cover me (with 1000 kisses)
Who: Shea Delaney & Eleanor Wood
When: 7/22
Where: Shea’s apartment
What: Eleanor comes over
Warnings: Little space to cope, mentions of drug addiction
Shea was missing Eleanor, that was the only real way to say it. She wanted to be around her more and more. Things were just easier with her around. Shea knew that things had changed. When Eleanor was around, Shea knew that the other was safe and protected and so very much hers. Ever since the night that Eleanor had been drugged and it set in just how much she cared for her, it'd been harder to not have her around.
She'd set a timer for exactly an hour from the time she texted Eleanor back, very keen on keeping the other to the time she said. Then she'd set about taking a shower, figuring it was the easiest way to kill time. Her blanket fort from the other night was still up in the living room and every time she thought to take it down there'd be just a certain twinge of pain and she'd leave it up, just in case. And as she got out of the shower she once again found herself debating taking it down. It wouldn't be too hard to reconstruct later and the extra pillows and blankets could certainly be put to better use while Eleanor was over.
Eleanor isn’t sure how serious Shea was about having her in her home forever but she knew to at least pack for a couple days. She throws in different pajamas, undies, a blanket, and her stuffed cat and climbs out her window. She doesn’t even look back as she walks off the property and finds her Uber.
She’s chatty- nervous, thinking that if she talks she can be in control.
And is relieved when they arrive. It had been less than an hour but she still likes the idea of 1000 kisses so when she knocks she’s grinning wide, thankful it doesn’t hurt to do that any longer.
Shea is still debating whether or not to take apart the pillow fort when there comes a knock on her door. She smiles, bouncing a little on her feet. Her ankle and knee are still fucked to hell, so she's still out of work, but she's getting around a lot better than she had been. She was still limping and would probably be better if she actually used the crutches she'd been given, Shea was too stubborn and independent for such. So, instead she just dealt with the pain.
Heading to the door, she pulled it open, delighted to see a smile on Eleanor's face. "Princess!"
Eleanor is careful with her movements but is immediate in wrapping the other girl up in her arms. “I know I’m not late but I’d still like to give you 1000 kisses. Nice reference by the way.”
Shea wraps her arms around Eleanor and pulls her gently into the apartment, just enough to close the door. Yeah?!" Shea is almost vibrating with excitement at that. It had been mostly a joke, she'd never actually figured Eleanor would agree, even if she had been late. But she was thoroughly excited she was getting them anyway. "Thanks, I was listening to Rent earlier."
“It would be my pleasure.” Eleanor promises, starting already to place light kisses across her face. “I’d like for you to tell me there’s a computer in that fort so we can snuggle and watch the little mermaid. And so I can properly give you all the kisses.”
Shea can't help but giggle at the little kisses to her face. "There can be, real quick!" Her voice is pitched slightly higher than usual, a childish hint to it all as she bounces a little. "Should I go get it?"
“Yes! Go. I’ll be right here.” Eleanor smiles, watching her happily. She seems less pained and it was s good look on her.
Shea nodded excitedly and headed off to her bedroom. Her laptop had taken to living on her bedside table, as she spent most of her days in bed, it was easier. She returned quickly, moving to plug it in near the pillow fort, glad she'd left it up. "Snacks?"
“Are you hungry?” Rachel peaks into the fort and easily sets the laptop off to the side. “I’d really just like to kiss you.”
"Might be later. Grabbing snacks now means we don't have to later. Less getting up and interrupting the kisses. Right?"
“You’re the smartest. Snacks are great and water, maybe?” Eleanor makes her way to the kitchen.
Shea giggles a bit and goes into the kitchen with Eleanor."Fruit snacks and pretzels maybe?" She asked. "Have juice boxes now too." She mumbles as she opens the fridge, grabbing a couple water bottles and then a handful of juice boxes. What good was a Disney movie without juice?
“Those sound great. The butterflies or the sticks?” Eleanor helps by grabbing the juice boxes. “You know exactly how to make this perfect. Are we ready?”
"Only have butterflies." Shea liked eating pretzels with ice cream and sticks broke off too easily in the ice cream, so she only bothered to buy the others. When Eleanor took some of the juice boxes she smiled a bit, blushing a bit at the compliment. "Yeh!" She nodded, grabbing the box of fruit snacks sat on the counter, she found she didn't forget about them if she left them on the counter and she liked her snacks where she could get to them easy.
“My favorite!” Eleanor brings the items into the fort and then waits back for Shea to get inside first. “Get comfy. I’m gonna snuggle you so much!”
Shea crawls into the pillow fort, making herself as comfortable as possible. Almost every extra pillow and blanket out of the apartment had been used to construct the fort, including the cushions off her couch. There was also a stuffed red panda that Shea grabbed once she was settled in properly. While she wasn't entirely in little space she could feel her hold on her actual self slipping and had a feeling she'd lose that grip entirely the more she they settled in but for once she didn't mind. Shea knew she was safe with Eleanor.
“You certainly know your way around fort building. A priceless skill that I’m quite envious of.” Her nose scrunches up a bit, noticing the red panda. “Will you cuddle my stuffie for me?” Eleanor climbs out quickly to grab her stuffed cat and then she spoons Shea happily, placing the cat in her arms before starting up the kisses again. “Her name is Cat.” Eleanor whispers in her ear, moving to kiss the woman gently before moving to start at her shoulder.
"Thanks." She gasps slightly when Eleanor mentions her own stuffie. "Of course!" Even though she knows this requires Eleanor getting up, she can't help but whine when she does so. Shea happily takes the stuffed cat, giving it a kiss on the head. "Hello Cat. This is Rud." She made both stuffies wave before adjusting her hold on them to cuddle them properly. She also wiggled to press back into Eleanor, giggling at the kisses.
Eleanor finds the scene before her adorable and precious and she likes that Shea trusts her to see it. “I haven’t kept count of all the kisses I’ve given so far.” She places another kiss to her lips. “What’s off limits, babe?”
"It's okay. You can start now, yeah?" Shea kisses Eleanor back before her eyebrows scrunched together at the question. There was no doubt she was slipping further into little space which meant there were a lot more limits about to be put into place and she had to think about that. "Anything below the waist. And everything stays on." Had she not been so close to little space things would have been different. Shea would have been far more open to clothes coming off, even for just the sake of just giving Eleanor more places to kiss. But at the moment, she isn't.
“So your cheeks?” Eleanor starts counting off kisses as she goes from one cheek to the other. “And your nose?” She continues. “Forehead. Top of your head.” Eleanor continues, even doing butterfly kisses before rounding off the rest of the kisses to her lips and the stuffed. “1000 kisses for my sweetest girl.”
Shea finds herself giggling with each kiss, just happy to be with Eleanor. Happy to be cuddled up with her and getting kisses from her princess. "Princess kisses are best!"
“And you’re the only one who receives them.” She promises, snuggling her in close. “Except stuffies, they need kisses too.”
"Am special?" Shea asks looking at Eleanor curiously.
“You’re the most special person I’ve ever met, sweet girl.”
"Am? Princess sure?" Shea isn't sure she believes her. She wants to, but it's a hard thing for her to believe.
She kisses her nose and smiles. “I’m the most sure about you than anyone or anything else in this world.”
"Okie." She nodded slightly, smiling at Eleanor. "Movie now?"
Eleanor kisses her forehead and moves so that she can get the little mermaid up and playing on the laptop. Once she presses play she gets back to holding Shea’s but her eyes are on the screen.
Shea settles back into Eleanor's arms, adjusting the stuffies in her arms so that their heads are turned to the screen too and able to watch. "Rud likes Lion King better, water no good."
“I hadn’t met Rud when I chose the movie. Should we switch to The Lion King?” Eleanor sits up.
Shea shook her head, whining when Eleanor sits up. "No, is okie. I like it. Rud is okay."
“Okay.” She nuzzles into her. “Cat doesn’t like water either.
"Cat favorite?" Shea yawns a little, reaching around until she finds a blanket and trying to pull it over them, though having issues with being the little spoon. With a huff she drops it and looks at Eleanor. "Please?"
“Cat loves Snow White because she likes to wander outside in the woods. She’s really brave.” At her pleasing she pulls the blankets up and over, doing her best to do a slight tucking in of Shea. “Are we napping or getting cozy?”
"Rud brave too!" She pressed kisses to both stuffie heads, snuggling closer as Eleanor tucks her in. "Not sleepy!" Shea protested, even as she bit back a yawn.
“I’m sure Rud is.” Eleanor holds back a giggle at Shea who won’t admire her very apparent sleepiness. “Okay. Let’s keep watching then baby.”
"Yep!" Shea settles back into Eleanor as they continue to watch. It isn't long before she's lost her battle to stay awake and is quietly snoozing in Eleanor's arms, stuffies held closely to her chest.
Eleanor finished the movie, holding onto Shea with intentions of protection and warmth. She stays awake, having had trouble sleeping as of late unless with Shea so it doesn’t come surprise her when she falls asleep too.
Eventually, the lack of background noise wakes Shea up. It is then that she realizes ho in pain she is, the combination of whatever pain meds she took before wearing off and sleeping in one position causing her body to scream. "Princess," she whines as she turns over to face her, shaking Eleanor a bit.
Eleanor shoots up, eyes opening quick. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?” She tries to untangle herself from the blankets with all her tossing and turning.
Shea grabs Eleanor, trying to get her to stop moving. "Is okie. Just hurt."
“That’s not okay. What do you need? How do I make it better. Medicine, where is it?”
Shea slumps a little, feeling a bit like she's being chastised. "Bathroom. Not bad stuff." She pulls her knees up to her chest, only to wince and let them extend again. Shea had slept on her bad side and it meant weight had been on her bad knee. She whined as she tried to find a comfortable position to sit in.
“I don’t know the difference between bad stuff and good stuff.” Eleanor whispers, nails digging into her hand. “Tylenol?”
"Bad stuff in bedroom." Shea admits quietly, simply nodding at the clarification Eleanor offers.
She gets to the bathroom and looks got the best pain reliever she can find and then she gets s glass of water. “Here baby. Take this.” She puts the pills in her hand and the glass to her lips.
Shea does as she's told, making sure to finish the glass of water before finding a package of fruit snacks. With her good leg bent up underneath her and her bad leg stretched out but bent slightly, she sets Rud and Cat in her lap and opens her package of fruit snacks. She is very particular, sorting them out by color in her hand first and then eating them in number order from fewest number of gummies to most, humming quietly to herself as she does.
Eleanor just watches her quietly. Watching how she sorts through the colors. “It’s a little late for sugar don’t you think? You won’t be able to fall back to sleep.”
Shea pouts as Eleanor speaks. "Not lot! Just little." She does however resist the urge to grab another package of fruit snacks, instead grabbing the pretzels. She's far too aware, even in little space, that having an empty stomach with pain meds, even not her bad ones, often leads to not feeling good. Is snacking her best bet? Probably not, but it was something.
“You need to eat something for filling and of substance. I can make you toast?” Eleanor can’t sit back down till rather panicked.
"With peanut butter?" Shea asks, still munching on pretzels. Her head tilts as she watches Eleanor. "Princess okay?"
“Yes! With peanut butter of course.” Eleanor leans down to kiss her head and after a minute calls out. “How do you want it cut, baby?”
Shea smiles, giggling a bit at the kiss to her nose. She finds herself singing quietly to herself while she waits, making Cat and Rud dance. "Triangles!" Shea calls back.
Eleanor cuts the toast into triangles and gets another glass of water. “Here. This will help your tummy. I’ll hold Cat and Rud so they don’t get dirty.”
Shea pouts a little but hands over the stuffies in return for the plate of toast and glass of water. She eats slowly, still humming to herself.
Eleanor just takes care of the animals, kissing them on their heads and snuggling them. “Does it taste okay?”
"Yep!" Shea nods with a smile, teeth still full of peanut butter. "Thank."
“You’re welcome.” Eleanor licks at her thumb to wipe away some peanut butter from the girls face. “I’m really sleepy, baby.”
Shea giggles, squirming away from Eleanor wiping the peanut butter off her face. "Sleep soon?" She eats a little faster, yawning a bit herself.
“Please.” Eleanor nods, hopeful that maybe she could get some real sleep with her best girl.
"Okie." Shea does her best to speed up her eating without choking on it or gluing her mouth shut with peanut butter. She's starting to doze off every time she pauses too long between bites, which slows her down and instead of finishing she set the last of her toast down. "Sleepies."
Eleanor doesn’t mean to make her feel rushed but sleep had been hard and she isn’t sure she can take care of her the way she deserves in this very moment. “One more sip of water baby, and then we’ll go sleepies.”
Shea just nods and does as she's told. Then she's making her way out of the pillow fort, whimpering as she stands up, not entirely able to put weight on her bad leg. She slowly makes her way to the kitchen to deal with her trash and wash her hands. She has to rest then, bent over the counter to support herself with her leg off the ground. It's killing her, even without the weight and she wants to get rid of the pain. She wants to dose. And it makes her angry that she wants to. Her fist connects with a nearby cabinet before she can stop herself, the sound of cracking wood pulling her all the way back to reality. "Fuck!"
Eleanor doesn’t expect her to leave so much as she expected her to drink the water and lie down. But she goes with it and follows her to the kitchen, staying a bit away as not to overstep her process. But then there’s fist and cabinet swinging from the impact and then Eleanor is breathing heavy in hopes to keep herself calm. “What is it? Is it your leg or your hand. Let me see.” And she’s pulling at her hand to look at, staring at Shea nervously. She’s not sure if it’s her reflex to stay on top and ensure Shea’s fist can be caught if she tries to hit her or if it’s to keep herself in the moment and Shea has the ability to do that.
Shea hadn't realized Eleanor had followed her. She doesn't fight Eleanor taking her hand, even if she knows it's fine. "My hand is fine." She grumbles, flexing her hand and wiggling her fingers to prove it. "The cabinet, however," Shea traces the crack that had formed in the wood with her other hand. "Has seen better days." Shea sighs, still leaning on the counter in an attempt to stay off her leg. "My leg is killing me. I need to dose. I don't want to."
Eleanor lets it go as she starts moving it around, and she just nods stuck in her spot. Her eyes follow to the cabinet and the girl swallows. “I, um.” What if telling her no turned badly? Eleanor doesn’t think she can handle that. “Okay.” She whispers
Shea tilts her head as she watched Eleanor. The response is off. It's not the Eleanor she knows. She's scared and Shea doesn't like that. Shea hops up onto the counter, letting out a whimper before sighing. "What's going on princess?"
“I’m just tired. I don’t want you to do drugs. Please don’t do that.” And though it is delayed she flinches at the sudden movement.
"I don't want to either." Shea sighs, looking down at the ground. "I didn't mean to scare you."
“I’m not scared. You didn’t do anything. It’s okay. I’m okay.” She doesn’t mean to but instantly begins pacing. “Nothing else will help?”
"Princess, don't lie to me. Please." Her voice is quiet and she can't watch Eleanor pace, so she just keeps her eyes on the ground. "No."
“I um. I guess. You should do what you need to I guess.” She’s just blinking now trying to get herself together so she can be there properly.
"I don't want to. I don't want this. I like being all here, with you." Shea sounds desperate and pained. She doesn't want to dose, even if it's the one thing she knows will help. "Can I hold you?"
“I don’t. I can’t .” She feels like she might be sick at the idea of being touched. “Can I hold you?”
Shea just nods as she slides off the counter, groaning slightly as her bad food hits the ground. "Where would you like that to be?" As much as she'd prefer it to be in her bed, she wanted to give that control to Eleanor.
“Your bed. I need to. I really need to sleep. I just need to hold you.”
Shea nods, slowly stumbling her way to her bedroom. The bottle of pills is staring her in the face. Flopping face down onto the bed she knocks the bottle onto the floor with a hard swipe of her hand, not watching where it lands. She'll probably regret it later, but right now she wasn't going to risk it.
Eleanor gets beside her, pulling blankets over them. She needed the extra level of safety. “I’m going to hold you now.”
Shea let Eleanor pull the covers over her but didn't actually move to roll onto her side. Instead she kept herself on her stomach, it took the most pressure off her bad leg. "Okie."
She can’t hold her in that position so Eleanor just takes her hand. “Okay.”
Shea knows it's not the best position but the reality is, she can't afford to make her bad leg worse. Anymore pain and she'd have to dose. "Sorry." She mutters, turning her head to look at Eleanor. "Too much pain."
“No need to be sorry.” Eleanor manages before shaking her head. “Just lie down, no need for moving. I don’t want you hurting even more.”
