Summary: You’re going through your period and Ethan messes up while trying to help ease the pain.
Word Count: 1,585
Warnings: None. Fluff (?) I don’t really know.
A/N: So, this is in fact a personal story. My ex-boyfriend and I actually shared this little moment and a week or so ago, the memory resurfaced and it had me smiling ear to ear, so I thought I’d do an imagine on it. I personally find it very adorable and hilarious, hope you guys too. For some reason, I can clearly imagine Ethan doing something of this sort with his other half, like I wouldn’t put it past him to do something like this. Don’t come at me! It’s just an opinion. Requests are open as is criticism and feedback. Hope you enjoy reading it! xx
Keeping your eyes shut as tight as you could, you turned over, the bed sheets tangling between your limbs as you felt the muscles of your stomach cramp. You couldn’t help the groan that escaped your lips as you felt the pain intensify, a discomfort so severe, you felt yourself curl up, knees pressed against your chest. Missing the warmth of your boyfriend next to you, your hand searched for him on the other side of the bed in the dark room. Realizing he wasn’t in the room or even in your shared apartment, you fumbled around until you found your phone, squinting as the glare of the phone splayed across your face.
Sighing, you read his message that flashed across the screen. He had slipped out once he was sure you were asleep to wrap up some chores and buy groceries. Groaning louder, you sat up, the pain making it difficult to even think straight. You looked at your phone again, calculating how long it would take for him to return. Every time your cycle started, the pain from having cramps handicapped you, leaving you a mess of hormones, mood swings, your body twisting into positions that would defy physics on any other given day. Somehow having your boyfriend around helped a bit. He would curl up behind you, his body emanating so much heat; you jokingly would call him your human heating bag. He would rock you in his arms, the gentle sway and warmth somehow soothing the thousand knives that would seemingly stab you from inside repeatedly, until you’d fall asleep. Usually, that would do the trick and you’d wake up feeling a bit better, if not exhausted and worn out. This time though, the pain had returned with a vengeance, perhaps because you had woken up abruptly, your body and mind so attuned to him, even subconsciously, you knew when he wasn’t around.
As another wave of pain hit you, you sat up, folding your legs under you. Clutching your stomach, you bent down, burying your head in the pillow. If someone were to see you now, they’d think you were praying. Failing to feel comfortable, you buried your head deeper into your pillow. You didn’t know how much time had passed since you decided on holding yourself in that stance before you heard the door unlock.
‘Ethan?’ you spoke out loud, hoping he’d be able to hear you, your voice giving away the hurt you were feeling.
Although he didn’t respond, you heard him take off his shoes before placing paper bags on the kitchen counter. Following the sound of his padded footsteps, you sensed the bedroom door opening and his fingers searching the light switch. Within seconds, light flooded the otherwise darkened room and you waited, expecting Ethan to come towards you and give you his customary peck on the cheek. Only he didn’t. Confused, you pulled your head out from under the pillow and turned to him, taken aback by the expression on his face.
‘Why in God’s name are you imitating a worm on the bed?’ he asked, his voice laced with humor, ridiculousness etched clear across his beautiful face.
Gritting your teeth, your mood cranky, you muttered, ‘I’m trying to find one goddamn position to feel comfortable in.’
‘Well, it doesn’t seem too comfortable,’ he quipped, raising an eyebrow that almost disappeared behind his hair, flopping over his forehead. You bit your lip, silently observing how badly he needed a haircut while your eyes narrowed, daring him to try your patience at this time. He knew better than to test you now unless he was foolish enough to want his head bitten off by you.
Throwing his hands up in surrender, he cautiously walked towards you. Rubbing your back with one hand, he placed the other on your arm as he leaned down, pressing his lips to your forehead. You closed your eyes in response, breathing heavily. Just having him back next to you seemed to have taken the pain down a notch and for the millionth time, you thanked your stars for having him in your life. How he stuck around you during this time was beyond you. He was so incredibly patient and loving, accommodating every need and demand of yours, quietly taking in every tantrum and mood swing you threw his way, even though he didn’t have to. He could simply walk out until you were human enough to be around, yet he was there, massaging you, running you hot baths, stocking the fridge with your favorite ice-cream, trying his best to make this time of the month, a little easier on you.
Giving up on trying to feel comfortable, you decided to try another position. Swinging your legs over and off the bed, you stood up, instantly regretting the decision. The pain seemed to come on even stronger with you upright. You felt Ethan’s eyes on you as you grabbed the edge of the mattress, spreading your legs apart as you hunched over. Gripping the sheets hard, you tried to focus on your knuckles that were slowly turning turned white from the tight grip, trying to to breathe through the agony as the muscles of your stomach contracted relentlessly.
‘Rock me?’ you whispered feebly, dropping your head down as you tried to hold yourself up. Instantly you felt Ethan’s arms on your waist, gently holding you against him as he swayed you, soft but steady. Soon, you had a rhythm going. One of your hands had let go of the sheets and had instead wrapped themselves around Ethan’s. You felt the pain slowly ebbing away, the swaying motion and Ethan’s other hand rubbing your side softly, easing away the intense discomfort that had been consuming you since morning.
Just as you were starting to relax, you felt Ethan shift behind you and you felt the direction of him rocking you change. All of a sudden, instead of being swayed from side to side, you felt yourself being moved back and forth. Aghast at the realization that quickly dawned on you, you swiveled in your place, turning to face Ethan, who looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
‘Wha- What are you doing?’ you hissed at him, even though you already knew the answer to that.
Spluttering and turning a dark shade of crimson, Ethan huffed and puffed, words evading him.
Astounded, eyes wide, your mouth opened and closed quietly before you asked, ‘Did you just start humping me?’
Throwing his hands up, Ethan stammered, ‘I couldn’t help it! It was instinctual, okay? I am used to that kind of oscillation than this one. I don’t know how it happened. One minute, it was side-to-side and then next, you know…’ he trailed off.
Stunned and speechless, you stared at your boyfriend who was turning redder by the minute.
Unable to do anything else, you bit your lip as you shook your head at him, incredulously.
‘How about I make you some soup?’ Ethan asked, shuffling his feet, trying hard to get himself out of this rather awkward situation.
Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply nodded, turning away from him to hide the laugh that was trying desperately to escape your lips as you climbed back into bed. Pulling the sheets over yourself, you hurriedly threw a pillow over your face to muffle the laugh you had been holding back as you heard Ethan opening and closing the cabinets in the kitchen.
You knew you should let him know you weren’t mad and that you had instead found his action, hilarious and endearing but the devil inside stopped you. No way were you letting him off so easy. You had found the perfect ammo to hold against him and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to wait for the right opportunity to cash it in.
Mischievously smiling to yourself, you wiggled under the sheets until you were comfortable as you waited for your adorably childish boyfriend to return with the soup, totally oblivious to your little plan, clueless about how entertained you were, instead, duped into thinking he had messed up big time.
Boy, was he in for a ride.