Thirty Kisses Theme 18 - Say Ahh...
"Okay, say ahh…" Yuugao murmured, holding the thermometer loosely in her left hand and a bowl of steaming soup in the other. Hayate lay prone in their bed, the covers pulled up to his chin and a cloth over his brow, more color than usual in his cheeks due to his fever. He had taken sick a few days before and had been confined to the bed for the better part of that time. Apparently a nasty virus was floating about, and Hayate's immune system, already weakened by his chronic illness, had been an easy target.
"Is this really necessary?" Hayate asked, his voice hoarse from coughing. Yuugao smiled and popped the thermometer in his mouth as he spoke. ANBU skills and reflexes had many practical uses. Hayate rolled his eyes a little and positioned the medical instrument under his tongue as Yuugao sat down on the edge of the bed holding the hot soup in her lap and counting down. When the time had run up she removed the thermometer and shook it, eyeing the red bar in the middle of the clear glass tube.
"Hmm… looks like it's still over a hundred. You have to stay in bed for a while yet." She smiled a little as she said it, putting the soup bowl down on the end table and helping Hayate prop himself up for lunch. She fluffed the pillows absently, smiling all the while.
"Looks like you're enjoying yourself." Hayate said with a small smile, reaching over to grab his soup and beginning to devour it, albeit in a delicate manner. Yuugao couldn't help but smile a little broader as she hopped over to the other side of the bed and sat down beside Hayate, stretching her legs out.
"Well, why not? Think about it, how long has it been since we've had this much time together?" Yuugao said, counting Hayate's sick days off on her right hand. Hayate paused long enough to swallow his lunch before answering.
"We had that whole week where we blew off our sick days last year and went to the beach, remember?" He nodded and continued eating, obviously hungry. The woman beside him laughed a little, reaching over to grab a napkin and snatch a noodle from Hayate's shirt.
"I meant this year." The man made a little 'oh' noise in between swallowing his soup. Yuugao laughed again, situating herself a little closer to Hayate and resting her head on his shoulder. A few more moments went by in comfortable silence until he finally finished his lunch and sat the empty bowl back on the end table.
"You know, you're going to catch whatever I have if it's airborne, right?" Yuugao leaned over to plant a light kiss on her lover's cheek, smiling all the while.
"It means more time together, so why not?" She asked, only to be met with a smile from Hayate.
"Does this mean I can have another bowl of soup?"
