Ruh Roh (One on One)

"How did the flower crown go?" he asked, lying against the headboard and pulling her close, running his fingers through her hair slowly.

 

"That's good. We can dry it out and preserve it, if you want."

 

He rubbed her back slowly.

"Did you take the painkillers?"

 

“They weren’t supposed to be tasty,” he said, standing up and heading to the drawers.

“Can you change into a pair of pajamas, Tez?” he asked gently. “I won’t look.”

 

“Trust me, my love. You’ll feel better in the morning. I’m going to go get a washcloth.”

 

He went into the kitchen, returning to the bedroom a few moments later with a washcloth, damp with warm water.

 

He sighed, but gave her a smile, slipping back into bed next to her. He leaned up against the pillows and patted his collarbone.

"Put your head here, alright?"

 

“There we go,” he said, his voice quiet and loving. He began to gently clean her face with the washcloth, tracing her features slowly.

 

He hummed gently, his low voice vibrating in his chest as he worked.

 

He set down the washcloth and soon followed.