tequila ; s. paulson one - shots

shark week (b. d. howard)

"Ow, ow, owww," you groaned, rolling over in bed as your stomach ached relentlessly.

"Baby, are you alright?" your girlfriend asked groggily, disturbed by your constant shifting. You shakily replied, "My stomach hurts. I might have eaten something that doesn't agree with me, or it's that time of month already."

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you stumbled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get a pad. When you returned to your shared bed, Billie was lying peacefully, awake but quiet, waiting for you.

"Are you okay now, sweetheart?" she asked, opening her arms for a cuddle, to which you obliged happily.

"Better now that you're cuddling me," you giggled, but then she frowned.

"How come you never really show the typical symptoms when you're on your period? Most girls are always asking for chocolates and using heating pads and stuff, but you're just really easily pissed off," she questioned, making you laugh.

"Honey, back at home, we were considered overdramatic if we asked for those things. I had to go to school even if I had cramps, find ways to fix my cravings, and just take care of myself."

Billie looked thoughtful for a second, but then pressed a kiss to your cheek before getting up, making you complain, "Billie! Why are you getting up?"

Chuckling, she kissed your pouting lips, "I'm going to make us breakfast, sweetie. I can bring it here if you don't want to get up."

"I'm not a baby, Billie Dean, I can get up."

"Then come on, let's eat bacon and eggs," the older said, offering her hand to help you out of bed, which you took gratefully, dragging your body out of the comfortable bed.

Walking hand in hand had always been your favorite thing, and Billie always loved draping her arm around your shoulders and peppering kisses all over your face, no matter where you were.

Sitting at the kitchen counter, you watched as your girlfriend picked up a frying pan and started cooking your favorite breakfast food, humming a song while doing it.

As you stared at your beautiful girlfriend doing something so sweet for you, you couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that she was much too good for you, that you didn't deserve her.

"What's wrong, honey? I can hear your thoughts running around," the older chuckled softly, flipping the bacon in the pan before placing it on a plate set in front of you.

Brushing stray hairs away from your face, she kissed your forehead gently, "Eat up, babygirl, maybe we can watch a movie later."

"M'kay," you mumbled through a mouthful of food, nodding, "Thank you for the food, this is amazing."

Billie being Billie, she noticed the difference in your expression and hugged you from behind, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Hormones," you shook your head.

"Ooh, what are they saying now? No secrets from me, love," she said, nuzzling into your neck, "Remember, you can tell me anything."

Sighing, you stuffed another forkful of food into your mouth before responding, "I was thinking about how you might leave me one day if you get bored. I feel really lucky to have you, but absolutely terrified you might meet someone more your speed one day."

"Aw, angel, you know you're the only girl I want, right?" she soothed, planting kisses all over your head and neck, "Besides, what do you mean more my speed? I'm honestly still wondering how you can stay one step ahead of my corny jokes."

Swiveling around to hug the older woman, you smiled before responding, "it's an acquired skill, honey."

Billie's arms wrapped around you warmly, and her lips pressed a kiss to yours, before pulling away, "Now finish your food and we can watch a movie plus cuddles," she said, walking to the opposite side of the counter.

"Aw, Billie, you can't leave me hanging!" you pouted.

"Yes, I can honey, besides, you eat so much when you're on your period. I don't want a hungry demon next to me on the bed," she chuckled, ruffling your hair across the countertop.

Playfully glaring at her, you wolfed down the rest of the amazing food she had prepared for you. When you finished, Billie took the plate and left it in the sink, "C'mon, baby, let's go watch."

The older woman walked into your bedroom to get a hoodie and a blanket for you, one of your weird quirks she had grown to love.

"Couch or bedroom?" you inquired, getting the hard drive with your movies.

"I'm feeling couch, but you decide, baby," she called back, coming back with your fluffy blue sweater and navy blanket with stars.

"Couch it is then," you grinned, plugging the hard drive into the tv and turning it on.

"What do you want to watch, honey?"

"Hm, I am looking for an action movie today, but I also want to watch a rom com. weird."

"Well, pick. One or two?"

"One."

"Then we're watching an action movie. Are you feeling Marvel? Something else?"

"Let's watch The Winter Soldier then Civil War? Are you ok with that?"

Billie smiled at you, "I'm good with anything. Now come here and let's cuddle."

Pulling on the hoodie, you curled up, leaning your head against Billie's chest, feeling her running her fingers through your hair. Surrendering to her warmth, you turned your attention to the movie, which you had seen so many times but couldn't get enough of.

When Natasha and Steve were in the mall together, Billie scoffed, making you glance up at her, "You only want to watch this because they get screentime together. How many times are we going to talk about how they will never end up together?"

"Don't shame my ship, Howard. I know they're not meant to be in the movies."

"Sorry, baby, I would rather ship the actors than the characters," the older shyly apologized, placing a kiss to your head.

"You're a lot nicer to me than my family when I'm on my period. How did I get so lucky?"

"Well, I'm lucky too. Remember when I accidentally bled through the bed on the morning of an important shoot? I came home and saw the bedsheets freshly changed and all the stained stuff hanging to dry, and then I looked in the living room and saw you passed out on the couch. "

"Well, when I'm on my period, you're the one who has amazing food waiting when I get home. Remember when you made that carbonara with bacon? Mmm, I'm getting hungry just thinking about it."

"Then stop thinking about it," Billie said with a laugh.

"Hey, Billie?"

"Yes, angel?"

"Can you kiss me, please?"

"You don't even have to ask."

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