"Fine ..." I said and just shook my head before walking toward the door. He didn't need anything, nope, he didn't, but he couldn't talk and he kept on wiping snot everywhere. Yep, when I got back? Those clothes were so going in the washer. Giving him another look, I walked out of the warehouse and back to my jeep. He needed something. Quick. Some cold medicine, some vapor rub stuff and a sleeping pill. Tomorrow when he woke up, he'd be fine and then this would all be over
( ... )
Oh dear, I got the ‘fine’ again. That’s never good. When a woman says ‘fine’ it usually means you’re in a lot of trouble. Can’t imagine what I’ve done wrong though. She can’t be upset because of the damn cold can she? What good will it to do to take medication for something so simple? When you really need it later, it won’t work. Much like most painkillers aren’t working for me now. Thank you so much medical world
( ... )
To say that she was confusing me would be an understatement. Because well, she was confusing me. She's being very mysterious and part of me is rather afraid of that. I don't like not being in control of anything. I don't like surprises. I've had more then enough 'surprises' in my life, so I doubt anyone can fault me if I'm a little bit weary
( ... )
"I'm not sick," I protested, "it's just a cold, Buffy." Then there was more gasping. Because damn the woman knew just how to move in all the right ways. Or wrong ways, depending on ones point of view. A shiver of a completely different variety went through me when she bit my stomach and then slid my jeans down. What was she doing
( ... )
The moment I opened my mouth to say something, she pushed the spoon inside. Oh my good bloody god! That tastes horrible! That was so unfair, I have no words. She's playing hardball and since I can't see it coming I had no defense. I'm going to have to be on my guard from now one
( ... )
“I didn’t have a bad mood,” I protested. “Not until a certain half naked someone cheated and forced some really nasty tasting concoction into me.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I narrowed my eyes at her. And I was not pouting. That was what she did. I did not pout. It was undignified for a man to pout. So clearly I wasn’t pouting. Even tough my bottom lip seems to be sticking out. Quickly pressing my lips into a thin line, I let out a sight and gave her a suspicious look
( ... )
One moment she was cheating and the next I noticed something flash over her face. I frowned at the look, wondering what that was about. Was she feeling guilty now? She shouldn't, not really. Not about something that's just an automatism on my part. Even though I know I'm right about the getting immune part.
Then she covers up her beasts and there's such a sad look on her face I just want to hold her and kiss it off. If I didn't have a cold that is. Can Slayers even get colds? You'd think I'd know that, being a watcher. But they weren't exactly giving lessons on how to keep your Slayer healthy at the Academy. She was just a tool, a weapon. Stupid old farts.
I was about to argue with her about the medication, but she was off me so fast, I didn't have the time. My eyes fluttered closed when she kissed my cheek and by the time I opened them again she was already gone to...wherever it was she went. Oh, right. Downstairs. "Buffy?" I called out quietly, sniffling a bit.
I should have just done it, that would have gotten him to take his medicine ... that or well, made us do other things, but still. Now I'm thinking about what I could have couldn't have done and in the end? I didn't have the guts to do it. I can't say that I'll do it next time cause I'm hoping there isn't a next time when we're in that situation like that.
Making my way downstairs, I started cleaning up his already clean place, but I mean, I could find something. He needed his rest and I didn't want to bother him and all that, but then I heard him calling me.
Biting my lip, I turned around and looked up the stairs before putting down the newpaper that I had picked up and I started making my way upstairs.
When I got there, I saw him sitting up, and I stopped at the foot of the bed.
"Yeah?" I asked and looked around the room. Oh! There's something out of place, oh right, his clothes. Picking them up, I bunched them in my hands and watched them. "I'm gonna go throw this in the wash ... what'd you want?"
It took her some time to get back to my room, which made me worry. Was she really angry at me? Just for not taking the medication for the cold? I couldn’t imagine that, not for such a simple thing. Still, it felt as though I had somehow disappointed her and I didn’t like that feeling. I didn’t like Buffy being upset or sad, or disappointed or angry at me
( ... )
It took her some time to get back to my room, which made me worry. Was she really angry at me? Just for not taking the medication for the cold? I couldn’t imagine that, not for such a simple thing. Still, it felt as though I had somehow disappointed her and I didn’t like that feeling. I didn’t like Buffy being upset or sad, or disappointed or angry at me
( ... )
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Then she covers up her beasts and there's such a sad look on her face I just want to hold her and kiss it off. If I didn't have a cold that is. Can Slayers even get colds? You'd think I'd know that, being a watcher. But they weren't exactly giving lessons on how to keep your Slayer healthy at the Academy. She was just a tool, a weapon. Stupid old farts.
I was about to argue with her about the medication, but she was off me so fast, I didn't have the time. My eyes fluttered closed when she kissed my cheek and by the time I opened them again she was already gone to...wherever it was she went. Oh, right. Downstairs. "Buffy?" I called out quietly, sniffling a bit.
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Making my way downstairs, I started cleaning up his already clean place, but I mean, I could find something. He needed his rest and I didn't want to bother him and all that, but then I heard him calling me.
Biting my lip, I turned around and looked up the stairs before putting down the newpaper that I had picked up and I started making my way upstairs.
When I got there, I saw him sitting up, and I stopped at the foot of the bed.
"Yeah?" I asked and looked around the room. Oh! There's something out of place, oh right, his clothes. Picking them up, I bunched them in my hands and watched them. "I'm gonna go throw this in the wash ... what'd you want?"
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