"Bed," Sansa says, calling out from beneath her pile of blankets. She's miserable and feels terrible so she's glad she has someone to keep her company. She pokes her head out and manages a weak smile for Jake. Jonquil takes this as her opportunity to flee down beneath the blankets and curls up alongside Sansa's body.
"Well let's get you comfortable, first." He leaned over. "I'm going to kiss your forehead. My sister did that to check my temperature when I was sick. That okay?"
Of course she could breathe, she wasn't blue. She was just congested like hell, and she was not the sweetest of patients, not with that slight whine.
Sansa nods a little. "You may kiss me any time you want to kiss me, Jake," she says. It sounds a little silly, as congested as she is, but the point remains.
"Jonquil has stayed close. I think that means I'm very warm."
"I would like that," Sansa says sweetly, giving him the tiniest of smiles. She's very tired and the idea of being cool and clean appeals to her. She pushes off the blanket, revealing her tank top and the panties that she wears here instead of small clothes and a shift.
He gulped at the sight of Sansa in her panties, trying to not physically react. Not cool dude, to pop a boner just because a girl, who's sick by the way, is in tiny pink panties. Fuck.
"It's not hard to be kind to you," He managed to say, his voice squeaky, before he turned to go to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a wet washcloth and a bowl of water. He set the bowl down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.
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"I can't breathe."
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Of course she could breathe, she wasn't blue. She was just congested like hell, and she was not the sweetest of patients, not with that slight whine.
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"Jonquil has stayed close. I think that means I'm very warm."
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"Yeah, you have a fever. I'm going to get a washcloth and cool you off a bit before you eat my soup."
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"I would like that," Sansa says sweetly, giving him the tiniest of smiles. She's very tired and the idea of being cool and clean appeals to her. She pushes off the blanket, revealing her tank top and the panties that she wears here instead of small clothes and a shift.
"You are so kind to me, Jake."
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"It's not hard to be kind to you," He managed to say, his voice squeaky, before he turned to go to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a wet washcloth and a bowl of water. He set the bowl down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.
"May I?"
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"You may," Sansa says, stretching a little. She feels horrible and her throat is scratchy but seeing him makes her smile.
"Thank you for coming, Jake."
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"Does that help?" He asked, voice a more normal tone.