Cuddling sick!abby
Cuddling with Abby, and she’s engulfed in your arms.
Both legs tangled between one another, limbs loosely intertwined like you’ve done this a thousand times before.
You knew you shouldn’t be this close when she’s sick but her eyes were so soft, quietly pleading. And how could you say no to her? You never take these moments for granted. It took you to long to get her comfortable around you like this in the first place.
Her head rests peacefully on your chest, her breaths slow and even.Body heat from her fever diffuses between you, leaving a thin layer of sweat on your skin, but you don’t mind. Her flyaways stick gently to her forehead, .
With careful fingers, you undo her braid, letting her hair fall loose and free. Tenderly cradling her head in your hand, the other caressing her taut muscles, brushing the strands away from her face to see it in all its glory .
leaning down you press a gentle tender kiss to her temple witch causes her to shift, only slightly.
The world fades slowly after that. Her breathing, the soft weight of her against you, the stillness, it pulls you with her.
And soon, you also fall into rhythym of deep sleep yourself.
