Situations and Circumstances Chapter Two
Title: Situations and Circumstances
Fandom: Covert Affairs
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Pairings (if applicable) Annie/Auggie
Character(s) (if applicable) Annie, Auggie,
Summary: That's all our life is, you know, the situations an circumstances we find ourselves in. "100 Situations" Challenge. "Flu": She wouldn't admit that he had warned her, that sleeping next to a flu-ridden Auggie would likely result in an infected Annie as well. She hadn't cared much, and ignored his forewarning, curling up to him anyways - screw the consequences.
Notes: Sequel to "Disease".
"Don't say it," Annie growled, unmoving from her current position.
"Okay," Auggie responded, a smirk playing his lips, "But, I did."
"I told you not to say it," she muttered.
"And I won't," he clarified, "But, I did warn you, you know."
She scoffed and pinned him with a glare he couldn't see, "That's just the same as saying 'I told you so', you know."
"C'mon, Annie," he spoke softly, rubbing her back gently, "Being sick isn't all that bad."
Currently, they were in bed - Auggie's bed, to be specific, and neither of them had any intention of moving. It was Saturday, and they didn't have to work, and Annie was willing to face Danielle's wrath on not coming back after her date.
She wouldn't admit that he had warned her, that sleeping next to a flu-ridden Auggie would likely result in an infected Annie as well. She hadn't cared much, and ignored his forewarning, curling up to him anyways - screw the consequences.
It wasn't until Auggie awoke to a series of poorly stifled sneezes that he realized that she had too had gotten infected.
"Well," Annie murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as he gently rubbed her back, "It's not too bad when you do that."
He smiled at her unconcealed trembling of her voice, and lied back down, his head resting comfortably on the feather pillow, and pulled her down to him, conveniently ignoring her sharp intake of breath and shuffled her around until she was comfortably resting on his chest.
When she spoke, her hot breath hit his neck where her face was buried. "So," she murmured, "Is this what we're gonna do all day?"
"Well," he answered, his lithe fingers trailing up and down her back, "The way I see it, since we're both infected, we're really doing civilization a favor by staying in bed."
Annie sat up again, raising an eyebrow, "Really, Auggie?" she extended her hand, "C'mon, we're getting up."
Pulling them out of bed, Annie shakily extended a foot on the bed. She hadn't taken into equation the fact that she was deathly susceptible to nausea, and that having recently caught the flu could easily unbalance her.
When she placed her second foot on the floor, her knees wobbled and she managed to collapse under her own weight, grateful that Auggie was there to catch her.
Lifting her up bridal style, Auggie placed her gently back on the bed. Reaching up to kiss her forehead, Auggie nuzzled the side of her face and murmured, "Just stay, Annie. You're too sick to move."
Ignoring her half-hearted protest, he stepped out of the bedroom and padded his way into the kitchen, pausing briefly in the living room to find the god-given solace that was called Ibuprofen.
xXx
When he came back to the half-awake Annie, he was carrying spiced tea, toast, the bottle of Ibuprofen, and a wet towel.
"Hey," she murmured, looking at him through her eyelashes.
Entering the bed through the opposite side, he gingerly placed the tray on her lap. She scanned quickly at the objects he had brought in, stopping to frown at the wet towel.
As if sensing her confusion, he crawled closer to Annie, while she unconsciously moved towards him. Cupping her face, he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"That's what I thought - you've got a fever," he spoke with a cringe. His fingers danced, searching for the towel. Upon finding it, he placed it carefully on her.
"That's how you tell if you have a fever?" she asked, curling into his warmth.
"It's what my mom did," he shrugged, "Anyways, there's tea and toast for the nausea, and Ibuprofen for the headache."
She frowned, "How could you know I had a headache?"
He smirked, "You forget, Annie. I'm clairvoyant, especially when it comes to you."
She shrugged, "You know, as crazy sick as I am right now, that might actually make sense."
xXx
She was finally asleep, and he would bet that she hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, as he did when he was sick.
He had already placed the tray and the towel back into the kitchen, and was making to reenter the bed when he heard a persistent ringing tone. Finding Annie's purse, he rummaged in it, trying to find her phone before it woke her.
Opening the flip phone to mute it, he realized that he had accidentally answered it.
"Annie? Annie, are you there?" a woman spoke on the other line.
"Hello? Who is this?" Auggie questioned.
"Huh? This is Danielle; I'm Annie's sister. Who's this?" Danielle spoke.
"Oh hi, Danielle. This is Auggie; I'm a co-worker of Annie's, and she's been taking care of me since I got sick, but she apparently got sick as well."
"Huh." Danielle took a moment to think, "You know what? Don't tell her I called. I've got a feeling she's gonna have more fun there, than here."
And with that she hung up.
Fandom: Covert Affairs
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Pairings (if applicable) Annie/Auggie
Character(s) (if applicable) Annie, Auggie,
Summary: That's all our life is, you know, the situations an circumstances we find ourselves in. "100 Situations" Challenge. "Flu": She wouldn't admit that he had warned her, that sleeping next to a flu-ridden Auggie would likely result in an infected Annie as well. She hadn't cared much, and ignored his forewarning, curling up to him anyways - screw the consequences.
Notes: Sequel to "Disease".
"Don't say it," Annie growled, unmoving from her current position.
"Okay," Auggie responded, a smirk playing his lips, "But, I did."
"I told you not to say it," she muttered.
"And I won't," he clarified, "But, I did warn you, you know."
She scoffed and pinned him with a glare he couldn't see, "That's just the same as saying 'I told you so', you know."
"C'mon, Annie," he spoke softly, rubbing her back gently, "Being sick isn't all that bad."
Currently, they were in bed - Auggie's bed, to be specific, and neither of them had any intention of moving. It was Saturday, and they didn't have to work, and Annie was willing to face Danielle's wrath on not coming back after her date.
She wouldn't admit that he had warned her, that sleeping next to a flu-ridden Auggie would likely result in an infected Annie as well. She hadn't cared much, and ignored his forewarning, curling up to him anyways - screw the consequences.
It wasn't until Auggie awoke to a series of poorly stifled sneezes that he realized that she had too had gotten infected.
"Well," Annie murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as he gently rubbed her back, "It's not too bad when you do that."
He smiled at her unconcealed trembling of her voice, and lied back down, his head resting comfortably on the feather pillow, and pulled her down to him, conveniently ignoring her sharp intake of breath and shuffled her around until she was comfortably resting on his chest.
When she spoke, her hot breath hit his neck where her face was buried. "So," she murmured, "Is this what we're gonna do all day?"
"Well," he answered, his lithe fingers trailing up and down her back, "The way I see it, since we're both infected, we're really doing civilization a favor by staying in bed."
Annie sat up again, raising an eyebrow, "Really, Auggie?" she extended her hand, "C'mon, we're getting up."
Pulling them out of bed, Annie shakily extended a foot on the bed. She hadn't taken into equation the fact that she was deathly susceptible to nausea, and that having recently caught the flu could easily unbalance her.
When she placed her second foot on the floor, her knees wobbled and she managed to collapse under her own weight, grateful that Auggie was there to catch her.
Lifting her up bridal style, Auggie placed her gently back on the bed. Reaching up to kiss her forehead, Auggie nuzzled the side of her face and murmured, "Just stay, Annie. You're too sick to move."
Ignoring her half-hearted protest, he stepped out of the bedroom and padded his way into the kitchen, pausing briefly in the living room to find the god-given solace that was called Ibuprofen.
xXx
When he came back to the half-awake Annie, he was carrying spiced tea, toast, the bottle of Ibuprofen, and a wet towel.
"Hey," she murmured, looking at him through her eyelashes.
Entering the bed through the opposite side, he gingerly placed the tray on her lap. She scanned quickly at the objects he had brought in, stopping to frown at the wet towel.
As if sensing her confusion, he crawled closer to Annie, while she unconsciously moved towards him. Cupping her face, he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"That's what I thought - you've got a fever," he spoke with a cringe. His fingers danced, searching for the towel. Upon finding it, he placed it carefully on her.
"That's how you tell if you have a fever?" she asked, curling into his warmth.
"It's what my mom did," he shrugged, "Anyways, there's tea and toast for the nausea, and Ibuprofen for the headache."
She frowned, "How could you know I had a headache?"
He smirked, "You forget, Annie. I'm clairvoyant, especially when it comes to you."
She shrugged, "You know, as crazy sick as I am right now, that might actually make sense."
xXx
She was finally asleep, and he would bet that she hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, as he did when he was sick.
He had already placed the tray and the towel back into the kitchen, and was making to reenter the bed when he heard a persistent ringing tone. Finding Annie's purse, he rummaged in it, trying to find her phone before it woke her.
Opening the flip phone to mute it, he realized that he had accidentally answered it.
"Annie? Annie, are you there?" a woman spoke on the other line.
"Hello? Who is this?" Auggie questioned.
"Huh? This is Danielle; I'm Annie's sister. Who's this?" Danielle spoke.
"Oh hi, Danielle. This is Auggie; I'm a co-worker of Annie's, and she's been taking care of me since I got sick, but she apparently got sick as well."
"Huh." Danielle took a moment to think, "You know what? Don't tell her I called. I've got a feeling she's gonna have more fun there, than here."
And with that she hung up.