“Hot stuff, I think you’re being a little over-dramatic,” You stink eyed your boyfriend, having to plug your nose because he decided he wanted to use the Lysol as air freshener. Jason halted, setting the can down before walking over to you.
“Now, you sound stuffy, it’s getting worse.”
Groaning, you mustered enough strength to smack him in the shoulder. “I’m not, I was plugging my nose because you decided you wanted to paint the walls with the Lysol, you ninny!”
The big man ignored your dramatics. “Speaking of hot stuff, how’s the fever?” He tried placing a hand on your forehead, only for you to bat it away weakly.
“Jason, I’ll wring your neck if you don’t stop.”
“Y/N, don’t try to seduce me, you’re sick.”
“Huh, what?” You shook your head in confusion, brows furrowing as the action worsened your headache.
“No, it’s just a little cold.”
“Which wouldn’t have happened if you and the bird brains weren’t out playing in the snow yesterday without proper gear.“
“Yeah, yeah. Semantics.” You snuggled further into the blankets, Jason’s scent clung to it which had you letting out apleased rumble, followed by a bout of hacking coughs. making grabby hands for the little garbage can, he handed it to you before he stood up.
“You need more medicine, so I’m going to get you something to eat. What do you want that won’t end with you bringing it up?”
“Could I have some fruit?”
“Sure, sweetness.”
“Wait!” You called before he could leave and he turned to you, a questioning look on his face.
“Yeah?”
“Could you cut them into little cubes?”
“Of course.” Jason made to leave again, just stepped through the threshold of the bedroom door before he heard you calling for him once more.
“Yes?” His thick brows rose as he observed your sheepish look.
“Do you think you could get me some warm socks?”
“Uh,” His head tilted to the side, several locks of dark hair falling in his face. “I don’t see why not.“
You tried to thank him just as an onslaught of sneezes attacked you. Frowning a bit, Jason waved your ‘thanks’ off.
“No need to thank me, kid. You just rest up.”
Blowing your nose and then throwing the soiled tissue away, you replied, “Stop calling me kid, and will you hold me when you get back, I’m cold?”
“Gross, no. Icky Vicky.” He scoffed playfully before leaving to fulfill his sick significant other’s wishes.
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After feeding you the fruit and then bribing you to take your medicine, he had drawn you a bath and was sitting in a chair beside you as you laid in the tub, the heat of the water leaving a welcomed warmth on your skin.
“Are you coming in?” You asked, though you didn’t look over at him, opting to sink deeper in the scented water.
“No, kiddo.” Jason’s voice was genuinely apologetic; You naked, wet and covered in bubbles is one of his favorite sites, but he can’t risk catching anything. “Once again, you’re sick.
Stop trying to seduce me.”
“Normally, I never have to try too hard. One look and you would have been putty in my hands.” Smirking, you finally looked to him, catching his amused look.
“Oh?” He crossed his arms, deciding to humor you.
Shrugging, you began scrubbing your skin with a rag. “Yeah, this is kind of off putting.” You joked.
“When you’re all better, I’ll submit to you all you want.”
Your response was a wolfish grin. “Promise?”
“Yes, horndog.” He rolled his eyes as he settled back against the chair. “Hurry up and finish so you can rest.”
“Yes, Mister Red Hood, sir.” You gave him a mock salute, savoring the water’s heat as it slightly quelled your aching joints. Bruce had gotten one of those baths that lets you keep the bathwater warm for however long you need it to be.
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Back in bed, you’re trying to absorb Jason’s body heat as you’re currently freezing. The fruits made a reappearance and then you broke out into a cold sweat. Craving the feeling of your boyfriend’s skin and warmth, you wanted him close and he was ready to refuse until you gave him a sharp glare, a high pitched whine and then threatened to call Alfred. Blissfully pressed up against you, Jason was leaving lazy kisses on your face as his hand massaged your lower back.
“Thanks for taking care of me, Jason.” You hummed in gratitude, placing a sleepy kiss on his chin.
“In sickness and in health, remember?”
“I still think you would have looked great in a nurse’s outfit.”
Your boyfriend, being the charming gentleman that he is, pushed you off the bed.
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