4. Sick!fic
She groaned as she leaned her back against his tub, too miserable even to reach up to the cistern to hit the flush button. She was pretty sure there was nothing left to come up.
Being sick sucked.
Her lurching stomach was slowly calming itself. This should teach her for eating dodgy takeout from the styrofoam temple in her refrigerator. Seriously, before last night, how long was it since she'd been back to her own apartment for a meal?
She shifted her eyes from the harsh white glare of the ceiling, only to find her eyes drawn to Boba Fett, standing sentinel in the corner.
"What're you looking at?" she demanded weakly.
The front door of the loft slammed shut, echoing through the quiet.
"Beckett?" his voice rang out.
Calling back was going to take too much effort, so she settled for groaning again half heartedly. A moment later, his tall, broad figure loomed in the doorway.
"Sweetheart," he breathed, dropping to his knees beside her.
"Sick," she mumbled.
"I can see that," he replied, brushing her hair tenderly back from her forehead. "Think you can move?"
She hesitated before nodding. He got up, ran a wash cloth under cold water, and handed it to her so she could wipe her face and hands, before gently and slowly assisting her rise. He poured her a glass of water so she could rinse and spit, managing to swallow a small amount of liquid, while he flushed the evidence of her sickness away.
He gathered her up in his arms, swaying a little as she leaned into him, energy spent. Her head tucked under his chin, she soaked up the warmth and love he exuded as he surrounded her.
"Sorry I took so long. When you said in your text you were heading home because you were sick, I thought you meant your apartment, so I went there first," he murmured soothingly into her hair, his voice hypnotic and gentle.
She went stiff as the meaning of his words filtered into her befuddled brain. He kissed the crown of her head, smiling a little as he pulled away, began shuffling her out to the bedroom so he could tuck her in.
"It's ok, Kate. Home for me is where you are, too," he said, guiding her heavy limbs between the sinfully soft sheets.
Thoughts?