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.
Giving her a glare I swallow the godawful tasting concoction. But only because spitting it out would seem incredibly childes. My eyes narrow when she calls me a 'good boy' on top of that. "That was nasty," I mutter, wiping a hand over my mouth. Whoever makes this kind of medication should be quartered in four and scattered in all wind directions.
By the time I look back at her, I freeze when I see that she's pulled off her tank top. What is this? I'm being bribed here aren't I? Oh she's being so unfair! Making sure to keep my eyes on her face I accept the damn bottle and drink just about half of it. God, that-that-that whatever it was really did taste horrible.
Giving her a stubborn look, I let out a sigh and follow her eyes toward the rest of what she pulled out of that bag. Oh, it’s going to be like that is it? No, I don't think so. I took the damn whatever the hell that was; I'm drawing the line there. Even if she *made* me take it. "It's just a cold, Buffy," I sniffled. "That...whatever that nasty crap was you just pushed into my mouth is sure to do the trick." Crossing my arms over my chest, I let my eyes dart to her breasts before they tick up to her face again.
“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.
Confusion hit me when she started to pull at my hand. What did she want not? I held onto it for a moment before letting her have her way. Oh, I must say, her way is much nicer. She put my hand on her beast and I swallowed hard. She was being entirely unfair. My hand moved a little with her as she suddenly swayed to the left. And for the first time, I had my hand on a woman’s breast, where the woman in question had put it herself, and I had *no* idea what I should do.
It wasn’t taking any capsules, that’s for certain.
Giving her another glare I pulled my hand away only to see her play really dirty. She undid her bikini top as well. Sighing, I closed my eyes again, removing my hand from her breast and crossing my arms. When I opened my eyes again with a deep sigh, she was right in front of me. “You’re not playing fair,” I felt the need to point out again. “It’s just a bloody cold, love. If you start taking medication for every little thing, they wont’ work when you really need them. Now I’ve taken that vile substance you’ve forced into me, isn’t that enough?”
Giving her a look, I raised my eyebrow and wondered if she had anything else in store. Such as moving that way. God. I sucked my breath in again, trying to ignore any stirring my body was trying to convey to me. She was not going to use her body to-to… Wait, maybe she was using my body with hers? Or she’s using my bodily… Christ, I’m getting a headache again. Or worse, whichever.
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.
But when she finally did come into my room, she started to clean. For a moment a small smile danced over my face when I realized I had probably found someone who was even more distressed by chaos of any nature then I was. They used to make fun of me for folding up my clothes at every occasion. Or cleaning and wanting everything neatly. Though, I had to admit that this trait had grown less and less after I’d gotten back from the hospital.
I looked up at her and swallowed hard, not really sure what I should say. “I was just….I…uh…” A coughing fit interrupted whatever I was going to say. Not that I had any idea what to say. I reached out for the bottle of water she had gotten me and carefully took a few sips.
“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” I said roughly when I had the coughing under control “You looked somewhat upset.”
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.
But when she finally did come into my room, she started to clean. For a moment a small smile danced over my face when I realized I had probably found someone who was even more distressed by chaos of any nature then I was. They used to make fun of me for folding up my clothes at every occasion. Or cleaning and wanting everything neatly. Though, I had to admit that this trait had grown less and less after I’d gotten back from the hospital.
I looked up at her and swallowed hard, not really sure what I should say. “I was just….I…uh…” A coughing fit interrupted whatever I was going to say. Not that I had any idea what to say. I reached out for the bottle of water she had gotten me and carefully took a few sips.
“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” I said roughly when I had the coughing under control “You looked somewhat upset.”
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.
Giving her a glare I swallow the godawful tasting concoction. But only because spitting it out would seem incredibly childes. My eyes narrow when she calls me a 'good boy' on top of that. "That was nasty," I mutter, wiping a hand over my mouth. Whoever makes this kind of medication should be quartered in four and scattered in all wind directions.
By the time I look back at her, I freeze when I see that she's pulled off her tank top. What is this? I'm being bribed here aren't I? Oh she's being so unfair! Making sure to keep my eyes on her face I accept the damn bottle and drink just about half of it. God, that-that-that whatever it was really did taste horrible.
Giving her a stubborn look, I let out a sigh and follow her eyes toward the rest of what she pulled out of that bag. Oh, it’s going to be like that is it? No, I don't think so. I took the damn whatever the hell that was; I'm drawing the line there. Even if she *made* me take it. "It's just a cold, Buffy," I sniffled. "That...whatever that nasty crap was you just pushed into my mouth is sure to do the trick." Crossing my arms over my chest, I let my eyes dart to her breasts before they tick up to her face again.
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Confusion hit me when she started to pull at my hand. What did she want not? I held onto it for a moment before letting her have her way. Oh, I must say, her way is much nicer. She put my hand on her beast and I swallowed hard. She was being entirely unfair. My hand moved a little with her as she suddenly swayed to the left. And for the first time, I had my hand on a woman’s breast, where the woman in question had put it herself, and I had *no* idea what I should do.
It wasn’t taking any capsules, that’s for certain.
Giving her another glare I pulled my hand away only to see her play really dirty. She undid her bikini top as well. Sighing, I closed my eyes again, removing my hand from her breast and crossing my arms. When I opened my eyes again with a deep sigh, she was right in front of me. “You’re not playing fair,” I felt the need to point out again. “It’s just a bloody cold, love. If you start taking medication for every little thing, they wont’ work when you really need them. Now I’ve taken that vile substance you’ve forced into me, isn’t that enough?”
Giving her a look, I raised my eyebrow and wondered if she had anything else in store. Such as moving that way. God. I sucked my breath in again, trying to ignore any stirring my body was trying to convey to me. She was not going to use her body to-to… Wait, maybe she was using my body with hers? Or she’s using my bodily… Christ, I’m getting a headache again. Or worse, whichever.
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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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But when she finally did come into my room, she started to clean. For a moment a small smile danced over my face when I realized I had probably found someone who was even more distressed by chaos of any nature then I was. They used to make fun of me for folding up my clothes at every occasion. Or cleaning and wanting everything neatly. Though, I had to admit that this trait had grown less and less after I’d gotten back from the hospital.
I looked up at her and swallowed hard, not really sure what I should say. “I was just….I…uh…” A coughing fit interrupted whatever I was going to say. Not that I had any idea what to say. I reached out for the bottle of water she had gotten me and carefully took a few sips.
“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” I said roughly when I had the coughing under control “You looked somewhat upset.”
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But when she finally did come into my room, she started to clean. For a moment a small smile danced over my face when I realized I had probably found someone who was even more distressed by chaos of any nature then I was. They used to make fun of me for folding up my clothes at every occasion. Or cleaning and wanting everything neatly. Though, I had to admit that this trait had grown less and less after I’d gotten back from the hospital.
I looked up at her and swallowed hard, not really sure what I should say. “I was just….I…uh…” A coughing fit interrupted whatever I was going to say. Not that I had any idea what to say. I reached out for the bottle of water she had gotten me and carefully took a few sips.
“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” I said roughly when I had the coughing under control “You looked somewhat upset.”
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