Prompt #25: Tender

Warren/Freeze Girl

Rating: K+

Warning(s): None


He had let it slip that he found her cute when she was sick.

And of course his slip led to Layla's slip which let her in on his slip.

Lying on the couch in her fleece and crocheted cocoon she giggled wetly.

She didn't feel cute, she felt heavy and sleepy and positively docile.

Her thoughts were a lazy spiral, a list of drowsy wants where somehow Warren Peace took pity on her and decided to brush her hair or give her a bath or something equally girlish.

She could see someone through the lace curtain across the glass panels of her front door and with a sloppy roll onto to floor, hefting her cocoon around her shoulders she went to go let them in.

"I brought you soup."

"On a scale from one to ten how cute am I when I'm sick."

He blushed.

She giggled and coughed until her eyes and nose leaked and she had to wipe her face on her frosty the snowman pajamas.