Elsa x Fem Reader One shots (Requests Closed)

9. Sick

You were in bed surrounded with blankets. You had started to get chills about an hour ago and they weren't going away. 

"I'm done the meeting," Elsa says, getting under the covers with you. She kisses you softly, and your eyes close. Your chills disappearing from your mind. 

"It's kind of warm in here. Do you have a fever," Elsa moves to feel your forehead but you push her away. 

"I had a really hot shower," you say nonchalantly. It seems to work, because Elsa goes back to kissing you with an "okay." 

You hum against her lips, then move to her neck, kissing and biting the skin there. 

"Y/N," Elsa warns, but you weren't feeling well enough to take it too far tonight. You kiss back up to her lips and slide your tongue along hers. 

"Mmm," Elsa hums while your tongues danced, "Forget it, I changed my mind. Do whatever you want." 

You smirk, and start to work your way down again. 

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"Ugh," you woke up to a throbbing head. You knew you shouldn't have ignored the chills the night before.

"Y/N," Elsa turns in your arms, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you groan, but then a wave of nausea come over you, and you run to the bathroom and lock the door. 

"Y/N!" Elsa exclaims. You rush to the toilet and throw up, your girlfriend knocking on the door. You open the door when you feel like you're done, and Elsa's concerned gaze lands on you. 

"You've got to stay in bed today, I'll get you some soup and tea, I'll cancel my council meeting and I-" 

"It's okay, the soup is fine. You don't have to cancel anything for me," you say, not wanting her to fuss too much, but Elsa's already gone to make soup. 

You sigh and brush your teeth, and get into bed after. Just after you close your eyes, Elsa shakes you. 

"Here." she holds a spoon out feeds you. 

"Elsa, you don't need to stay here, I'm alright. You can go to your meeting," you say with a mouthful of soup. 

"Did you get sick from the trip in the mountains with Kristoff? Or was it the food the chef cooked?" you girlfriend frets. 

"Elsa, I'm fine," you say. Elsa sighs but doesn't say anything.

She gets into bed again and you crawl into her arms,  your head under her chin. Elsa strokes your hair, while singing a lullaby her mother taught her. You cuddle closer to your girlfriend. 

"I love you," you mumble against her neck. Elsa laughs quietly.

"I love you too, Y/N." she leans down to kiss you, but you gently push her away. 

"I'm sick, remember," you say.

"I don't care," Elsa says, leaning closer again to you, but your hand stop her. 

"I don't want to get you sick," you say, but she just laughs. 

"From what we were doing last night we were kissing a lot, so I don't think it'll make a difference," Elsa says. You blush, remembering what you two were doing.

"Fine," you succumb to Elsa, her lips hungrily crashing against yours. 

"Gently," you groan, not feeling well enough to have Elsa be rough. She kisses you softer, but with just as much passion, and you tilt your head up to deepen the kiss. 

"You are going to be so sick in a week," you mumble against her lips.