Luisa awoke to the feeling of hot flesh against her chest. Confused, she looked down to see Beca curled up into her, her head resting on her chest as she seemed to curl closer and closer to the blonde. “Beca?” The German asked, shaking the woman awake gently. The brunette stirred, and eventually looked up at icy blue eyes. “Are you alright? You are very hot.” Luisa asked worriedly, petting Beca’s soft brown hair soothingly.
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As Beca awoke, she felt her body ache and a pounding in her head. Every movement she made sent chills throughout her body, and not the good kind that she got every time Luisa touched her. “What?” Her voice was hoarse, and as soon as she spoke, her throat erupted into flames. A small cry of pain escaped her mouth, and Luisa, being the ever so worried girlfriend, instinctively wrapped her arms around the smaller woman.
“I zhink you may be sick, little Maus.” She cooed,
pressing her cheek to Beca’s forehead to feel her temperature. Beca
sighed in satisfaction as the coolness of the blonde’s skin calmed down
the burning of her own.
“You’re so soft…” Beca whined, wanting Luisa to never release her from her hold.
stay in bed. I vill get you somezhing to drink.” Luisa insisted,
kissing Beca’s forehead tenderly before tucking the Bella into bed and
exiting the room. A moment later, she returned with a warm bottle of
beer. Beca looked at the bottle in confusion, wrapping the blanket
around her tightly.
“I don’t think alcohol will make me
better this time.” She mused, a cough following suit. She shut her eyes
tight at the pain in her chest, groaning.
“Old German remedy.” Luisa smiled, sitting down next to Beca and taking the woman in her arms once more, so that Beca was cuddled into her lap, wrapped in blankets and Luisa’s warm arms. The blonde tasted the temperature of the beer to make sure it was suitable for her girlfriend, before handing it off to the small brunette, who slowly brought it to her lips and took a big sip. “Slowly. Be careful.” Luisa instructed, taking the bottle from the girl and setting it aside.
Beca allowed the alcohol to settle into her stomach and curled herself into the German, resting her head under her chin. “Aren’t you afraid you’re going to get sick?” She asked in a tiny voice, laced with exhaustion and illness.
Luisa chuckled lowly, rubbing her nose gently along Beca’s forehead. “I have zhe immune system of an alligator.” She replied, rocking Beca back and forth to ease her.
“Of course you do…” Beca whined, kissing the
skin of Luisa’s collarbone lightly. “Mmm…kiss me.” She asked quietly,
looking up at the blonde with a tired smile. The German shook her head
with a giggle.
“I zhink you need to get some sleep.” Luisa suggested, holding Beca closer to her and continuing to rock her girlfriend.
“But I want you to kiss meeeeeee.” Beca whined, straining her neck up connect their lips.
I kiss you, vill you go to sleep?” The DJ nodded her head as eagerly as
she could manage. Sighing, Luisa leaned down and sweetly connected
their lips. Beca, taken by the kiss and her sickness in general, felt
her eyelids get heavy as she melted into Luisa’s lips. As the blonde
pulled away, Beca’s head fell lightly onto her shoulder, and she was
soon fast asleep.
“Feel better, little Maus.” Luisa whispered, kissing Beca’s already slightly cooler forehead, and continuing to hold her as she leaned back into the pillows of their bed.