A/N: First attempt at a Doccubus fic. LOVE THEM. Hope you all enjoy, just a short little thing.
"You know, your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired." Lauren's voice was thick and muzzy with her sickness as Bo jerked the blanket up over her. Still, she turned over towards her, one hand crumpled beneath her face as she relaxed against the pillow, like the paw of a sleeping puppy. She blinked her sleepy eyes up at her, a smile turning up the very corners of her mouth.
"Okay, you did not just say that." Bo replied, smiling a little in spite of it all as she watched her. She reached over, lightly tucking some of her hair of her face. Her expression was lax, mouth left slightly open as she breathed through her sickness. She had seen Lauren in several different shades of vulnerable, and this was something new entirely – she couldn't help but be just a little fascinated. "My bedside manner is impeccable."
"Mmm, in more ways than one." Lauren said, turning her grinning expression into the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed red, but as Bo laid a cool hand against the back of her neck, she figured it had little to do with her temperature.
"Well, Doctor, it appears that you're running a fever." Bo said, relaxing back on her knees finally. "And as much as a little nookie would help me out in this sort of a pinch….I think good old fashion rest and fluids is what you need, am I right?"
Lauren's face crumpled in reluctance, and whatever momentary lapse in her judgment had occurred suddenly came to a screeching halt. "No, no, I'll be…I'll be fine." She attempted to push herself up, limbs shaking with the effort. "I have so much work to do, I'm not that sick."
"Don't make me succubus you." Bo chided, somewhat sternly, guiding her back down onto the couch. She wouldn't, really – unless she wanted her to, although that was an entirely different manner. As much as she enjoyed seeing this different side of Lauren, she hated seeing her in such discomfort. "You stay down there, or I swear to God, I will."
"No, you won't." Lauren's lazy smirk – even when she was sick – did things to her. Bo was momentarily silenced, and Lauren chuckled a little bit, reaching out weakly. Her fingertips brushed the tip of Bo's nose. "I suppose you're right, though…a little rest…wouldn't hurt." Her sentence was broken by a yawn, and she buried herself in the pillow.
"That's my girl." Bo said, smiling just a little as she leaned in, brushing her lips against her forehead. "I'm going to go make you some soup." She rose, after checking her temperature one more time, and tugging another blanket over her, tucking her in more fully.
"From a can?" Was Lauren's muffled reply, as she reached down, pulling the blankets up and tucking them under her chin. "I don't trust your cooking."
Bo laughed. "From a can."