tequila ; s. paulson one - shots

sick (a. mayfair - richards)

"Crap," you groaned, rolling over to turn off your alarm. With a huff, you turned, facing the beautiful brunette who was still sleeping soundly.

Being a teacher had always been your dream, but recently, the late nights grading papers had taken its toll. Your wife had been catching you at 2am in the kitchen, reading through countless essays. While she never felt neglected or lacking attention from you, she knew your health would be the one to suffer.

With a sniffle, you dragged yourself out of the comfortable warmth of Ally's embrace, making your way to your closet to get ready. You needed maximum warmth, so you selected an outfit not unlike the ones your wife was fond of wearing. Pulling on a turtleneck sweater and pants, you stifled a cough behind your hands, not wanting to alert the older woman to your condition.

"Honey, why are you getting up already," Ally mumbled from the bed, voice raspy with sleep, "It's early."

Placing a kiss on your wife's forehead, you replied, "It's time for me to get up, love. I have classes all day today," making her roll her eyes in exasperation. "Why do you have to get up so early and ruin my sleep?"

"Not my fault you decided to marry me, Ally," you retorted, rubbing your itchy nose.

"I wouldn't trade it for anything, baby," she answered, now awake and lazily getting out of bed, "Your voice sounds hoarse, Y/N, are you sure you're well enough to teach today?"

"Seriously, angel, you worry too much," huffing, you pulled a pair of socks from the drawers, "I'll be fine."

"The second you have a fever, you're coming home," the older woman said, wrapping her arms around you from behind, "I can't have my wife spreading germs around."

Rolling your eyes, you wriggled out of her grasp and kissed her before heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth, "I won't get a fever, Allyson. There's no need to get worked up over my husky voice."

"But still, Y/N," she chided, "If your temperature goes up, I'm taking you home."

Now clean and fresh, you walked over to her and pressed a kiss to her lips, "Yes, ma'am, I will tell you if my temperature goes up."

Pulling on your coat, you waved one last time before heading to work. The school was about 10 minutes away from your shared apartment, so you preferred walking. As you set your bag down in the classroom, a headache suddenly presented itself, pounding at you relentlessly. This was going to be a long day.

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Once the last student left, you slumped on your desk, utterly drained. Your headache hadn't been relieved by all the water you forced down your aching throat, and the layers you were wearing didn't really stop the shivers you were getting. As you lay your head on your arms, you drifted off in your exhaustion.

What you didn't know was that Ally knew you well enough to know you were lying for the sake of going to work. After the third time she unsuccessfully tried to call your phone, she got into the car and drove to school.

Knocking softly on the classroom door, she entered, seeing you passed out on your desk, shivering, "Y/N, honey," Ally said, shaking your shoulders gently, "You're burning up, let's go home."

Like a small child, you groaned, "I'm tired," allowing your wife to help you make your way to the car, "I know you are, stupid. Why did I let you go to work again?" she asked.

"Because I'm awesome and you love me," you grinned, mildly sleep drunk, making Ally roll her eyes. "I do love you, but awesome isn't really what I would call you, love."

The entire drive home, you were half-asleep, still shivering, and once you got home, Ally helped you get to your shared bedroom, where she forced you to remove your clothes to change.

"Allyyyyy," you complained, feeling the cold air biting at your bare skin, "It's cold."

"I know it is, honey, but endure it for a while, okay?" she said, guiding you to the bed before exiting the room, "I have to wipe you down first before you can sleep."

Grumbling and still shivering, you followed her command, staying on the bed quietly as she came back with a washcloth and a small basin of water.

Gentle as always, Ally used the washcloth to wipe every inch of your body in attempts to cool the burning skin. Once she was done, she gave you a sweater and pajamas, letting you burrow underneath the covers.

"Can you eat for me, honey?" she asked kindly, "You need something in your stomach before you can drink your medicine."

Hesitantly, you nodded, knowing she only wanted you to get better, "My throat hurts, Ally," you replied hoarsely, to which she just nodded, "I'll make you some soup, can you eat that?"

"Only if it's ramen," you joked, making her laugh and place a kiss on your forehead, "Yes, ma'am, ramen it is. I'll be right back."

After a while, she came back, holding a bowl of instant noodles, your favorite kind, which despite your extreme fatigue still made you sit up excitedly.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Y/N, but please eat slowly," she chuckled, gently tying your hair back. You started devouring your food while she changed her clothes into more comfortable ones.

Having eaten all you could handle, you set the bowl on the nightstand, "Ally, can you cuddle me?"

"Let me just get your medicine, honey," she replied, "Are you feeling better?"

"Just cold now," you mumbled softly as she climbed into your bed. Wrapping her arms around you, she placed a hand on your forehead, checking your temperature. She then handed you your medicine, which you drank obediently.

"Go to sleep, honey," she said, tucking the covers around you neatly.

"Stay, please?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

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