AN/ BUMPER 3 in one chapter again to make up for lack of regular updates. Borrowed a little something from Dreamsinliliac hope she don't mind (get well soon) and a big big thank you to PrincessSammi for reading through it and checking etc :D

At her words, Imogen suddenly grinned. For a moment she looked her normal reassured sunny healthy self; and she all but sprung on the dazzled witch, to try and steal a kiss. ..

Or tried to anyway. Wether she was going a full smooch or been to pepper Constance's face in little kisses didn't matter. Constance intercepted it, a quick finger 'shushing' the non-witches lips! Just.

"Ah-ah-ah, What did I Say?!" Constance scolded, pushing Imogen back onto her pillows. But Imogen just sneezed twice, laughed and sat right back up. Then on the witches lap, wrapping her arms around Constance's frame. Despite again being denied a kiss, she was still giddy with relief from Constance's pep talk.

Constance returned the embrace, even while still telling her off. "Recovery first. Kissing and heavy petting later!"

"I know! I will be holding you to that. But the sooner I'm better, the sooner I can have a proper cuddle with you. Then give you a special 'thank you' and LOTS of attention for looking after me!" Imogen chattered, giving the witch's backside a cheeky squeeze. One that would have earned a wizard a slap, or zap, in the chops. "And then for looking after everyone else too oh and a very special kiss for what you just said. and one well because you're HB and then more for luck-"

"Yes, yes I get the picture! You promised to behave, remember?" Constance tried to remind her.

And remind herself how on earth had fallen for such an loveable yet irritating person.
And tried to remain firm.
And forget about how a large part of herself had ached for this sort of causal yet affectionate intimacy. She'd missed it for the best part of the past week.

AND ignore another small but loud part that was much in need of a different sort of intimacy she'd also missed. Imogen (who was still wriggling in her lap, bodily pressed against her and promising things like special kisses and putting ideas into Constance's head) was not helping at all on that fount!

"I am behaving!"

"You are not and you know it!"

"And you're blushing." Imogen said in a singsong voice leaning back. Defiantly not helping, even in thick pyjamas and a stuffy nose. "I told you, you are adorable when you get flustered, Honey bear."

"You're a fool who should shut up and take your medicine!" Constance huffed her cheeks aflame, trying not squirm or get her knickers in a twist. She could have lent over to grab the bottle and spoon but decided to summon it. It was taking a lot of her self-control and discipline not to go back on what she'd just said about heavy petting. "in fact you should have taken it ages ago."

"Oh fine, give it here then, Miss bossy-boots. Keep your dress on." Imogen said. And laughed even more when Constance handed her the spoon so fast she almost shoved it in Imogen's face. "goodness, Constance! You're so easy to get all het up over a little flirting," she teased between a few coughs into her fist. "Anyone would think i'd never even kissed you before!"

"And anyone my dear, would think I'd never given you several screaming orgasms before." Constance shot back and succeed in levelling the playing field.

Imogen was surprised. Shocked even. Enough to slip backwards landing on the bed on her bottom. Constance grabbed her legs and pulled her back across her lap; just in time to stop her falling on the floor, again. And again found her self trying not to laugh and failing to do so. Imogen in her jim-jams, limbs at all angles all agog at her lovers into her sweet hearts very well-spoken but slightly filthy mouth? priceless. then Imogen started giggling too in-between little sneezes. and constance found her self shaking and spluttering with the effort of not laughing…

"Oh baaabyy."

Right up until there was a low Groan from Imogen.

"Poppet?"

Imogen didn't give a straight answer. Or even a gay one for that matter.

She just mumbled, covering her face with her hands. "I should not have done that."

"Done what?" Constance was instantly alert and onto nurse mode, judging by the pitch of her voice. "Imogen, have you pulled you back again? Do you feel sick?"

"No. worse. I feel-oh hell."

Imogen let out another noise as constance pushed her hands away from her face. A very pink face. The noise had in fact been a whine. and constance realised that the earlier groan had been a groan of frustration, not of pain. Sexual frustration.

"Hell!" Imogen said again grabbing for the box of tissues. "I shouldn't have wound you up because that-Achoo! That now I'm-oh you know dam well what."

"Now …you're all wound up." HB concluded, in her slowest sultry voice with quite an evil looking glint in her eye. The shoe was most defiantly on the other foot now. Especially as she lent over Imogen and pressed against her just a smidgin more then necessary. Her hand brushed up Imogen's thigh and squeezing her backside through the thick cotton; as she breathed, "My goodness, Miss Imogen you're so easily… HOT, and Bothered."

"Oh don't TEASE!" Yes, constance was against her in a lovely way. But spoon in one hand tissues in the other, Imogen was stuck. And the witch was not indulging Imogene's feeble buck of the hips or pout. And then before she could try and kiss her again, Constance suddenly drew back completely, sitting up as rigid as ever causing Imogen to swear.

"Seriously?! Please it's not playing fair!"

"Fair?" Constance raised an eyebrow at that. "you started it," she said, indifferently. "right from the off with all your vulgar comments."

"No, you started it," Imogen huffed. "with your dresses and laughing and playing nurse and generally being sexy."

"I didn't realise it was so easy to turn you on, I shall bear that in mind." Constance sniffed. Imogen looked away still pouting. "you really that concupiscent?"

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"Think about it dear."

Imogen blushed and flopped on to the pillow, again not giving a gay straight or bi answer. Just practical whinged or growled, whichever in annoyance which gave way to a rather pitiful little "yes."

Constance sighed and decided to leave off embarrassing her further. "If you weren't ill I would say a cold shower was in order."

"If I wasn't ill you-Achoo! You'd be joining me." Imogen pointed out. Then frowned, peering at constance. "you're blushing again."

"So are you." Constance snapped become very focused her feet all of a sudden.

"Your cheeks have suddenly gone all pink again. Have you joined me in the gutter?"

"No! Well,… you said about myself joining you for a shower…perhaps a bath, when your better?" Constance admitted and looked back up at her. "I can't wait."

"Oooh. oh no, don't be adorable again, honey," Imogen moaned, now visually squirming. "I can't take you being adorable as well being hot."

"I'm not adorable! We've been over that," constance snapped. Then cleared her throat and offered awkwardly with a gesture of her spell fingers. "although darling, d-do you want me to-er- you know. Or the quick fix spell? Or you could use that er "Wand' of yours."

Imogen flushed even more somehow, going so red her fever looked to be back. She let a sigh and wiggled back against the pillow.

"adorable."

"Im not-!"

" You are. But no, none of them thank you. Not if you aren't going to kiss me at the same time!" Imogen sulked, idly playing with Constance fingers. Then explained, "I love kissing you, constance. It won't feel right. I can wait…although I might start begging for them later, who knows."

"It's normally quite a show. Especially with the begging." Constance said.

The deadpan delivery was ruined by both the scowl on Imogene's face and Constance's disappearing act as a pillow that was throw at her head.

"You rotten minx! That's-Achoo! That is not helping!"

"Neither is throwing things like a toddler." Constance said repairing on Imogene's other side, making her jump. "try to think of something that doesn't involve you getting lucky in the bedchamber then."

"Well, it's very hard to think unsexy thoughts when you're in the room, you know."

Constance disagreed. Then cringed. "Do you remember when Mr Rowan-Webb showed off the Camelot boy's 'holiday snaps'?"

"Connie what the?—!"

"Don't swear! And it was the first off putting thing that sprung to mind!"

"Yes, but did you have to remind me?! Now I really do feel sick!"

"Well, it is, you have to admit, the definition of 'unsexy'." Constance huffed.

"Hmm, guess you're right. At least he didn't wear budgie smugglers" Imogen said. Then shuddered at THAT image.

"I'm not even going to ask and I don't even want to know." Constance warned.

Imogen tried to make a witty comeback. But sneezed instead and so left it at an eye roll, coughing a little. Constance reached out sharply, checking Imogen's temperature.

"Speaking of sick,I think its high time-" She started.

"We stopped messing around getting sidetracked by how gorgeous you are and how much I want to- I?— ACHOO!" Imogen cut in.

"I was not the one messing around you're the Over romantic interrupting fool around here! You need medicine, not kisses." Constance hissed retrieving the bottle from her apron pocket.

"I'd sooner have the second. But the sooner I'm better, remember." Imogen croaked sat up so she was facing her on the bed. With a pop Constance pulled out the cork from the bottle neck. A weird and wispy tiny glittering plume of steam followed.

" I do remember. And I shall hold you to all your promises, you know. All the better the sooner then." Constance replied with a smirk that matched Imogen's own grin.

"Keep the dress and apron on though." Imogen said with a wink. She handed the spoon back and constance poured a measure the oily pastel purple sludge on to the spoon. She double checked the look of it's colour and consisentcy for the hundredth time that day out of habit. But was quietly proud it was absolutely perfect. All's well that ends well then. And as Imogen said the sooner the better she thought gleefully.

But constance's Smug expression slacked a little when she saw the look on Imogen's face. Imogen was clearly having second thoughts…