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Minor time jump

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My body felt like it was on fire, but it was freezing at the same time.

The tears occluded my vision as I rummaged around in the cabinet for some xylometazoline. I knew I shouldn't have gotten too close to that kid.

I found it finally and took a swig, when I heard a knock at the door. I decided not to answer it, hoping whoever it was would give up and go away, but then I heard his voice.

"Lo?"

As quietly as possible, I went up to the front door.

"Hey, kitten, it's me." He knocked again. "Are you home?"

"H-Hey." I sniffled.

"I got you a burrito from that place you like." He drawled tantalisingly.

"Thanks. Just leave it at the door. I'll take it later."

"Leave it at the door? What? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I just need to be alone. I'll call you."

"Why do you need to be alone?" He sounded suspicious.

"Just . . . That day of the month." I shrugged, knowing he couldn't see me.

"You had it two weeks ago. You don't think I keep track?"

Damn it. I had to date a cop.

"What's going on?"

I sighed.

"You know I have a spare. I'd prefer it if you didn't force me to use it." He said, his tone rising.

"I gave you that spare, you jackass."

"Plywood, baby. Heard everything."

I rolled my eyes and opened the door. "Why do you have to talk to me like I'm a criminal?"

He looked confused. "You're sick?"

I shrugged.

"Why didn't you want me to come inside?"

"Because I don't want you to catch it."

He chuckled, taking a step forward. "You don't think I can fight a simple cold?"

"Ry, you smoke. If the infection spread to your lungs, it could--Put me down!" I squealed when he threw me over his shoulder and walked to the bedroom, setting me down gently.

"Get some sleep. I'll be back with some soup."

"No need. I took a decongestant already."

"It's for your soul." He smiled and kissed my forehead, heading out again. The last thing I remember was watching him exit the room. 

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I was being shaken.

"Hey." A gentle voice was saying, brushing the hair out of my face. I blinked against the lamp's glare and lay on my back.

"Hey." I smiled, holding his hand on my face. "How long was I asleep?"

"Couple of hours." He smiled back. "You drool."

"You snore." I snapped, making him chuckle.

"Your soup's heating up in the kitchen."

I moaned, stretching. He was right, I did need rest. No way I was gonna tell him that.

"Want me to carry you?" He asked, nudging my cheek with his nose.

"Won't that throw your back out?" I grinned, but then gasped as I was in the air in an instant, nestled in his arms, giggling. He made me giggle.

He set me down on the island counter, proceeding to get the soup out of the microwave with an oven mitten. I smiled as I watched him set it down next to it. "It's too hot." He smiled sheepishly, rubbing his fingers.

"I can wait." I shrugged and leaned back on my elbows, unconsciously parting my legs. He smirked and took the place between them, drawing circles on my thighs.

"It could be a while." He said, glancing at my lips. I sat back up straight and parted my legs further apart. He watched me, his breaths rushing as I slid forward until we were in contact. Ryan sighed deeply, before urgently grabbing my face and kissing me.

We hung on to each other like our lives depended on it, exploring and scratching as I writhed against him. It had been too long. I kissed my way down to his neck as my hand reached down between his legs and rubbed. Ryan groaned and tipped me back, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. In under ten seconds, I was out of my clothes, and helping him strip off his shirt.

He kissed his way down to my waist and parted my legs. I stilled when I felt his breath on the inside of my thighs. The anticipation was killing me.

I fell back in a moan, gripping his hair tight between my fingers as his tongue did its magic. It was mind blowing, but I wanted him.

"Ryan." I gasped, tugging at his hair to let up, but he only kissed me harder.

"No, Ryan. Stop." I breathed and grabbed his face, pulling him up to mine.

"You don't like that?" He asked, pulling away.

"Not right now." I licked my lips, gasping. "I want you inside me."

We met lips again, and he took me up in his arms, walking towards the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to kiss him, until he lay me down and reached for his pants.

Lip bitten, I stared up at him and leaned forward, undoing his belt. He watched me with his eyes slightly closed and his chest heaving as I did, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

He twitched when I ran a finger along the zipper track and took control, shoving them off and sliding up between my legs.

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