Citrus. Klance AU

Chapter 24

I sat up one morning and my stomach did something similar to a backflip. I had to clasp a hand over my mouth so I didn't puke right there and then, onto Keith's bed covers. Keith wasn't next to me which turned out to be a good thing when I threw the cover to the side and sprinted into the bathroom. I immediately vomited into the toilet. Keith must have heard me gagging because he appeared at the door. Apparently I had forgotten to shut it amidst my rush to the bathroom. "Are you alright?" He questioned softly.

"No. I think I'm dying." I muttered, practically hugging the toilet bowl as if I was a child holding onto their favourite teddy bear.

"Should I ask Shiro to cover my shift at Lion?"

"Why would you do that?" I was genuinely confused as I shakily got up onto my feet. I leant onto Keith just so my legs wouldn't give out.

"To look after you, you dumbo. You're sick and I don't want to leave you alone."

"You don't need to stay with me. Just go to work."

"Nope. Shiro won't mind. Come on, let's get you back to bed." Keith wrapped his arm around me and helped me get back to the bedroom. I didn't realise just how cold I had been until I was tucked back under the warm blankets again. "Would you like some tea? Soup? Water?"

"Nope. I'd rather die."

"You aren't allowed to do that. Do you want me to put on Netflix whilst I get you some water anyway?"

"I can do that-" Keith's gaze told me not to argue so I gave up. "Okay... but only if you get in bed with me when you get back."

"You're going to give me your disease." Keith muttered before grabbing the TV remote from his desk. As he opened up Netflix, I heard him whisper, "But it would so be worth it."

"Put on Brooklyn Nine-Nine! I've been meaning to binge watch it since Hunk said he liked it ages ago." Keith smiled, clicking into the TV show. He placed the remote on the table beside me and left the room.

About ten minutes later, he returned with a glass of water in his hand. He placed it on the side before lifting up the cover and slipping beneath it. I leant my head into his shoulder as he wrapped a protective arm around me.

-

"I knew I shouldn't have let you kiss me that one time..." Keith murmured beneath his breath, clutching a plastic bowl. Violently shivering, he heaved and puked what little he had eaten for lunch. I rubbed circles against his back, knowing it was entirely my fault. I had practically begged him to kiss me.

"It's not my fault you're so... kissable."

"You're disgusting," He weakly slapped my shoulder and I was proud of myself for not flinching. "Can you get me some soup. I need soup."

"Soup will soon replace the blood in your veins."

"Good because I want to die."

"No, you don't. You can't die on me, cariño."

"What did you call me?"

"Nothing."

"Stop speaking in Spanish. I failed it in school."

"It means darling or dear. I try to be nice and you just don't appreciate it." I turned away, my hair flicking to the side as I did so. Keith smiled apologetically before pressing a light kiss against my jaw.

-

Keith was kissing me softly, his hands sliding beneath my shirt. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy it, kissing back with an equal amount of lust. We were up in Keith's room so he was easily able to push me down onto the bed. We pulled apart for just long enough for a breath before he was kissing me again.