Rating: K+
Words: 655
"No! I won't take them. They're gross!"
Dojo exhaled hard through his nose, scrounging up some patience from a rapidly depleting reservoir. He was standing by their bed with her medicine in the palm of one hand and a glass of water in the other while Iku, sitting in bed with most of her body covered in sheets, stubbornly refused to comply. "Iku," he tried patiently, "The doctor said you have to take these twice a day. I understand that they're gross, but it will make you feel better and keep you healthy." Iku pressed her mouth into a thin line, staring defiantly forward.
"No. I won't."
"How is it that you're somehow more childish than usual when you're sick," Dojo grumbled, clenching the fist holding her medicine in irritation. Iku flashed a glare in his direction.
"That was rude!"
"Come on, it'll be quick. Just take the meds and wash it down immediately, you won't even taste them," he tried again. Iku jutted her chin out at him in challenge, eyes flashing. Dojo released another sigh of frustration. Is this what pregnancy hormones are like? He was not looking forward to another 9 months of this. "That gesture was cute maybe when you were 6," he muttered, unable to contain the sarcastic remark.
"I don't care," Iku cut out churlishly.
"Iku." Dojo set the glass of water aside and leaned in close to her, lowering his voice to a dangerous growl. "I won't hold you down and force you to take these pills." If only because you're carrying our unborn child, he added silently. "You're going to take them yourself. Do you understand me?" In response, Iku turned her head away from him completely. Dojo's patience snapped in half. That does it.
Dojo threw the pills into his own mouth, startling Iku. She looked back up at him in shock. "Why did you just-?" Dojo cut her off, bowing swiftly and pressing his lips to hers. Iku went stiff with surprise until she felt his tongue on the seam of her lips, asking invitation. She yielded immediately without thinking, melting under his touch and allowing her eyes to slide closed as he gently slipped a hand into her hair. She could feel her heart skipping in her chest as Dojo's tongue met hers in a slow, sensual dance. All thoughts of her morning sickness and fights with him faded completely from her suddenly distracted mind, until-
She felt his tongue push the two small capsules into her mouth and withdraw immediately, pulling back completely and leaving a dumbfounded Iku with an open mouth full of vile-tasting prescribed medicine. Iku whined in protest, and Dojo quickly slapped a hand over her mouth before
she could spit them out.
"Swallow them, Iku," he ordered icily, holding Iku in place. Her eyes began to water with the effort of holding back a gag at the repulsive taste in her mouth. She made an effort to swallow, at first failing and coughing a few times against Dojo's hand, recollecting herself, and choking down the tablets on her second try. He lifted his hand from her mouth and Iku gasped for air, scrubbing the spittle and tears from her face self-consciously. She leaned back against the bedframe to catch her breath, exhausted from just that small endeavor. Dojo brushed his other hand tenderly over her forehead, pushing her hair back and resting his palm on her crown.
"I'm sorry." Iku stuck out her lower lip and averted her eyes. Using a kiss to force-feed her pills seemed underhanded to her, but she was too tired to bother pointing it out. "Thanks for your hard work." She didn't look up to check, but Iku could tell he was teasing her. She huffed, chagrined, but decided to let that go too. He was only doing what was best for her, and while she wouldn't admit it, Iku was grateful for it.