"All I want is cuddles and chocolate. Is that too much to ask for?"
- YOU WANTED TO scream at the top of your lungs from the sudden pain that had emerged from your lower abdomen, but you laid back on your bed, groaning in agony. You had missed school today, not wanting to be seen in public or deal with anyone either - typical you - and all you wanted to do was sleep, eat, and read.
A soft knock ringed through your ears and you sat up, the pain subsiding slowly. Your mother walked in with a bowl of fruits and a mug of hot coco, and you smiled greatly at her.
"Thank god, I'm dying over here." Joking, you gladly take a small piece of strawberry, tasting the bitter, yet sweet taste of it. When your mother left, you ended up eating all of it, moaning as you took the last piece of the berry. There was another knock, much softer this time, and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, yelling,
"Come in," Steve walked in, holding a bag that seemed full. You raised an eyebrow as he grinned.
"Well, since I know that you're in unbearable pain, I have brought you your favorites, my love." Blushing, you snatch the bag away from him, grabbing the first thing you see, which was a Hershey's chocolate bar.
"Oh my god, I love you." After you ate the delicious sweetness, Steve sat next to you, pulling you closer to his warm chest. "Ugh, my uterus." He gives you a funny look, tilting his head and you couldn't help but laugh at his cuteness.
"Do you want to lay down?" He mumbles into your ear, smooth and gentle. You nod, so he pulls you down, him holding you tightly against him. Your stomach still hurt and you let out a hiss of pain. "Here lay flat." You did as you were told, turning flatly onto your back. Steve was still on his side, but he slowly slid up your over sized grey tee, resting his warm hand over your stomach. He started to rub smooth circles, in a pattern, and you found yourself relaxing at his touch.
God, he treasured you so much. The way your eyes would squint when you smiled brightly, or the way your eyes would have this glint in them when they saw him. He loved everything about you; even the little zits because that didn't matter to him.
"Steve?" You mutter tiredly, finding yourself soon falling asleep. He faces you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, lightly placing his cool lips on your blazing skin.
"Please stay with me," He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you again. He started a trail of heated kisses from your jawline to your neck, kissing so passionately that it sent shivers down your spine.
"My pleasure, darling."
Why is school so stressful? Also, I hope you enjoyed this! And seriously, I want a Steve.
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