#fever?

[iammentallystable16]

Fifth cup of tea in two days. I am SICK.

[witxhykaite]

☕🍵🫖 a selection of warm teas to enjoy under blankets and heating pads

Xoxo

Thank u! I need some more tea, more something. I’m trying to avoid the emergency room tbh. I just want to go back to sleep

[renee-writer]

M.S.F. Chapter 12 Fever?

A bit explicit

The little cots do not allow for bedmates so Jamie and Claire push their beds close together so they can feel each other as they sleep. They drift off with their fingers touching.

She wakes sometime in the early hours of the morning with her head pounding. It sends a jolt of fear through her. Her hands reach out immediately towards Jamie.

“Jamie!” her whisper is urgent. He wakes immediately and turns towards her.

“Claire what?” he is also whispering, in deference to the others sleeping around them.

“My head. It is splitting.” He understands instantly. He sits up and reaches for the medical bag that is always by his side.

“Christ!” he mumbles as he reaches in and pulls out his thermometer. He could use the one that runs across her forehead but this is more accurate. Besides it gives them a few minutes. Much needed. For if she has a fever..

He can't even fathom it. The possibility of the woman he loves with all his heart, the woman who he will be taken back to Scotland with him, the woman he will marry; the thought that she might have this deadly disease~ no! He can't even handle the thought of it.

He holds tight to her hands and maintains eye contact with her as they wait. She clings to him steadying her breaths to his. He is only concerned with her. He doesn’t think about the fact he was also exposed. That if she has it, he does also. His heart and mind won't allow him to think of anything or anyone but her.

This love is unlike any he has ever known. Any he was even aware exists. The thought of losing it, losing her is unbearable.

“If, I will make sure you get the best care. I will see you through it. I wilna lose you!” he vows. The thermometer beeps and both their hearts jump. Any fever and she will be put in immediate isolation and transport arranged back to England for treatment. “I love you.” He says before he reaches for the thermometer that will predict her and their fate.

“Jamie, I love you. What~ do I have a fever?”

“No. Oh thank God. No. Just a bloody headache.”

She lets out a breath and slumps down as the adrenaline leaves her body. “Oh Jesus. Oh God. I was so…”

“Come here baby.” He has to hold her, feel her warm and alive against him. She slips over and he hangs halfway off the cot to allow her room but it is so worth it. “Grab a few deep breaths. There you go.” One of his hands comes up to massage her neck. She sighs and relaxes farther. “You know, I've a cure for headache. It works just about ever time.”

“Jamie, we can’t here. No room and not enough privacy.” She whispers back.

“Not for intercourse no. But,” he slips the covers over them and slips his other hand down her body, ghosting her breasts and skimming down to her lower belly and thighs. “To bring you to orgasm, I can do that.”

“Oh!” she breaths as he works his hand under her pants. He rubs over her knickers for a moment as her breath increases. “Shh baby. We needn't wake everyone.” His breath tickles her ear and , with the combo of his questing fingers, works on driving her over the edge.

His fingers slip her knickers aside and starts to work her in earnest. She turns her head, pressing it against his neck. She strains to keep quiet. His thumb and fingers are magic and pull her closer and closer. She is right on the edge when he slips a finger inside her. His finger thrust as his thumb strokes. It is enough.

“Ahhh!” she gasps against his neck.

“Claire, will you marry me?” He asks as she goes over.

“Wot?” She slowly comes back to herself. “What Jamie?”

“Will you marry me?” The question hangs in the air.

[black-lakritz-dragon]

ugh i feel sick...

[bruisesndcontusions]

“tired and sick something something rape jon walker” you’ve done it again another hit post on tumblr dot com

jon walker who is sick like a dog and crashing on the couch so he won’t get you sick but it’s been days and you miss his touch so much. “you don’t even have to do anything” you tell him while he tries to resist you getting into position, separating his legs with ease because he’s so sick and through copious amounts of cough syrup all he can do is complain and reject.

i’m going to hell. will i see you there? :3

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uguagguhagugh this is so hot.

is it crazy to say that it would be really fucking hot to feel him up//fuck him//eat him out while his entire body is drenched in sweat due to his fever..,.like ggodgdgogdodododddd when you're sick and just covered in your own filth and you dont wanna move? yeah thats the perfect time to fuck jon.

[onetruechromosome]

That annoying middle ground when you know you’re sick but you’re well enough to work and you don’t have really any symptoms of anything. But like, you don’t feel well.

[princessslea]

I got vaccinated this morning and the sideffects have reached me...