bakerstreet | The Sick Day Meme

{No one quite does sick like a teenage boy does sick. He's clearly dying. Pity him.}

You're not dying, Stiles, [ she's just going to remind him as she presses a cool washcloth to his forehead. She shifts back onto her haunches before reaching for the bottled water. God, teenage boys can be so ridiculous sometimes.] But you do need to drink this.

You don't know that. I'm totally dying. That's what the flu is, Caroline. Influenza. People die from that. Oh god... the room's spinning.

The room is probably spinning because you keep moving your head back and forth like that. In a dramatic fashion. [ She rolls her eyes good-naturedly before she moves her hand behind the back of his head to hold it steady and to try to get him to sit up a bit.

She'll force feed that water to him if she has to.] You're not going to die. I won't let you. Now drink the water. Next comes soup. You're not allowed to be sick the whole time I'm visiting.

I do not.

[Maybe he had like, ten minutes ago, but it was hot and gross and he felt like his head was trying to split in two and he could feel the sweat pooling before he started shivering again.]

What're you gonna do? Scold the reaper? 'Sorry, Grim dude, but I came all the way here and you totally cant kill him. Maybe next week.'

[He was being contrary and not drinking the water. Screw the water. Yeah, that's right. You heard him.]

Remember who I am? I'm Caroline Forbes. I get what I want. [ She can feel the sweat along the back of his neck, obviously the fever is in full force and she knows that he just needs to ride it out. And well, she's beaten the grim reaper a time or two.]

I have my ways. Now drink. [ Playful suggestions over now, Stiles. She's going to tilt his head up gently and the bottle down towards his lips.] Or you'll get dehydrated.

You'll get dehydrated.

[That didn't even make sense, but he let her lift his head, feeling like a wuss and sort of hating that he was sick on one of the few times she came out to visit him. He took a sip, throat aching and making him wince before he drew back.]

M'sorry I'm sick.

Yes, I'm sure I will. [ Whatever you say, Stiles. And when he finally took that sip, she moved to press a kiss to his temple, just a brief one.]

Its okay. You can't help it. [ She was just glad she didn't get sick anymore herself. She was just a little bit miserable that he got sick while she was here, it wasn't as though she was here all the time. Sure, she could compel herself a free trip back and forth but that was flashy and risky.]

Just let me take care of you and stop being so stubborn to make it up to me.

But what if you get sick? What if it's the plague? What if my toes fall off?

[All perfectly logical things to be afraid of at the moment in Stiles-land.]

I have a very good immune system. [ you know, the undead sort.] Its just the flu. [ She moves the cool compress a little further down his forehead.] And if your toes fall off, I'll still love you. [ Pause.

Her eyes widen a bit when she realized she just dropped the love bomb without really meaning to. Whoops. Maybe the fever will prevent him from comprehending.

He needs to be the one who tells her first after all... So she changes the subject with lightning speed!] Do you want your soup now? Or should I just let you sleep? Maybe I should just let you sleep.

Mm, that feels good.

[The cloth was nice. Nice and cool. Nice and cool and Caroline.]

Not hungry. Throat hurts.

[He frowned at her, because he'd missed something. He shouldn't have, but he had. What had he missed? He'd missed her. It was nice she was here. He wished she could stay.

Some of that might have been murmured aloud.]

[ When he said it felt good, she moved to dab his forehead with the washcloth a few more times, a little relieved that he'd missed what she said, that much was clear. She needed him to be the one to say it first because... well, she's kind of a coward like that. Afraid of losing him or something.

Either way, she glosses over it and smiles softly.] I'm not leaving anytime soon, okay? [ At the end of the week.] I'm here. I promise. [ Even if she wished she could stay too.] What can I do to help you?

Make it go away?

[Because she could do that, right? She could just boss the germs into getting lost and letting him enjoy the fact that she was there. His dad almost hadn't gone to work that day, but she'd somehow convinced him that she'd be there to take care of him and she'd call him if anything changed.

She was the super convincer, so she could make the germs leave, right? Right.]

[ Technically, she could do that very thing. Banish the germs. All of them. But it would also mean the end of his life and she didn't like that idea one bit. He needs to be able to grow old and marry some sweet girl and have lots of babies to be a great father to.

He'd just have to get over the flu. She smiles softly before shaking her head.] You're going to have to face it, sadly. But I'm here to take care of you while you do. [ She'd promised his dad as much and Sheriff Stilinski trusted that no craziness was going to happen considering Stiles was a useless lump in bed this morning.

At least she didn't have to go back to a motel later, she'd been upgraded to downstairs couch status by Stiles's dad the last time she was here.]

[Which also meant that there were a lot more surprise visits with the door suddenly being opened when his dad knew she was here, but she always seemed to know they were coming ahead of time and they hadn't been busted. Yet.]

But... Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare...

[There was so much teenage woe in that name, drawn out and tossed into the universe.

He'd hate himself for it later.]

[ The perks of being a vampire: the hearing. Of course, she planned on letting them get caught once just so it wasn't totally suspicious that she could hear it every time the sheriff came home. For now, there was definitely not anything happening except for whining.]

I'm not magic. You have the flu, you need rest and meds and water. You've had two out of three plus some TLC from me. [ He gets a soft kiss on his cheek this time.] You'll be fine.

But I don't wanna be sick. I want to be naked and getting sweaty from all the seeeeeeeeeex.

[Yes, more whining. Wasn't he just the man of your dreams, Caroline?]

M'gonna miss out on naked hotness because of this stupid flu.

[ Sick Stiles, you're ridiculous. And you're lucky that Caroline finds it sort of charming. Okay, not charming, more... adorable. Laughing, she shakes her head.] I don't want you to be sick either. I'd rather be rolling around with you. But you might make a fast recovery. And I don't mind having the flu when I get home.

[ But just to be clear...] For now, you just need to relax and rest. [ No sex until you're feeling better, Stiles.] And when you're better, naked hotness can happen.

[Hear that? That was a groan as he fell back on the bed, legs and arms splayed as he pushed the blanket off.

Because now he was too hot.]

This suuuuuuucks. Worst timing ever. Couldn't I get sick next week?

[ She pulls her hand from behind his head as he pushes the blanket off, moving to help pull them down a bit. Oh, the joys of sickness, being hot one moment then cold the next. She does not miss it at all. ]

Do you want me to leave and come back next week? [ It wasn't happening.] It's okay, Stiles. We can still hang out, watch movies. Just not naked hangouts. Or very many cuddles.

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But... I've been thinking about you forever. Do you know how many times I jerked off last week thinking of you?

[TMI, Stiles. Shut up.]

I remember the last time you were here and how the first like, two hours was just me going down on you. I wanted to do that again. See if I could break my record. I love going down on you.

No, I don't. [ She probably didn't actually need the answer as she reached up to pull the cold cloth from his forehead, brushing his hair back a little as she gave him a tiny smile. Okay, so maybe she liked the idea that he was so excited for her visit, it was flattering to know that someone thought she was that hot, that someone liked being with her that much.

After refolding the cloth, she put it back, cold side down, on his forehead. However his words made her laugh a little, heat rising in her cheeks as she thought about that. Yeah, she was pretty sure she came at least five times that time. He was very good with his mouth, that oral fixation of his. And he was very good at listening to her when she bossed him around about what felt good and what she needed.

She hadn't been able to stand right for a few hours after that.] I love you going down on me too. Trust me. I'm just as bummed as you are. But this isn't the last I'll be here. And we've still got time.

You don't know that. What if I'm dead next time you come out?

[A viable possibility, considering how crazy everything kept getting around him. Werewolves and darachs and kitsune and demon foxes and hunters and... and... everything was conspiring to kill him.]

Then I'll never get to see you again. That would suck.

Like I said, I'm not going to let you die. Stop thinking so morbidly. [ She didn't want him to. Not when her life was so morbid, he was the normal part. She just didn't know how not-normal his life was.]

You're just sick. And if you get better soon, we can have sex. [ She leans over him a little to whisper into his ear.] And the sooner you get better, the sooner we can have Jeep sex. [ there, there's an enticement. It was a place they hadn't had sex and well, with his teenage libido and hers plus her vampiric urges, they've had a lot of sex, in more than just his bed.]

Jeep sex?

[That had him focusing his bleary gaze on her, giving her a puppy look.]

Can we do that even if I'm not all the way well? Because I really want that. My jeep needs some love.

The Sick Day Meme

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

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