and said,

        "I promise."

        Three hours later, I felt worse than what you felt this morning but I had to stick around and finish up some paperwork. There was a knock on the door and I called out,

        "You may come in!" The door opened and then closed softly as I continued typing. 

        "Hello, beautiful," a familiar voice said softly. I turned around and saw Benedict standing in front of my large desk. He had a brown bag in his hand along with Kleenex and some strange bottle probably filled with medicine.

        "What are you doing here, Ben," I asked smiling and then going into a coughing fit.

        "I am here to bring you some Chicken Noddle soup, tissues, and other things that you may need to survive this torture," he said placing the contents on the mahogany wood.  

        "Thank you, baby but you didn't have to do this," I said opening the soup and spinning my spoon around in the liquid. 

        "Oh I know but, I know you so well that you were probably not going to leave early from work so I brought the supplies to you. Please take them so you can feel better, alright? I hate to see you sick," he said sitting in a chair. 

        "I will, Ben. Thank you very much for bringing this over for me I was actually thinking of going downstairs to buy soup," I said. I brought the spoon to my mouth and drank the warm contents. 

        "I'm glad you like it because this is my first time making soup and I hope it lives up to the effort I put into it," Ben said folding his hands on his lap. I took another sip and said,

        "Wait you cooked this? You didn't buy it?"

        "Nope I made it myself with the help of my mothers recipe. She used to always make this for me when I would get sick and it helped me feel better," he explained. I placed the bowl down, walked over to Ben and hugged him. He hugged me back and I said,

        "Sorry if I get you sick."

        "I do not care if I get infected because I'm already infected with your love," he said running his large hand through my hair. I chuckled and said,

        "God, this is why I don't watch chick-flicks with you, Ben, but thank you. I love you too." Benedict smiled and said,

        "So will you come home now and rest? Your meeting is over and I think it will be best that you rest." I looked over at the computer then back to Benedict's blue eyes. He was using his puppy dog eyes and I sighed giving in.

        "Fine but can you cuddle with me," I asked walking to my computer turning it off. Benedict stood up and said,

        "Of course." I grabbed my purse and walked out of the office with Benedict hand in hand. On the way out, my boss said,

        "Rest up and I don't want you here until you are no longer sick. You've been working way too hard." I smiled grateful and called out from the elevator,

        "Thank you, sir!" The doors closed and I was ready to fall sleep.