Really . . . ? Really . !
ੈ✩ relationship: lee felix x fem!reader
ੈ✩ themes: domestic fluff, comfort, princess treatment, physical touch, slight angst, slice of life, skz imagines
ੈ✩ warnings: reader has poor eating habits
ੈ✩ synopsis: you’re ill and told felix absolutely not to come over, but he can’t resist caring for his girl
ੈ✩ photos credits: Pinterest
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Haiiii I’m back…… this took me 4 days and it’s so much longer but I had soooo much fun writing it 💔💔 I was ill recently so I fear this was inspired…
This is superrrr fluffy so pre-warning…. But I feel like if you know you know (there’s a I know you know lee know joke in there somewhere)
(p.s. the italicised writing between slashes are texts :))
Also, super super grateful to anyone who reads any of the stuff I post <\3 ily all
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Some vague noise woke you up. You couldn’t really even tell what it was, just a buzzing and a disturbance in your ears. You scowled at the fuzziness, the headache immediately returning with a punch. You bolted your eyes even tighter shut to dispel any of the light looking to invade your eyes from your east-facing window. You rolled over in bed, your ears eventually tuning the noise ever so clearer.
Small raps at the door, in a constant soft rhythm. Quiet, in reality, to anyone who didn’t have a week-long headache and flu. Invasive to your ears still.
“Princess…? The doors locked”
You raised your head and your eyes creaked open in disbelief. Soon to your own regret, as it felt like a hammer hit your head without a pillow.
You’d told him absolutely not to come over. In reality, you’d felt awful hiding your illness from him. For the first few days. You felt like hell and the last thing you wanted was to pass it onto him; you’d never forgive yourself.
Once you’d finally been honest with him, it was like a war on your phone.
/Princess how couldn’t you tell me?/
/Lixie please don’t come over I mean it I don’t want to pass this onto you/
/Angel that’s not fair you’re suffering :(((/
/Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll pick up some supplies/
/Sunshine please you’re so busy this weekend it’s not fair/
/Are you taking care of yourself? Do you have honey in the flat? Did you take the blankets out the cupboard?/
/I promise Lixie I’ll be fine. Tell me you won’t come over…/
You weren’t fine. Not that you’d let that on. Though you should’ve really expected he’d come over no matter what you said.
More raps on the door. Constant but soft. You rolled over in bed with a groan, grabbing your pillow to smother your senses
“Felix…”, you groaned to yourself.
But after a second, you started to feel bad. You were really laid there blocking out the words, bordering whines, of your own boyfriend whilst he was probably stood in the cold.
You threw the pillow to the end of the bed in an exhausted shove of energy. And sneezed. Your head ricocheting off the bed. The small knocks started again, ever so slightly louder.
You groaned and dragged yourself off your bed like a corpse, dragging your heaviest blanket with you. You threw it over your hunched back and gripped the corners for dear life as you trudged towards the door. The knocks continued.
“Lixie I said explicitly–...”, you started as you unbolted the door, but the sight of him stopped your voice immediately.
Slightly damp hair, the ends noticeably soaked but the top of his head peppered with individual visible rain droplets. From the neck up, he looked like a kitten caught in the rain. His eyes shimmered at the sight of you and he flashed an honest smile like a ray of sunshine. His freckles clear as day across his nose and cheeks like little stars.
From the neck down… a different story. His leather jacket visibly soaked. He was carrying white plastic bags in either hand. They looked heavy by themselves even if you didn’t look at his hands, which were blowing up red. His fingers playing Twister trying to keep the bags afloat.
“You’re all wet, sunshine…”, you said in a quiet whine, still slightly shocked he was looking at you, somehow with a puppy’s smile, at your door.
“Is my baby feeling ok?”, he started with a tilted head, almost as if you hadn’t said anything.
He gently glided past you towards the kitchen counter to place the bags down with a slight thump. You let him past, mostly as you were still in shock, but also wanting him to relieve his poor fingers.
“Your fingers, angel”, you started moving over to him.
He turned around and you immediately took his hands in yours, inspecting them for marks and rubbing the worse areas with your fingertips.
You looked up at him with a doey-eyed pout, but he just replied with a smile, pure with love.
You rubbed his fingers a few more times before feeling a brief, cold gust of wind break through your blanket. You turned around to see the door still open, and it snapped you back to reality.
You gently let go of his fingers, and looked at the ground. Felix’s smile faded almost immediately.
“I told you felix”, you began, “not to come here”
“It's not fair”, you said looking up at him now.
“Not fair on who?”, Felix started, but placed a finger over your lips as you began a flurry of a response.
“Shhh…”, he smiled. You thought he was way too happy about all of this, and grumbled slightly back at him.
He was about to tease you, but saw your up-turned annoyance. He tilted his head with a face more of seriousness and empathy, moving his hand to rub the side of your head.
“... I’m sorry, for lying”, he said softly. You tried desperately to stop falling into his touch like a puppy, but he had a devastating ability to touch just where it was feeling its worst. Your eyes lulled at the touch despite your best efforts.
You hoped Felix didn’t see, but he did, and smiled slightly in response. His pretty pink lips caught the light.
“But I’ve got a whole schedule planned, to make you feel even just one percent better”. He bent down to catch your eye, hand still rubbing circles.
You pouted and looked back at him from a down-turned gaze, before looking back at the floor. He stayed there, rubbing the side of your head with a beam, looking at you like you were the most precious thing on earth.
A whole minute passed, and you caved.
Without looking at him, you slowly enveloped your arms around his waist, collapsing the other pounding side of your head into his warm, still slightly damp chest. He brought his other arm to cup around your shoulders.
“You didn’t listen to me”, you tried to shoot back in response in one last ditched effort of protest, but it left your lips with more of a defeated whine.
“No…”, he started with an air of an apology, “but I’m listening to your body just fine…”. He stood his ground, but with a soft and honest tone.
He didn’t really want to tease you in this state.
You stood there covered in his arms for as long as he’d allow. You thought if you could fall asleep standing up you most certainly would have. It took all of Felix’s strength to rip your body from his.
“Hey”, he giggled as he held your shoulders half a metre from you, “let’s start on the plan, huh?”
“Sure”, you responded, still defeated. You tried to cling to his body again but he just scrunched his face in a giggle and held you at arms length.
“Not right now princess, later alright?”, he said, still with the remnants of a laugh on his lips.
He knelt down to catch your eye, your heavy head still hung low.
“I’ll run you a bath, and you go lay down on the couch in the meantime ok?”
He looked at you with the most heart-wrenching warm brown eyes. When your gaze drifted, his eyes followed like they were tied to yours with string. He gave a short polite smile and a nod, his lips drawn together pushing his cheeks out.
You gave a faint nod and rubbed your eye in response. Felix flashed his teeth in a wider smile, as if it was building up to be released. He stood up and carefully linked your hand, leading you to the couch.
You followed his footsteps, and he held your shoulders again as you lowered yourself down, keeling over on your right side onto the sofa with a huff. You shut your eyes in the uncomfortable movement to try and make it easier on your head.
Felix crouched down to be parallel with your face as you opened your eyes slightly. He moved your hair carefully out your face and rubbed your head in that same spot within the same motion.
“Thank you for letting me in”, he smiled, “I promise to my girl with all my heart that I won’t get sick”, he continued with exaggerated formality, fist held to his chest like a pledge of allegiance.
You gave something between a huff, whine and a grunt in response. If you really thought about it, you hated that he came, and your mind would spiral at the thought that he’d have to miss his plans if he got ill. At the same time, you’d selfishly pretty much never let him leave.
He smiled wider, his face only an inch from yours, his eyes full of love.
He brushed your temple twice before a reminder shot through his brain.
“Oh right”. He pulled a thermometer from his back pocket.
You immediately groaned at the sight and pouted a little. You could feel the cold poke in your mouth already.
Felix gave a sympathetic pout back, “open up… please angel?”, he asked politely.
You gave a grunt before doing as he said. He held it there for a few minutes before it beeped, looking at the reading instantly but with a gaze that, at the same time, didn’t want to know.
He gave a frown with his eyes and mouth. You didn’t say anything; you could’ve told him you were ill without that thing in your mouth.
Felix sighed before feeling your forehead, “… oh my baby”
He gave another brush of your forehead with his thumb before leaving a kiss on your cheek and got up to go to the bathroom, lips still downturned.
“Angel cake”, Felix chimed after some time, his frown now disappeared.
You opened your eyes to the bathroom door being slightly ajar, Felix messing with something and sliding through to the lounge.
“It's ready”, he chimed again.
You smiled at the seeming joy radiating off of him and managed to drag yourself up off the couch, and trudged towards the door. You kept your eyes half shut, as the light of the bathroom was still too invasive.
He met you at the door to the bathroom, and placed an exaggerated arm out blocking you from going in as you approached. You looked at him expressionless, but he was still more than happy to play his games. He gave a serious expression as he looked down at you.
“These are for my princess”, he said in that formal tone again, taking his left hand from behind his back and producing a bouquet of flowers.
Red roses. He was a soppy romantic.
You frowned at the flowers; you couldn’t believe he’d put this much effort in when it was 50/50 earlier whether you’d actually let him in the flat. You turned your face up at him and he responded to you with a beam and crescent eyes.
“Oh they’re beautiful sunshine I can’t beli–”
You inhaled twice dramatically, and sneezed right into the bouquet. Just great. You bolted your head up to meet Felix’s after a second of ringing in your ears, looking to him to apologise profusely.
Felix just smacked his hand other his mouth in restraint of a laugh. You still gave a pout anyways.
“Yeah… maybe these weren’t the best idea for someone who’s sick”, he chuckled, distancing you from the bouquet
“No I really love them though, I’m sorry”, you replied, clawing at his distant wrist to prove it.
He responded with another child-like laugh, scrunching his face, “it’s fine”, he said, shaking his head and placing the bouquet down.
“Your bath is ready anyways”.
He creaked the door fully open and the light shot into your eyes like a gun. You physically recoiled with a groan and covered your face with one of your hands.
“Oh I’m sorry cupcake”, he started, moving his body in front of you to block the light and holding your head between his hands, “how could I have been so careless”.
His eyes instantly began to search the room, and you rubbed your own, before he pinned something. He moved towards the centre of the lounge and switched the bathroom light off as he moved.
He collected three candles from the lounge, one of them a complete dustball on top of the shelf. He gave it a quick blow with pouted lips and tilted his head to say it’d do.
“You wait here”, he chimed in that childish voice again, kissing your cheek as he moved into the bathroom.
He lit the three candles equally across the room. The one that still smelt like dust he placed furthest from the bath. The room became illuminated at just the right level.
Felix opened the door again, extending his arm in an exaggerated welcome and a short bow. You stepped onto the cold tiles and saw the bath.
A bubble bath drawn high, the floral scent even breaking past your flu. Rose petals scattered in a heart shape. And a tiny yellow duck in a sailor’s hat bobbing in the middle.
“The duck… really?”, you started
“Really.” He responded instantly, with a playful seriousness.
You looked back at the bath, “hm… it’s cute”, you uttered as he wiped his thumb across your cheek. You secretly had thought that all along.
“Well you stay there for as long as you need ok? I’ll just be in the kitchen so shout me if you need anything, angel”, he said before kissing your cheek again.
You gave a short nod without looking at him before he began to move towards the door. And all of a sudden, despite the candles and the petals and your friend already swimming in the bath, it seemed too lonely.
“Wait Lixie”, you said, turning around. Felix met your gaze with listening eyes, his eyebrows high.
“... can you um… maybe help me in… please”
You were slightly embarrassed to ask, and didn’t really know why. But the thought of lifting your leg that high put a sting in the side of your head.
Felix stuttered for a second, eyes maybe… nervous?, before responding with complete certainty,
“Yeah of course princess, if you’re sure”
You nodded briefly with a smile and he returned one too.
“Thank you”, you said quietly.
You turned towards the bath and dropped the heavy blanket off your shoulders. You forgot how cold it was just standing in your pajamas being this ill and shivered almost immediately.
You looked behind you at the ball the blanket made on the floor, and looked up to Felix, who already had his back half-turned, hand shading his eyes.
“Tell me when you’re done ok”
You smiled at him, “Hmh, sure”
He didn’t really have to turn his back like that, but after a few seconds you did appreciate the privacy. You were shivering and still hunched after all.
“Ok I’m ready”, you said from the edge of the bath.
Felix stepped over, still not looking at you fully.
“Ok”, he started, taking your hands from behind and helping you up, only looking where he needed to. You dragged your leg up into the bath, but was instantly rewarded, the warm silky water already ridding any of the knots in your calf.
“There we go, alright?”, he said as he lowered you gently into the tub. He held the back of your head to lower it down onto the headrest he’d placed at the end of the bath. You were covered up to your neck, and Felix gave a wide smile.
“Thank you sunshine”, you said earnestly, “sorry for being such a baby”, you muttered under your breath.
“Hey don’t be silly”, he protested, a menacing grin growing over his face, “you’re my baby not a baby”
You tilted your head with wide eyes in sheer disbelief of what you’d just heard. He broke into the loudest laugh you’d heard all evening.
“Please never say that again”, you said
Felix recovered from his laugh (eventually), reaching down to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your left ear,
“No promises”, he said, habitually licking his lips into smile
A moment of silence passed in the room. You closed your eyes and finally thought you’d reached tranquility, after all the headaches and the sneezing. The bath warmed your body through to the bone, you thought you’d never leave if you could.
“Hey”, Felix interrupted the silence, “should I go? Leave you to some peace”
You looked at the bottom of the bath and that silly looking rubber duck, and bit your lip.
“Can you stay please?”, you asked from a downturned gaze. His expression melted at the way you looked at him.
“Are you sure princess? I want you to rest…”
“I think I’ll rest better with you here”, you responded, maybe slightly embarrassed at your own honesty, looking away from him whilst you spoke and making circles with your fingers in the water.
“Alright then”, he said with a partially relieved expression, half thinking you were way too cute.
Felix went to pull up a stool at the side of the bath and you relaxed further into the encompassing water, flowing slightly above your chin.
For a few minutes, there was the most comfortable silence you’d ever had. Just being able to sit together and finally, actually, unwind.
A few minutes more, and Felix’s voice prettily interrupted the quiet,
“Head massage maybe?”, he floated.
You looked up at him for a second without responding, seeing the genuineness in his eyes.
“You’re too kind to me”, you responded
He tilted his head and looked back at you, as if to say you already knew his response.
“You know I’d do anything for my girl”. Maybe 10% offended that you hadn’t considered that.
He gave a quick kiss of your forehead before moving to sit behind you.
“You just relax alright?”, he said as he placed his delicate fingers gently on your scalp.
He started by gathering your hair, which was a mess falling over the tub. It wasn't your biggest concern given how your throat, nose and head felt. Still, he gathered it and brushed it in his hands gently, so it was nicely placed just over the tub, between his legs.
Once he’d brushed your hair and patted it lightly into a neat line, he parted his fingers and dug them far into your scalp.
It was still a soft touch, but with a power behind it, all across your skull. Your breath hitched at the feeling as you sunk into his touch like a cat, and you tried to restrain a groan. You were slightly unsuccessful, and a faint noise left your lips.
He didn't say anything about it, and began to make soft but purposeful rubs across the whole top of your head.
You didn't know how long you laid there, absorbed in the water and his touch. At one point, you almost drifted off to sleep,
“Woah don’t fall asleep”, Felix cautioned, cupping your chin to keep you up and looking down at you from above, “we don’t want a problem in the bath”.
You thought he was right, but you still hated it. You just groaned from below and creaked your eyes open.
“Hmmm… maybe I ought to get up then”, you croaked.
“Maybe”, he said gently, brushing your hair and leaving a kiss on your lips from above,
“Your fingers are slightly… prunish”, he said, biting his lip and making eye contact with your left hand out the tub
You looked at your shrivelled fingers, “eh… worth it”, you chuckled.
You shifted your arms high to try and steady your hands on either side of the tub. You thought you had just the right position and angle, but began to visibly shake once you put any amount of body weight on them.
Felix moved his hands to shadow your arms with a slightly worried face, before you sighed and sunk back into the bath, defeated and annoyed you were really this weak. What type of illness made you so weak you couldn’t lift yourself?
“Do you need help getting out, angel?”
He asked so kindly, with an awareness you were irritated by your own body, you could barely be mad at the suggestion.
“... yeah”, you sighed, rubbing your face.
Felix moved round to the side of the bath, sat on the edge of the bath and offered both his palms with an empathetic beam.
“Don’t worry, you’ll regain your strength soon”
You sighed into a smile, your lips clamped shut, and took his hands. He was probably the only one with still some optimism left.
He lifted you effortlessly out of the bath, your eyes slightly wide at how little effort you had to put in.
“Thanks…”, you offered, still a little embarrassed you couldn’t do it alone.
“Don’t worry about it”, Felix smiled, brushing a spec of foam off your cheek, “you dry off and I’ll have something prepared for you when you’re done ok?”
You remembered those red fingers and heavy plastic bags. How much stuff had he really bought? You hoped he didn’t look in your cupboards or fridge, as there was certainly nothing there and it might’ve exposed the fact you’d not eaten properly in days. You tried not to start calculating how much he spent on you, from the roses and now this.
“I meant it when I said you too good–”
“Shhh”, he placed a delicate finger on your lips before kissing that exact same area, allowing it to linger before moving towards the door.
He opened the door with the tiniest of creaks, and slid through the gap, not wanting the light of the lounge to disturb you either.
You happily stood in the slightly steamed room with a towel wrapped around your torso. You just stood existing, hearing the faint movements of Felix in the next room, for about 15 minutes before thinking you should move. You moved for the door handle and prepared your eyes for more light.
When you creaked the door, there was no difference. You opened it fully to see Felix having turned on one or two lamps, but nothing more. You saw him working by the kitchen in almost pitch black, reading something with the torch on his phone.
You looked at him from the door and sighed with a tilted head. He was really an angel for you.
“Hey”, he said, almost offended, turning to see you and covering something with his hand. Not that you could see it in this light.
“This is a secret until you’re dressed”. He stuck his tongue out at you and went back to his phone.
You gave a huff back at him and he responded the same as you moved to your bedroom.
You turned on the light to see some clothes laid out neatly on the bed in an order.
Fluffy sweatpants on the left, and one of Felix’s jumpers on the right. The fluffy grey one with a bear that you always told him he was so adorable wearing. Of course, you sniffed it and it smelled just like him.
You dried yourself off gently and flung the towel into a corner. Your head still pounded and you could feel your nose blocking again. You shivered once more as you looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. This had been way too long to be ill and at this point, you were just mad about it.
You huffed a third time, and went to dress yourself. The sweatpants were baggy enough they didn’t really touch you but still kept you warm, which was a relief.
The jumper was way more than oversized on you. It was already oversized on Felix, but it almost covered your kneecaps. You rolled up the sleeves in ruffles so your hands were actually visible, and giggled slightly at the state of you.
You clicked open the door and Felix looked your way. You wiped your nose with a tissue and said nothing as you looked down at the mini dress of a jumper, a laugh restrained behind your grin.
“Hey”, he started, as he walked over to you. His soft expression, checking you were ok, turned to a slight laugh, before turning again into a pout as he reached you.
“You look so cuddly though”, he confessed, rubbing both your arms with his cupped hands.
“I look a bit silly”, you said looking down at the brown bear on your front. You looked back up to Felix who was still pouting, looking like he wanted to grab you and not let go.
“But I think it’s lovely”, you concluded with a beam. You couldn’t disparage anything that he seemed to like this much.
He smiled back at you and leaned in to leave a kiss on your lips, cupping your cheeks in his hands.
Once he pulled away, you looked at his slightly red ears, and an unfortunate thought shot through your brain.
“Mhm”, he said, brushing your head, looking at you like he was enchanted.
“Maybe uhh… for your own health…”. His gaze turned into a puppy dog expression and you almost couldn’t finish your sentence.
“Maybe you shouldn’t kiss me today”.
You looked down once you finished, and his movements stopped too. It was the last thing you wanted to say but your logical brain had been screaming at you ever since he slid past you at the flat door.
You eventually looked up at Felix, not anticipating his response. His eyes were wider, slowly moving around the floor. You saw a gulp take over his adam’s apple too.
“Uhh… yeah sure… right”, he said a lot quieter, blinking one or two too many times.
“Hey…?”, you said with a chuckle in disbelief, “I only mean for your own health…”
He shut his eyes and shook his head. As if he was telling himself he was stupid for being sad at the idea of stopping for just one day.
You raised your hand to cup his cheek and tried to catch his eye.
“... if you want to kiss me at your own risk I’d love that too”. Your logical brain couldn’t believe you back-tracked that quickly.
His puppy eyes met yours once you said that, now tainted with caution. You restrained a giggle at how unbelievably cute he was. His wide brown eyes and doughy cheeks trying to figure you out.
“... can I please still kiss you?”, he asked softly, hanging on to your every word.
“Of course you can, my prince”, you replied, grabbing his chin and speaking like it was so fucking obvious. I mean it was.
“Just don’t make me responsible for any of the consequences”, you joked with a playful shake of his chin.
“I don’t care about any of that”, he said with a brief head shake before cupping the back of your neck and placing tiny kisses across your lips, as if he almost lost them forever. He moved to the corners of your lips and you let out a tiny giggle at the feeling.
“I know you don’t”, you replied, still giggling, taking his head in your hands and shifting your face to the side so you could speak. He just kept kissing your cheek and neck.
“That’s why you’re here”.
“That reminds me”, Felix said, his lips eventually leaving your skin after a few minutes more. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love his peppering kisses, giving you the most attention humanly possible.
“Come with me”, he said, leading you by the hand.
He led you to the couch, where a heavy blanket laid folded neatly on the edge. He’d put on your favourite show, but turned the volume right down.
“I’ll be right back”, he said, leaving you to get comfortable, the bear jumper feeling like a blanket in itself. The gentle flicker of the TV and the dull-lit room was just perfect. You sighed and collapsed into the couch.
Felix approached the couch from behind with a “hehe” and placed a wooden tray on the coffee table. It had two large steaming mugs with a yellowey liquid, and a pretty arrangement of circular flat biscuits.
“It’s honey lemon tea, so drink up alright?”
He really was trying everything to make you feel better.
He produced a hot water bottle with a fluffy cover of a bear, arms, head and all. He offered it with a polite innocent smile and you looked back at him with a pout, unable to believe how thoughtful he was, and how cute the bottle cover was too.
“Thank you sunshine, I love you”, you said quietly, taking the bear and hugging it to your stomach tightly. Somehow, it kind of already smelled like him.
He moved to your left and sat down with a sigh, “I love you too princess”, he said as he reached his arm over the top of your back to pull you into a side hug.
You collapsed into his solid warm body, head sinking into his shoulder already. He kissed you on the top of your head before he spoke again.
“Is that head of yours feeling any better? Even 1%...?”
He took out the dreaded thermometer again. He responded a sheepish grin after you shot him a look to say he ruined the vibe already.
“It’s a little better, my forehead still stings though”, you confessed, rubbing your forehead with your finger ends. At the same time, you thought it’d get at least 2% better if you just stayed sat here all night.
He took the thermometer out himself. Still high, but he didn’t tell you how high, like he was keeping tabs of scientific secrets. He just gave a bite of his lip and set it aside.
“Have you eaten much recently?”
Fucks sake. Why did he have to pivot to that. You just ended up shying your face away from his ever so slightly to the right, and remained quiet. You’d never lie to him, which put you in the worst situation possible.
“Angel?”, he asked again, very much expecting a response. This time you just looked down. Cheeks turning rosy and ears flaring straight up red.
“Princess, when was the last time you ate a full meal”, he asked in a lower, more serious tone, the concern audible.
You raised your feet to the couch and hugged your knees, resting your chin on your kneecaps, still covered by the jumper. Felix straightened up, looking directly at you, and sat on the edge of the couch. His hand was placed at the top of your back and you just stared into space.
“Like a few days ago”, you muttered, hoping he wouldn’t hear somehow.
It was a combination of not being hungry and not having the energy to make anything, nevermind go shopping. Your illness had hit you at just the wrong time, and you’d mostly just snacked when you needed to for the last 2-3 days.
You’d hoped he wouldn’t notice, but in hindsight it was a futile wish. He always knew everything.
“That’s not healthy, angel pie”, Felix whined with a furrowed brow and wide eyes, his hand squeezing yours to get your attention.
He gave it a second and was unsuccessful, immediately moving to cup your cheek with his hand to manually grab your attention. You looked at him with silence and sorrowful eyes.
“You need to eat full meals, especially when you’re ill… for your energy”, he continued.
The concern drawn across his face was devastating. From his eyebrows to his eyes and even his lips.
“I’m sorry”, you uttered sincerely, barely able to keep eye contact. The apology was solely for Felix, and not at all for your body.
He tilted his head for a second, reading your apologetic sorrowful eyes before enveloping your head in a hug.
“Oh baby, no wonder you’re so tired”
“I’m sorry”, you uttered again, and he just responded by leaving a long kiss on the top of your head. His way of saying it was going to be ok.
He only gave a second before speaking again.
“I’m going to go make you something more substantial”, he concluded, already moving to get up and replace himself on the couch with the blanket.
“Can’t you stay here for a bit?”. You protested his warmth leaving your side.
He shook his head gently, “I’ll be back soon alright?”. He unfolded the blanket and placed it gently over your knees, the worry still not leaving his brow.
Just as he began to step away towards the kitchen again, you took his hands with the fingertips of yours.
“... I’m not super hungry though, Lixie”, you muttered honestly, looking up at him. It was part of the reason you hadn’t been eating. There was no reason too when your body felt nothing but the pounding in your head.
He looked at you with an intersection of worry and like you were crazy. He took a deep breath and was probably about to protest that last comment, but you pulled on his fingers and spoke first.
“I’m serious baby, I’ve not been feeling hungry with this headache going on”, you explained through a bit of a whine of your own.
You needed him to understand and not think you were trying to pass him off. He’d found out everything now so there was no point being anything else other than completely open.
He stopped himself, clamped his lips shut and shut his eyes. He looked like he shut up a different voice in his head. After a second, he crouched down to meet your level, and sighed before opening his eyes.
“I’ll make you something small”, he revised, acceptance in his gaze. A hand moved to massage the side of your head like a magnet.
“But tell me you’ll try to eat it… please?”
You nodded lightly, and his expression relaxed almost instantly. He kissed the other side of your cheek near your lips and wiped that same spot with his thumb.
He gave 2 more rubs of your head before moving to the kitchen.
By the time he came back, you were laying your head on the arm of the couch. Felix gave you a quick poke of the cheek to tell you he was there. He had a habit of moving quietly, but just making enough noise to tell you he was still there.
You turned to look at him and he gave a soft smile from above you, holding a plate. He looked so cuddly himself. His fluffy golden hair, a little messy from the rain, a graphic tee and an old zip up that covered his hands in the cutest way. You’d only just realised he’d changed out of his wet clothes.
You moved yourself into a sit with a grunt. That stinging was still definitely there. You sneezed too, and Felix just offered an empathetic pout.
Once you’d stopped being a mess, Felix crouched down in front of you with the plate, shifting the hair out your face with a grin before placing it lightly on your lap.
“It’s nothing special… but it should give you some more energy”
You looked at the plate. Eggs and toast.
“And if you can’t eat it don’t worry about it ok?”, he said, still curling his fingers round your ear.
“Thank you sunshine, it looks yummy”. It kinda did look good now you were actually looking at real sustenance.
“But where did you pull these ingredients from?”. Certainly not your fridge.
Felix looked down a second and smiled, his cheeks turning slightly rosy. He messed with his right ear as he spoke, trying to dispel the redness there too.
“Let’s just say I came fully prepared…”.
His eyes made it to yours eventually from a downturned gaze.
“Well now I’m scared what else is in those bags”, you joked, and he kissed your cheek before sitting down next to you again.
You looked back at the plate, and then back at him on your left side. He’d really gone above and beyond to make an effort for you. He was already zoned out watching the show on the TV, lips and freckles prettily illuminated.
You managed to finish most of the meal over about half an hour, making an extra effort for him. Although still, he wasn’t watching you and didn’t say anything when you still left half the egg untouched and placed the plate on the coffee table.
“Oh you did eat most of it, I’m glad”, he said, kissing your cheek again and squeezing your hand. He reached for your mug of honey lemon tea.
“Perfect to have afterwards, don’t you think?”, he joked, and you happily took the mug in your hands, protecting your hands with the sleeves of the jumper.
The tea was actually perfect temperature, and Felix had waited for you to start before he had his too. You cuddled to him a little closer, resting your feet on the couch, head on his shoulder and your knees on his lap. He draped a lazy arm over your back to tuck you into him.
“Is it alright?”, he asked a bit too sincerely, given all he’d already done for you.
“Of course it is, it’s made by you”, you responded.
He looked at you and you just stared at the TV, fully aware of his gaze. He chuckled under his breath and nuzzled his head against yours in response.
“Why do you like this show so much anyways?”, he started. You’d noticed he had been more engaged in it than you thought he’d be.
“Umm… I don’t know I like medieval type stuff”, you began, trying to wrap your brain around why you actually watched the plotless show, “and the main character’s cute”.
“What, this guy?”, Felix asked, the character coming on screen just as you finished
“Yeah”, you sighed, “I don’t know, I think his fluffy hair is cute”.
Felix gave a prolonged second, “hm”.
You furrowed your brow and looked at him from the side. He focused still on the show with a gaze you couldn’t pin.
“I mean I don’t think he’s that cute”, he continued, completely serious. His cheeks were turning red now and you could absolutely pin that gaze.
You pinched his cheek to grab his attention, “jealous boy”, you said before resting your head back onto his shoulder.
After another few seconds of silence, he started again, “... you don’t think he’s cuter than me do you?”
“No Felix”, you said slightly louder, pinning him with your eyes as you spoke. Your tone telling him he was being stupid and to (lovingly) shut up,
“No one’s cuter than you”, you finished, tucking your body closer to him.
“Hm… that’s alright then”, he responded, before you both zoned out at the show again.
“Well I hope you’re not going to be mad at me when I tell you the next item on the agenda”, he started, reaching to his left as one episode ended and another automatically started.
He turned to you with doey eyes and a silenced smile before revealing what he had in his hand.
“What”, you asked, completely innocent and ignorant.
He sighed once and revealed the box. The medicine you hated so much. So fucking much. It was so strong and viscous you felt like throwing up every time. At this point, it just made you more ill. Felix thought it was painful but effective, you just thought it was painful.
“No Lixie”, you said in a whine, shocked that he wasn’t joking when he said it was something you’d hate.
“Pretty please princess it’ll make you feel better by tomorrow”, Felix pleaded, raising the box to his cheek as if the distraction of a pout would change your mind. It did for half a second but that was between you and God.
“No sunshine it’s awful I really can't, it's disgusting”, you protested further, placing your mug down on the table and hoping he’d remember the last time you took it when you’d gagged for about 5 minutes afterwards.
“It’s the only thing the pharmacy said could help something like this my love”, he pleaded with furrowed brow, moving the box towards you.
You hesitated at the fact he’d really gone to the pharmacy and asked for you. If he wasn’t trying to make you take that sewage water you thought you’d hug him and never let go.
“No Lixie”, you said with a definitive head shake after a millisecond of consideration, bringing your hand on top of the box to stop him.
He looked at you with that same look and considered something himself, and you just looked at him back the same way you had been.
“Please”, you said with a whine and a head tilt. It really was that awful to you.
He pressed his lips together and his brow turned to slight acceptance. You lifted your hand off the box.
“Alright”, he said quietly, setting the box aside. He turned back and cupped your cheek, rubbing a spot with his thumb, “I’m sorry”
You shook your head with a smile to say that wasn’t necessary, and reached round his shoulders to hug him.
“Thanks for listening to me, even when I’m wrong”, you said.
“That’s nonsense… my princess can’t be wrong”, he replied with a jokey voice, hugging you back. Although sometimes you really thought he believed that.
“Well I only have one more suggestion, one more thing on my list”, he said with a huff and a sigh, as if he was about to suggest a mountainous task.
He took the blanket off your knees to your grumble and scowl and moved to the other end of the couch with it. He held out his arms with a light smile already on his face.
“Maybe cuddles?”, he started, “... would make you feel better?”
You beamed almost immediately without a shred of shame, shifting over straight into his arms.
“C’mere you”, he said, enveloping you entirely in his arms and leaning back, happy he’d actually hit jackpot.
Your head nestled right where its home was, your ear just over his heart. He hugged you tight in his arms and threw the blanket over you perfectly in a swift draft.
“I was right, you know… my girl really is so cuddly in that jumper”, he muttered into the top of your head.
“Well you’re cuddly all the time”, you responded in a slight protest, making yourself comfortable, intertwined on top of him.
“Oh it’s a competition now is it?”, he asked, but you were already too drowsy to respond.
That was partially his own fault, as his hand had magnetted to your head already and was brushing your hair. Making circles around your ear and lazily running his thumb along the lines that hurt most.
You’d scowl at some of his touches as they hit the most sensitive parts, but he knew to just carry on the same. His warm body under yours and the faint beat of his heart under your ear nearly sent you straight to sleep. Every now and then, he’d gently rest his head on top of yours, and give you a brief kiss on the very top of your head, and you thought it was for that reason alone you didn’t drift off.
After about half an hour of further silence in the warmth, Felix’s arm under the blanket reached a little further under, reaching the end of your (his) jumper and coming up underneath it.
He gave a short and very slight rub of your bare lower back.
“Can I do this too, princess?”
“Yes please”, you responded in a hurried but sleepy mix, cancelling each other out.
He started to give soft rubs of your lower back with his fingertips, and wider more purposed strokes with his thumb. It was only then you realised how locked your back had become too. Although that may have been the positions you’d been sleeping in recently.
You tried not to physically respond to the feeling of his touch, and you were only unsuccessful in that once. He hit a nerve in your head and a knot in your back at the exact same time and your whole body flinched with a tiny squeal.
Felix took his hands away immediately, mouth slightly open with shock.
“Sorry, did I hit something?”, he asked, a little worried, stroking the front of your head and leaning round to try and meet your eye.
“No, it’s ok”, you mumbled into his chest.
He took his arms to gently hug your shoulders.
“Maybe I should stop for a second”, he said absentmindedly.
“No”, you responded determinedly, instantly bolting your head up and meeting his eyes as soon as you did.
His brown eyes turned wide but a hint of a smile grazed his lips too. Your eyes detached from his and just looked down at his chest. Your head moved with them, trying to shade your red blooming face.
He just smiled brighter and started to make the same loops over your ear again.
“Alright baby”, he simply said after a second, and moved his hand back to your lower back too, “I can carry on”.
You collapsed your head back into his chest at the failed hope he didn’t notice your response and he gave you a routine tight hug and kiss on the top of your head.
You must have fallen asleep, as you were awakened by the sound of the TV turning off, a sigh and a head stroke.
“We should get you to bed I think, cupcake”, he muttered into your ear, and you writhed on top of him in annoyance of the idea.
He gave a short laugh before moving you off of him and swiftly into a crouch in front of your face. You moaned, still with your eyes shut, and grabbed on to his sleeves with an iron grip.
“Don’t do this to me”, you protested.
“Do what, silly”, Felix laughed and kissed your chin and then cheek, before lifting you bridle style in his arms.
Your head was a little late, and swung back before reaching its spot resting on his right shoulder. You gave another groan at the snap feeling in your head.
“I wasn’t too quick was I, princess?”, he asked earnestly.
“No it’s fine, angel”, you said again, as if he could ever hurt you even on accident, “its just my head still hurts”
You would rub your head with your hands, but they were pre-occupied holding onto his other shoulder, so you just rubbed your head into his chest instead.
“You know I said the medicine would help with that”, Felix floated with a sensitive tone, before placing you down on the side of your bed.
He knelt in front of you as you dragged your eyes open and felt your ear between his fingers with an innocent gaze.
You looked at him in silence for a second and really realised you should probably take matters into your own hands. Toughen up. It had been a week of feeling like this and you were sick, literally.
“Maybe I can give it another go”, you muttered.
Felix’s smile was only slightly visible and he rubbed your cheek, brushing his hair back with his hand, “alrighty, I’ll go grab it”, he replied before getting up.
Once he was back in the doorway, you reached for the bottle in his hands but he just stood oblivious and poured a dollop of viscous brown liquid onto a spoon. He set the bottle aside and took your half-drunken tea in his other hand.
“You can wash it down with this after ok?”, he suggested, kneeling down again and presenting you with the spoon, eyes wide with a slight worry of anticipation.
“I think I’m gonna need something more than tea after this”, you coughed already smelling whatever was on the spoon.
“Well you can have all the cuddles you want”, he said, taking the spoon out your face and kneeling up to be level with you. He left three quick kisses on your lips before kneeling down again with a grin. It was an honest offer.
You gave him a neutral look, trying not to show that you thought that was an amazing idea, but the smile growing on his face told you he already knew.
You looked at the spoon as he presented it again with unintentioned doey eyes that you couldn’t deny. You gave a short nod before meeting his hand and opening your mouth. You meant to take the spoon from him but he did most of the heavy lifting. Once it was in your mouth, he directed the spoon up so you’d get most of the liquid off.
You gave a cough and immediately covered your mouth with a scorn. Felix flung the spoon away and rubbed your shoulder in one hand, back of your neck in the other. You weren’t looking but he had the most worrisome wide gaze, as if the medicine had offended you.
You gagged once before swallowing whole. You covered your mouth tighter and shook your head to dispel the aftermath.
“Oh that’s my good girl”, Felix said with a touch of surprise you’d actually done it. He reached for the tea immediately, brushing the side of your head with his other hand.
You took the tea in your shaking hands and gulped the rest down as quickly as you could. Water pricked your eyes in the rancid aftermath.
“I’d only ever do that for you”, you said in hatred of the medicine.
“I know angel, I’m sorry”, he said honestly, taking the mug from you the minute you’d finished. Those doey eyes still hadn’t faded and he gave you a warm tight hug, resting his chin on your shoulder.
You hugged him back to tell him you were (begrudgingly) grateful really, and tried to ignore the warmth of the fluid hitting your stomach. With his hug, that was fairly easy.
He detached from you after half a minute and held your shoulders before leaving a long kiss on your cheek and one on your lips too. As he finished, you saw him make a “mleh” with his lips and a discouraged face. You just shot a look at him and he broke eye contact immediately.
“Alright… maybe it is… disgusting”, he confessed, and you just giggled, bringing a grin to him too after a second of embarrassment.
“Sorry”, you offered, completely insincerely.
“But it's over now”, he said triumphantly, gripping your shoulders in both his hands, “now we can cuddle all night with no disturbances”, he said with the same joy you’d felt earlier, but tried to hide.
You gave a beam in response, and Felix couldn’t stop himself grabbing your cheeks and kissing you over and over, concluding with a longer kiss on your lips.
“Shall we wash up and maybe change clothes”, he asked, his hand still attached to the side of your head. You had to admit, at least that part of your head was tingling now rather than throbbing.
“No…”, you started in a mutter, “I want to stay in this”. You gave yourself a short hug of the jumper.
You were too tired to restrain any unfiltered feelings. It was the softest most comfortable thing you’d ever worn, and it smelt just like him, even if he was with you right now. His soft scent that reminded you of his warmth and his prettiest smile and freckles. His cuteness personified in that bear.
You just rubbed your arms slowly and looked up at him briefly. He gave a bright smile in response, eyes turning to crescents before moving his hand on top of your head to ruffle your hair.
“Alright cutie, you stay in that”, he said before brushing two fingers just under your chin, pure adoration filling his eyes
“But only for tonight”, he added as if he almost forgot.
“Can’t I keep it…?”, you whined slightly, gripping the jumper on your arms. You’d thought it was a given after the way he reacted when you’d appeared in it.
“Nope”, he said frankly but with a touch of playfulness, crouching down again to meet your face only a few inches away,
“Cause I want you to cuddle me in it too…”, he added, inspecting your lips with deep concentration before leaving a peck right there and moving straight for the bathroom.
You watched him for a second, a smile taking over the corners of your lips, and stepped quickly after him, linking your arm in his when you caught up to him.
You both brushed your teeth with the light off for your eyes. You told Felix you could deal with it for a few minutes but he was insistent. Felix kept the door open so you’d have at least some light. He attached his hand to your waist to ‘stop you from tripping on anything’, but you knew it was really just an excuse.
Felix changed into some loose shorts and a thin, old top of his. Granted you were sad he ditched the cuddly zip up, but his body was comfy enough for you by itself.
Once you finished up in the bathroom and opened the door fully, you already saw Felix bustling about somewhere. You gave him a confused look as you stepped within reaching distance of the bedroom door.
“Wait”, he said, extending that arm again, “just wait here a sec”.
He snuck into the bedroom, and after some light noise behind the door for a minute, opened the door with another short bow and extended arm.
The room was lit with one warm lamp. On your side of the bed, a new box of tissues, a tall glass of water, and neatly lain pain killers (just in case). The covers were drawn back, and there was an extra blanket folded neatly with them too.
The most devastating part was what was in the centre of the bed. Two matching bear-covered hot water bottles, warming the mattress.
You took the whole scene in, each aspect in turn. Your gaze turned soft and folded, your eyes wide and showing a light pout. You looked to Felix and he beamed.
“Ready to have the best sleep of your life, my love?”, he said, extending a hand to lead you to bed.
You took his hand but looked at the floor. Once you’d sat on the bed, something about you… still wouldn’t let you meet his gaze, even after he kissed your cheek and moved round to his side. Something ran rampant in your stomach.
You took the bear hot water bottle and looked at it. You didn’t know why, and you thought it was ridiculous really, but the muscles began to twist behind your eyes. You hugged the bottle and turned over to your back. The whole evening, and the smallest of small moments, flashed in your memory. Something, all of a sudden, was hitting you mentally like a truck.
Felix had climbed into bed and noticed your face as he did so. The beam showing moments ago faded over a few seconds into a face of concern. Your pout was now more than visible.
“What’s wrong, princess?”, he worried. You didn’t respond.
“Is the bottle not–”, he began to ask, placing a hand where you were hugging it, but you shifted it out of his reach and sat up slightly.
He took his hand back and sat on his feet, knees just touching your thigh. His eyes were wide with thoughts running through his brain.
“... Cupcake? Is there something–”. You shook your head hard. Him thinking it was something he’d done wrong was like daggers in your heart.
You didn’t, couldn’t, look at him as you spoke.
“You’ve done everything for me, Lixie”, you muttered into your arm as you hugged the bear tight.
He sat still as you spoke.
“And I’ve just been pathetic and moaned all day… I’ve done nothing”, you continued. Felix’s expression collapsed.
“... I don’t deserve you or any of this”.
You’d pinned the feeling, and your stomach calmed at the fact you got it off your chest. Your whole face was turned to the side to avoid his eye contact, and the muscles still twisted behind your eyes. You hoped he didn’t hear it, in a way, but it was what you’d felt. In a flurry of emotion all colliding at once. He’d done all this for you, and what had you given in return.
His lips flattened and his brow dropped. He tilted his head with a more serious expression, before sighing heavily and taking your chin between his index and thumb. The way he moved your head to meet his stern eyes, even despite your resistance, told you what you thought would happen.
“For all the times you’ve looked after me? You deserve to be looked after”, he started,
“For all the love and joy you’ve given me…?”
He was verbally throwing his arms in the air in frustration. He looked to the side before grabbing your face between his hands and edging centimetres closer.
“You deserve to be loved and cared for…”
“You really have no idea about any of that, do you?”, he asked, demanding a response but not wanting to hear one.
He sighed again and hung his head.
“Listen to me angel when I say you deserve all of this, and more”, he started again, he left it a second searching your eyes.
You nodded lightly in concession.
“Have you really heard me?”, he reconfirmed and you nodded more surely after a second. You’d change your mind on anything when he spoke to you like this, even if it had to break past your own level of self-worth.
He held your face and just breathed for a second, still undecided if he thought you had taken it in. You just looked at him back, silent with wide eyes of your own.
After too long, he finally conceded with a light smile, edged with sympathy.
“Never let me hear that again, ok?”
“Promise…?”, he asked. You began to nod again, his hands moving with your cheeks as you did.
“I’ll be upset if you do”, he concluded, a little to himself, breaking his gaze on you and with a tilt of his head.
Your eyes had wandered off, but bolted back to him at that sentence. You searched his face yourself this time, but he just responded with a polite, waiting smile.
He gave a slightly brighter smile in response, but still touched with that sad sympathy.
“Come here”, he said, covering you in a hug.
You hugged his torso tightly back in an apology itself.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it”, you said into his chest.
“It’s alright, princess”, he said with a pat of your head, to say it really was alright.
“Just let me care for you without feeling guilty, ok?”. He squeezed you tight and spoke into your arm.
You nodded again into his chest, “right”, you muttered.
You regretted saying anything to him, and you still couldn’t guarantee you wouldn’t feel a bit guilty, but you’d try. For him.
After a long moment in each other’s arms, he unravelled you from his hug, holding your shoulders with a tilted head.
“Shall we go to sleep?”, he offered with a smile. That normal, pretty smile back. Your heart calmed at the sight.
“Mhm”, you nodded once with closed eyes.
You moved to lay down, with a smile at the thought you’d actually be getting some good sleep (hopefully)... but he just stayed there still for a second. You stopped in your movements, confused between his words and actions. You were already half way down but he was in that same position, sitting on his feet. You shot him an inquisitive stare.
He gave a sheepish look in response, and an ever so slightly mischievous grin. He started speaking in a whisper, barely able to maintain eye contact.
“... can I get my kiss before we go to bed… please?”
You smiled like he was ridiculous, and he smiled back knowing your answer. How could you forget? Every night. He licked his lips and knocked a stray piece of hair out his face as you sat up.
You cupped his chin and shot him one last look before entwining your lips in his. He responded instantly, leaving brush strokes with his tongue across your own and cupping the base of your neck. You refused to let him lead and responded straight back to him, still half as an apology for earlier.
You broke apart and his face followed yours for a second. He was so obvious when he wanted more, but in fairness you did too. He looked up at you with shining eyes, lips still parted, and you returned with a wide smile, brushing a lock behind his ear.
He gave a content, soft smile before speaking.
“Come on then”, he sighed lightly and happily.
He brought the blankets over you and hugged you from behind, “sleep awaits”.
He switched the lamp off and reached his arm over again to anchor you to his body. You settled into him immediately.
“Is this comfy for you?”, he asked.
“Are you joking? I think I’m only ever comfortable here”, you retorted. The way his body cupped yours made the most comfy sofa seem like a row of knives.
“Hm”, he chuckled, “good, I’m glad then”. He left a final kiss on your cheek and then your neck.
“Goodnight princess, promise you’ll wake me if you need anything?”, he warned.
“Sure, my sunshine, goodnight”. You curled his hair in your fingers for one last second as you spoke.
Felix cuddled you tight, and you fell asleep within seconds.
To your own surprise, you woke not to the light in the room or the pottering of Felix in the other room, but the light brush of his index finger on your cheek.
“Wakey wakey, pretty angel”, he whispered in such a low tone you almost fell straight asleep again.
He gave a few more brushes of your cheek and curled your hair round your ear. You eventually managed to creak your eyes open. The light in the room meant there was no point keeping them shut, but at least today your head didn’t pound when you opened them.
You were met with a wide smile from Felix, looking at you with pure adoration in his illuminated brown eyes. His freckles were lit like beautiful sun marks from the light opposite him.
“Hi sunshine”, you groaned as he brushed your hair, “is it morning already?”
“Unfortunately princess”, he started, “but you don’t have to get up… I think I’d rather just watch you here to be honest”
That gaze of his, almost in awe of you. You felt your cheeks burn red after a second.
“You’re so so pretty when you’re sleepy you know that? I don’t know how to describe it without seeming crazy”, he confessed, edging slightly closer and continuing to brush your head in his hand.
“You can seem crazy to me all you want I’ll still take the compliment”, you admitted frankly, and he returned a short laugh.
You laid there with just him pampering you, and the occasional kiss, for the next 15 minutes at least. After too long, Felix gave a sigh and stopped his hand.
“Whenever you want to get up… I’ve burned some pancakes on your cooker”, he confessed
You gave a wide smile and a giggle, the light smell of burning reaching your nose finally.
“I should probably go and eat some… I can’t have them burnt and cold”
“Do you want some…? You don’t have to have any if you’re not hungry”, he asked with a tilted head, resuming his head pats. He was still thinking about what you’d said about your appetite yesterday.
A wide grin crept across your face all the way to your eyes and you nodded enthusiastically. Felix returned the same smile and grabbed your hand, instantly flinging you off the bed, and then up from your waist.
You wrapped your legs round his waist and clung onto his shoulders for dear life, dizzy from the split second movement, throwing you like an acrobat.
“Woah…”, you muttered, holding your head in one hand for a second.
“Oh… sorry”, he said earnestly with a giggle, rubbing the same patch you did, biting his lip and hoping he didn’t do too much damage.
“Hm… it’s ok”, you said after a second and leant in to hug his neck as he carried you to the kitchen.
He carried you effortlessly with one hand under you, humming along the way before placing you down on the couch with a kiss of your cheek.
“I’ll just plate them up”, he said with a concentration, and you watched his every movement in the kitchen. His adorable dedication to his burnt pancakes.
After a second you noticed the TV was on. Your same show, exactly from where you’d left it.
It was only a few seconds before Felix brought them over with a smile and set them down. Some were worse than others, but he kept the worse ones on his plate. Syrup and strawberries. His and your favourites.
You looked up at him with that same adoration he’d been giving you all yesterday and today. He returned with a crescent-eyed smile and sat himself down, kissing your other cheek.
“Are you feeling better at all… cupcake? Shall I take your temperature again?”, he played with your fingers as he asked. There was a noticeable tinge of worry to his question.
Thank god you were getting a bit better. You happily nodded, and turned to look at him.
“I am Lixie”, you started, “and no I don’t need my temperature”. You cupped his face and he stared deep into your eyes
“I’m feeling better just having you here”, you continued, “I’m so lucky to have you… and your burnt pancakes”.
You rested your head on his shoulder and cuddled into him as you finished. He left a long kiss on your forehead before speaking,
“Well then we’re both lucky…”
“And I’m so glad you’re feeling better… I love you so much, angel”.
Felix leaned back into the couch, allowing you to raise your legs over and attach yourself to him again. Neither of you really touched the pancakes; his lips and arms didn’t leave you all morning. The relief of what the morning brought was good enough for both of you.
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