"Hello, beautiful." Five chuckles lightly when he hears me groaning in bed as soon as he walked into the bedroom, me hiding beneath the blankets to try and get some proper sleep. "How are you feeling?" he asks as he sets down a tray of tea for me, sitting down on the bed next to my legs and I peak my head out to look at him.
"Like shit." I grumble, sniffling. "And don't call me beautiful." I was just all around grumpy and pissed off, my illness taking longer than I hoped to go away. He was instantly better after two weeks but my illness was taking longer than the usual 1-2 weeks. It was torture! My boyfriend just smiles at me, ignoring my hostility and kisses the top of my head when he places pieces of paper on my lap. "What's this?" I move to sit up.
"Tickets."
"I can see that." I pick up the plane tickets, reading over the details. "Why do you have tickets for Italy?"
"I thought, after you get better, we can go for a trip." Five says, brushing his fingers down my jaw and I shiver, looking at him in shock from this sudden spontaneity.
"But-"
"-I checked with your work and you have the next month free, no events, no planning, nothing going on for you." I blink in surprise at him actually calling up my work to check and I flush as he taps my chin up. "And I have no scheduled classes since it's pre-exam study month."
"But what if we get called in to work-"
"-we won't sweetheart." my heart picks up when he leans down to press kisses down my neck. "Been a while since we took a break, don't you think?" I let out a shaky breath as he moves to hold my waist, kissing a sensitive spot that has me falling plaint to his words. "What do you say beautiful?"
"I would love to..." I breathe out, feeling Five smirk against my neck as he trails kisses across my collarbone and my throat.
"Good girl. Now, how about some dinner? You haven't eaten anything all day." All I could simply do was nod, mind hazed and doing everything my boyfriend suggested to do. He could easily pull my strings and I'd let him. "Up we go." He takes my hands and carefully pulls me out of bed.
"Wait, what about little Five?" I ask, noticing that our kitten wasn't scratching on our bedroom door and crying like he had been doing every day since I was locked in here. He hates my boyfriend and prefers my company more but I didn't hear him today. We had to keep him away from me since animals don't survive if they get Covid.
"He's sleeping in the guestroom. Little shit bit me." Five hisses in annoyance and I chuckle, letting him take me to the living room to eat with him. "How's your chest?"
"The puffer is helping, it's just my throat now." I clear my throat, feeling the endless tingling scratching me and I take another strepsil.
Been popping these nonstop the entire time like pills...
