Under Covers
"Warm," she murmurs, earning a smile from him. She pulls the covers closer around her and extracts a hand to pat the bed beside her.
He raises an eyebrow at her, smiles a crooked smile. "I'm sick, Stel. I don't want you to catch anything." He crosses his arms over his chest.
She continues to stare at him. Finally, she shrugs. "I can already feel a sore throat coming on. Don't worry about it." She nods at the empty space to her right.
Still, he lingers in the doorway. A glimmer of something crosses his face and he realises she must have picked it up because she smiles encouragingly at him. "It couldn't be helped," she told him. "I was bound to get sick eventually. It's all over the city."
The guilt in his expression fades somewhat, but he doesn't move.
"C'mon, Mac!" she says lightly. "Join me! We can be sick together."
He sniffs and runs a finger over the bridge of his nose. Studies her. Smiles.
"Okay," he agrees and before she can wonder what exactly he's doing, he's half running to the bed and diving under the covers.
She grins and puts an arm around his shoulders. Touching her nose to his cheek, she murmurs, "see? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
He turns slightly so that their noses are brushing.
She raises an eyebrow and smirks at him.
Eyes shining, he leans in and rests his forehead against hers. "It was hard, actually," he teases. "Amazingly so."
She pulls back, gives a short burst of laughter and pushes a hand lightly on his chest. "Funny, Mac," she rolls her eyes. "Real funny."