Author note: Hi! I'm here again with a short sequel to my first story "Cold".
Hope you enjoy it and please leave a review.
I have another one shot i just have to translate and then I'll publish it. Unfortunately I was never able to write a multi-chapter even if I would have really liked it. I'll keep trying though and maybe I'll post it one day...
Thanks to the guest who reviewed my first story, I appreciated your words a lot
-Come on, Reese!- the man prayed her once more.
-No- she answered between her clenched teeth, only opening her mouth a minimum.
-But I prepared it with all my love!- he tried, doing his puppy eyes, a sight that usually Teresa couldn't stand, giving up.
-I don't want it! I don't like soups- she said determinately, resolute to not eat what he cooked.
-You haven't tried it yet! How can you say that you don't like it?- he asked matter-of-factly, irritating the woman.
-DO. NOT. TREAT. ME. LIKE. A. CHILD. JANE.- she said slowly, trying to be menacing, and failing, given her adorably tousled state and her red little nose.
-But you're behaving just like a child... Teresa, this is just a soup. It will help you to heal. Please...-
She shook her head.
-Shall I do the airplane?- he asked with a smile.
-Don't you dare or I will shoot you.- she threatened.
-Yeah, right, you don't have the force to stand up and now you have the force to aim at me and pull the trigger?- he scoffed her, smiling sweetly.
-Jane...-
-Okay, okay, I'll stop it, but... please, try it.-
-I don't want it.-
-Alright. Then I'll go.- he said resigned, standing up.
-Where?- asked her, worried that he would return to his "home".
-In the living room. I'll watch some TV or a movie or maybe I will read something, I don't know yet.-
-Oh, okay.-
Patrick kissed her and Theresa could finally taste the soup on his lips.
"It's really tasty" the agent thought, kissing him back.
After that, he exited the room, leaving a spoon and the soup on her nightstand, hoping that she would eat it eventually.
The woman, after some minutes, grabbed the bowl and finished her lunch, falling asleep with a full belly.
When Patrick headed back to the bedroom to check on how she was feeling, he found her soundly asleep and, watching the empty bowl, he smiled.
-Little stubborn child.- he murmured softly and sweetly, amused.
He laid on her bed and his Theresa, sensing his presence, put her head on his chest, sighing and purring a bit while the man played with her hair falling in Morpheo's arms after some minutes.
They slept in each other's embrace during all the afternoon and nothing disturbed that moment full of love.