RikerYou Oneshots

Under the Weather

“Achoo!”  You sneeze again grabbing for a tissue.  ‘Being sick sucks’ you think to yourself head pounding and nose running.

You feel miserable.  Lying in bed you wish you wouldn’t have eaten that muffin from the café.  Even though you saw that lady sneeze dangerously close to it, warm blueberry is your favorite and you could not resist.  Now you lie in bed in a silent empty house where every cough and sneeze echoes and there’s nothing to muffle the sound of your throbbing head.

All the aches and pains aren’t even the worst of it.  You had to cancel your date with your boyfriend Riker.  The two of you had plans to go ice-skating then get some steaming hot chocolate at the best place in town.  Hot chocolate sounded so delicious right now.  But instead of having a lovely evening with your boyfriend you wait for your tense sore muscles to relax.

Right before you drift off to sleep for the third time today you vaguely hear the sound of a door creaking opened.  Not caring enough to do anything about it you allow your eyes to slip shut.

Several hours later you wake up to the pleasant smell of… cinnamon rolls?  Mhm, yes it is cinnamon rolls, your favorite.

You sit up slightly and notice that your door’s ajar.  Curious you slowly climb out of the warm blankets shivering when your exposed skin hits the cold air.  Luckily your slippers are in reach and your robe’s not far off.

Lazily shuffling to the door you reach for the knob.  Before you have a chance to pull it the door swings open.  Surprised you stumble back.

Riker stands in front of you shocked as well.

“What are you doing out of bed?”  You just stand there and blink.  “Well what are you waiting for?”  He gestures in the direction of the bed with his head.

Not knowing what else to do you obey.  You sit on the soft bed with your back leaning up against the headboard.  Looking at the blond with a mixture of thankfulness, love, and confusion he smiles at you.

“I see I leave you speechless.”  He raises his eyebrows with a playful grin.  A blush creeps up from your neck and spreads across your hot cheeks.  You’re just about to throw a pillow at him when you notice the tray in his hands.

 “A little birdy told me there was a beautiful young lady who needed some assistance.” Riker mockingly says in the most adorable English accent.  He sets the tray across your lap.  On the tray is a cup of orange juice and a plate with a mouth-watering, warm, frosting covered cinnamon roll.  You can practically see the warm steam rising form the outside.

“Wow Riker! Did you make this?”  Your eyes are wide.  Well as wide as they can be for being puffy and red.

“Mama’s recipe.”  He winks sitting down on the edge of your bed.  He watches you sweetly as you take a huge bite.

Your facial expression twists and Riker fails to hold back a giggle.  “Careful, it’s still hot!”  In spite of not wanting you to burn yourself he still laughs a little.  You admit that if the roof of you mouth weren’t on fire you would have laughed too.

Momentarily glaring at him sarcastically you swallow quickly and grab for the juice taking a big gulp.  Much better.

“Oh, before I forget I brought you these.”  He pulls out a small yet beautiful bouquet of pink and white flowers.

“Riker they’re gorgeous!  Thank you.”  You accept the flowers smiling.  “They look familiar though.”

“Yeah…about that, I kind of borrowed some from the bushes out front.  Sorry.”  He innocently looks at you with adorable puppy dog eyes that as hard as you try you can’t stay mad at. 

“This is all so sweet.  You didn’t have to do this.”  Secretly though you are a thousand times grateful. 

“I couldn’t just let my girlfriend lie here sick while I party.”  You weakly punch him in the arm still not having your full strength.

“Whatever I bet if you weren’t here you’d be sitting at home just missing me.”

“You’re probably right.”  He admits grinning.

The conversation continues, but nothing real interesting happens.  You finish the last of your cinnamon roll setting the fork down next to the empty plate, every last crumb gone.

“That was delicious.” Humming tummy happy and nose beginning to dry up.

Riker takes the tray and runs it to the kitchen again.  You take more time to admire the flowers he picked for you.  ‘How did I get so lucky?” You wonder.   

When the cheerful blond reenters the room he heads straight for your bed jumping under the covers snuggling next to you.  “Riker baby, I don’t want to give you my germs.  You’re going to get sick!”

“I don’t care.  You looked cold so I’m here to keep you warm.”

Deciding not to fight him you snuggle closer enjoying the warmth.  You slide your eyes close as you melt under his soft touch.  His strong arms wrapped around your waist pull you closer.  You giggle as he gently places soft butterfly kisses to your neck.  All the soreness and tension in your muscles disappear.   

“Riker that tickles.”  You laugh.  You’ve been known to be quite ticklish. 

“Does this tickle?”  He teases as he intentionally tickles under your chin and armpit.

“Yes!” Squirming around as you giggle.  The tickle fight finally dies down and you’re feeling a little worn out and out of breath.

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Not remembering dosing off you wake up to soft lips kissing your own gently.  Breaking away with a smile Riker whispers,  “I love you.  Especially when you’re sick, you’re very cuddly.”  Not even allowing you to respond he kisses you again.  Still sweet but more passionately cupping your face with a strong smooth hand.

The two of you, for loss of better words, make out for the next however long.  It isn’t as heated as other times just passionate and sweet.

Surprisingly he falls asleep first.  Aw, he’s so cute when sleeping.  Even though he’s your defending prince you still feel the need to protect him.  Curling up closer to his chest sleep takes over.

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*Sniff* “I can’t believe I got sick.”  Riker whines sounding more stuffed up then you.

It’s the next morning and as you predicted Riker’s sick.

“I told you so.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m still blaming you.”

“Whatever, it’s not my fault you decided to kiss me.”

“If you weren’t so beautiful and if you hadn’t stolen my heart this might not of ever happened.”  He sarcastically pretends to be serious.

Smiling at the compliment like a giddy little girl you reply, “Sorry… I think.”

He attempts to climb out of bed only to stumble to the floor groaning.

Telling him as you reach for his hand to help him up, “Well I feel much better so you just stay here in bed and I’m returning the favor.”  Smiling brightly at you he just nods and crawls back under the blankets pulling them up to his eyes. 

Being sick isn’t all that bad.