Mark had grabbed two two-litres of ginger ale, cough drops, some microwaveable chicken soup things, a box of saltines, and a couple of suckers at the store for Naya. Sure, she had only asked for ginger ale, but he was Super!Mark, so he was going to fucking deliver. He pushed his…
Mark shouldered the door open as Naya slowly walked back to her bed. He frowned slightly as he set his bags on the table, noting that she was worse than she had let on. “I got a lot of different things for you. I didn’t know what you’d want, so…” He turned around and watched her lie in bed for a few minutes. “Want me to leave?”
Naya heard him talking and rolledover so she could see him. A smile slowly crept on her face and she opened her arms. “Stay..” She said softly and motioned for him to come over to her. “Come here.” She mumbled softly and sat up a little.
Mark couldn’t help but smile at the drowsy and child-like way Naya held her arms out to him. He set the package of crackers he’d been fiddling with down and walked over, kicking off his shoes before sliding into bed with her. “Always,” he promised, closing her in his arms.
Naya breathed out a sigh of relief and circled her arms around him, her body melting into his. “Good.” She said softly and squeezed him before pulling back to look up at him. Her lips formed into a small pout and she leaned up. “Kiss? Please?”