Prompt: Kommissar gets sick - Beca cares for her until she is better.
Beca woke up to the sound of continuous coughing coming from the kitchen. It was obviously Kommissar, they were the only people in the flat. She sat up groggily and walked into the kitchen to be greeted with a red-faced Luisa, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“You okay?” She asked her girlfriend comfortingly.
Luisa coughed again before looking around and answering. “I’m fine, tiny maus. I think I’m just coming down with something.”
Beca walked towards her girlfriend, a sympathetic look on her face.
“Well how do you feel?” She asked.
“Just kind of run down and cold. I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.”
“Do you need anything?” Beca offered, rubbing her arm.
“No, thank you.” Luisa smiled weakly.
Though she looked very sick, she somehow still managed to look absolutely stunning. This annoyed and frustrated Beca a lot. She managed to look like the most stunning person on the planet, all the time. How is it even possible for somebody to look good after having a coughing fit? She was sure this was impossible but her girlfriend had obviously proved her wrong.
Beca put the back of her hand on Kommissar’s forehead, feeling to see if she had a temperature.
“You’re burning up, gorgeous. I think this calls for a movie day.” She smiled, excited. “You also need to take some aspirin or something.”
“Fine.” Luisa smiled at her caring girlfriend before walking to the medicine cabinet at the other side of the kitchen and getting some pills. She popped two out of the foil and took them with a small glass of cold water.
“Happy now?” She asked, amused and slightly in awe at how much Beca cared for her.
“Yes. Now you go and shower so you feel a bit better, and I’ll get the snacks, blankets and movies ready.” Beca grinned and leaned in for a peck on the lips.
“Uh, no. We don’t want you getting sick, do we now little maus?” Luisa said with her finger pressed against Beca’s lips, stopping them from making contact with hers. As much as she relished the feeling of Beca’s lips pressed upon hers, she really didn’t want her feeling like this, she felt awful.
She walked into the bathroom to shower and Beca set up where they were going to spend the day watching movies.
Movie days were the best kind of days for Beca. They really meant a lot to her because she could just spend the day relaxing on the couch with her girlfriend without any worries. She always managed to persuade Kommissar to watch some of her favourite chick-flicks, and although Kommissar had said many times that she couldn’t stand them, Beca could tell she secretly loved them as much as she did.
She couldn’t even comprehend the fact that she once hated movies. They were now her favourite thing, especially paired with the company of her beloved Luisa.
The pair were currently snuggled up on the couch watching Mean Girls 2. This was their fourth movie of the day and they were both embracing the quality time being spent together. They were both very fond of moments like this, just being able to sit and cuddle. No work to do, no stress, just cuddling.
Beca was slouched against the back of the couch whilst Luisa’s head was resting on her chest. She was using one of her hands to stroke the sick girl’s head, and the other one was gripped onto one of her soft hands. Luisa was using her spare hand to trace circles on Beca’s stomach.
“I love you.” Beca said, out of the blue.
“And I love you too, tiny maus.” Luisa replied as she looked up at her girlfriend through her long eyelashes.
“Please kiss me…” Beca pleaded. She couldn’t even go a day without kissing the blonde woman. She needed her lips on her own, now.
“I don’t want you catching this!” Luisa smirked, but before she could stop her Beca pressed her lips onto hers, and she didn’t even bother to push her away until their lips had been locked long enough for them both to be breathless.
“Now what did I say?” Kommissar joked, sitting up slightly. “I really don’t want you feeling like this maus.”
“But I can’t bear not kissing you…” Beca admitted. “I don’t care if I get ill, it’s better than to kisses.”
“Still.” Luisa said. She was very protective of her little maus, even in measly cases like this one. Sure, it was just a virus, but she still didn’t want to risk Beca catching it.
“Go take some more aspirin.” Beca laughed as she pushed her away. “Do you want some soup?”
“I haven’t lost my arms you know, I’m perfectly capable of making my own soup. But thank you.” Luisa smiled. She found it adorable when Beca was like this.
“Whatever you say.” Beca said, feeling colder because of the lack of warmth radiating from her girlfriend. “Now hurry up, I want more cuddles.”
“I’m being as fast as I can!” Luisa joked.
This was a good day, even if she did feel like utter crap.