"I feel like we should get you a fan. And about breath play. I like that kind of stuff." He couldn’t help but allow his eyes to sweep over her, wanting to memorize whatever parts of her he could get in this vulnerable state. His eyes stopped on the scar that ran up her thigh and he cleared his throat, looking elsewhere. It was not his place to ask. "The biggest of men? Really? Maybe I should look out then. If I get sick will you be the one taking care of me?" He gave her a goofy smile. "No, it’s true. Or at least I think it is."
"I tried to sleep with a fan once but the noise was irritating." Her eyes narrowed in curiosity. "What about it do you like?" Rory didn’t usually talk about kinks with people but it steered him clear of personal topics and she was totally fine with that. She followed the trail of his eye and held back a deep sigh. She had gotten too comfortable and forgotten the ugly scar was there. She reached for her cover and pulled it over her legs not caring that it would only further make her hot. She didn’t want him looking at it. She was insecure enough about it. "Now I’m sure you have a long line girls ready to take care of you." She shook her head and grabbed her phone. She tapped away and swiped a few times before she chewed on the inside of her cheek as she read. "Okay, fine you’re right this time."
"Looks like I’m fucked then." He let out a deep breath and shook his head, starting to laugh a little. So she didn’t mind breath play. That was a thing worth remembering, right? "Good to know we’re on the same page." His eyes moved from Rory to the dog, watching her as she settled on the floor. He smiled at the sight, despite the growl that had just come out of the little dog a few moments before. As Rory began to talk, his attention shifted back over to her. "Well have you been doing anything differently than you used to? Maybe your body just needed a break, and figured that the only way it’d be possible would be to shut you down for a few days. And for the record, I have an excellent immune system. I’m not letting your cold take me down that easy." He turned more so that he was facing her, careful not to let his shoes touch the bed. "Did you know that there are so many kinds of colds that you don’t ever get the same one twice?"
"You brought this on yourself so just deal with it." She shifted against and rolled over onto her hip and curled up a little. She rolled up her sleeves in an attempt to cool herself down. "The same page about what exactly?" She raised her brow. She had an idea of what he was talking about but she didn’t want to make any assumptions. She had to remind herself that she didn’t know him well enough to think she knew what was going on inside his head at any given point. Rory chewed at her bottom lip. There was a long list of things that she was doing differently but he didn’t need to know that. "Maybe." She ran her fingers through her hair and pushed a few strands behind her ear. "Don’t underestimate the power of my colds. They could take down even the biggest man." She said as if it was a known fact rather than something she was making up on the spot. "I’m not sure if I believe you right now." She shook her head.
He stored away that piece of information, not even sure if it would ever really come in handy to know but treasuring it regardless. He liked learning things about people, and Rory was definitely no exception. For the entirety of his life, he never really had to try this hard to make a friend. Maybe that’s why he kept coming back, even when she shot him down. He let out a chuckle despite his best efforts to contain them, and put a finger up to his lips. “Don’t tell anyone though. I don’t want to be labelled as the creepy Vicks guy who’s into a very very very strange form of breathplay. Unintentional breathplay, to be exact.” He was surprised when she invited him onto the bed, not really expecting the offer. Immediately he was on his feet and within seconds, sitting at the food of the bed with both feet planted firmly on the ground. “Thanks. So have you figured out who the culprit was that got you here?”
"Just for that I’m going to tell everyone. I like to do the opposite of what people tell me to do." She sat up slowly and adjusted her pillows behind her and folded her legs one over the other in front of her. "But there’s nothing wrong with breath play." She shrugged her shoulders a little and watched as Tinkerbell crawled out from underneath the covers and growled before hopping off the bed and going to her own bed in the corner. Rory rolled her eyes at her temperamental dog. She folded her arms over her chest and leaned back against her pillows. "Probably no one. I never use to get sick like this. I don’t know what happened." As if on queue, she had to raise her arm again to cough, sniffles soon following afterwards. "If you get sick you can’t blame me cause I didn’t invite you over here."
"Maybe it’s a weird fetish of mine." He raised both his eyebrows at her. He noticed that she put it on her chest and he smiled. "I do the same thing." He nodded towards her hand. "I don’t really know if it does anything when you put it there, but I like to think it does." He sat back on his hands, his attention still solely on her. "For the record, I don’t actually have a fetish for sick people."
Rory rolled her eyes and shook her head, a little smirk spreading over her lips despite herself. “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t really do anything. I think it’s more of a comfort thing than anything else really. My Nana use to do it for me when I was little.” She kicked the covers off of her legs as she felt her body temperature rise. She had grown so use to be cold all the time that she hated being hot and anything that felt like it would make her hot. “I don’t know, you have this strange look about you like you would be into all of those edgy kinks most people don’t want to touch.” She propped her head up on her elbow. “You know you don’t have to sit on the floor. I doubt it’s comfortable.” She pointed to the foot of her bed.
"You’re welcome." He said, shrugging for what felt like the millionth time as the corners of his lips tugged upwards into a grin. He pushed himself onto his knees and unscrewed the lid a little bit before handing her the small jar. Christian sat back down, grabbing the box of tissues beside him and flipping it in his hands. "I don’t know why either." He watched the box twirl in the air for the briefest of seconds before it fell back into his hands. "Being sick sucks, and I think everyone needs someone to take care of them." He stopped flipping the box, putting it beside him again. "And I’m not saying you don’t already have someone who will take care of you, but I wanted to be sure. Plus, a selfish part of me wanted to see you again."
She scooped up the smallest amounts with her fingers and applied it under her nose. She didn’t care how it made her look as long as she could breath through her nose again and not sound like she was talking through her nose the entire time. The second scoop disappeared as her hand went under her shirt and she applied to her chest, unsure of what it would do but her Nana always did it when she was sick so she figured she might as well give it a try. Rory didn’t open her mouth to tell him there weren’t very many people willing to come over in the middle of the night to take care of her. Those people were long since gone and it was her own doing. Her brows furrowed. “Why would you want to see someone all red nosed and puffy faced?”
Christian sat down on the floor, his legs crossed. He brought the back into his lap and pulled out its contents one at a time. “Tissues- because no amount of tissues ever feels like enough when a stuffy nose is involved.” He set the box beside him, pulling out the next thing. “Vicks Vapor Rub because it’s a godsend when I’m sick and my nose is stuffy.” He unscrewed the lid, showing her the inside of it. “And I got you your own. So you don’t have to worry about my fingers being inside it.” He screwed the lid back on, setting it beside him as well. “And then there’s a can of Campbell’s chicken soup in here, but apparently you don’t want any more soup.” He shrugged, looking back up at her. It was weird that he was there, but at the same time he knew he didn’t really want to be anywhere else. “I tried.”
Rory’s features softened but still held the same confused expression. There was a piece of her that wondered why he was being so nice to her when she had done nothing more than be a bitch to him from the very start. Maybe he was just genuinely a nice person, something she had never been able to full grasp. In her mind everyone had a reason for doing what they did, so why should he be any different? She shook off the thoughts and her lips spread into a small smile. “Thank you. You really didn’t need to do any of this. I would’ve been find in a couple days, but I’m not going to turn down that blue magic in a jar, though.” She held out her hand. “I just don’t know why you’re doing all of this.”
The smile took over his face once again at her comment. “Thank you, again, for such a lovely visual. Coughing up lungs and shitting out rainbows. You really are every man’s dream.” He followed behind her into the suite, taking a look around as the door clicked shut behind him. “Am I supposed to follow you or what?” He called out after her, watching her disappear into her bedroom. Waiting for a moment, he started after her. “Do you need any of this stuff now?” He asked as he stood in the doorway.
"Well we do aim to please here at Casa De Aurora." She shrugged her shoulders and held out one hand to give off lazy jazz fingers. Rory crawled back underneath her covers and held them up for a little brown ball of fur to disappear underneath and curl up against her hip. She knew at some point she would kick off the covers when she got to hot only to bring them back when she felt too cold again. Her arm tucked underneath her head and she stared him, still a little confused as to why he was there in the first place. "What is ‘this stuff’ exactly?"
He scratched at the back of his ear, the faint sounds of movement on the other side of the door catching his attention. When she opened it, he couldn’t help but smile. “A lot of asking around.” He held up the bag in his hand so that she could see it. “I brought reinforcements, although there is soup in there so you can just ignore that.” His smile fell away, replaced by a concerned look in his eyes. “How’re you feeling?”
She made a face. Not at him, but at how nasally her voice sounded and how much she hated it. She sniffled and rubbed at her nose with her sleeve a few times. “I wasn’t aware I had a stalker now.” Her words lacked some of the usual sarcasm and venomous bite in her weakened state. Her eyes narrowed at the bag when soup was mentioned. She really wished people would stop trying to solve all of her problems with food. “I feel like I could shit out a rainbow. Don’t I look like it?” It was probably as close as she would get to joking at the moment. “You might as well come in I guess.” She turned with her arm coming over her mouth to shield her cough and walked back to her room.
Christian hesitated to knock on Rory’s door, not entirely convinced that she wouldn’t slam it in his face. It had taken a bit of work tracking down her room number, asking people who were pretty much strangers if they knew the redhead. It had taken work and it was awkward, but he couldn’t help it. Aside from the fact that she was beautiful and definitely different than most girls he had known in his life, Christian knew from the moment she said she was sick that he wanted to help her out in some way. Which was why he stood in front of her room, a bag filled with boxes of tissues, a can of soup, and some Vicks, in hand. He finally knocked, bracing himself for whatever would happen.
Rory had fallen asleep pretty early after a failed attempt of trying to fend off Milo and his damn soup. The heavy weight of food in her stomach and the cough medicine was all she needed to put her right to sleep. She had a dreamless sleep, full of nothing but pitch darkness. Her face twisted as a sound penetrated her rest. She rolled over and burrowed deeper into her covers before the sound came again. She peeked one eye open to find Tinkerbell on high alert. She sighed and threw the covers away from her body. She stood and fixed the oversized sweatshirt to cover herself up, coughing into her sleeve. “Milo, I don’t want anymore fucking soup.” She opened the door with narrowed eyes. Her facial expression didn’t change when she saw who it really was. “How did you find my room?”