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Too tired to come up with something clever here
I'll Have to Go to You Then
"What are
you doing?" Jack asked, pulling his head up off the feather pillow just enough
to gaze over its edge.
Will
sniffled. He had a spoon in one hand, stirring the contents of a steaming pot
on the stove, and the side of his other hand was pressed beneath his nose. "Can't sleep. Sick."
Jack
grumbled loudly enough for Will to hear across the room. "Get back in bed.
You'll get worse if you don't keep warm."
Will shook
his head. "I'm up. Besides, you don't need me lying there sneezing all night
while you're trying to sleep before shoving off tomorrow." Proving his point,
his breath immediately hitched and his shoulders rose. Jack could not see his
face, but knew what that meant. "ehhhh-ihtchhhh! ehshhhh!"
Will sniffled again, into the side of his hand which now rubbed against his
nose.
Jack
chuckled. Lifting a heavy arm, he patted the empty spot beside him. "Come on
back," he insisted. Cool night air snuck beneath the blankets as he moved, making
him shiver and pull the blankets closer. He was indeed
leaving tomorrow and wanted to make the most of his last night with Will. "I
promise to stay up with you and look after you, savvy? I don't need much sleep."
Will looked
over his shoulder, smiling at the idea of being cuddled by the pirate beneath
the covers. But he shook his head again. "I appreciate the offer, but this
soup's nearly ready. I'm staying here." He leaned over the pot and deeply
inhaled the steam. He could practically taste it in his mouth already. Warm and soothing. Thick and filling.
While he'd not been hungry during dinnertime, now he was famished. Nothing like rolling around with Jack in bed to help him work up an
appetite.
But the
attempt to breathe through his nose had made it tickle a little. "ehhh-HIHTChhhh! ehhhKIHShhhh!
h'Chishhhh!" Will sniffled
softly and a bit pitifully.
Jack turned
his head back down, burying it in the pillow. He groaned in frustration. His
own shoulders rose as his arms slid forward. Lower arms pushed against the bed
and propped him up enough to rise. As he stood, he wrapped a blanket around his
otherwise bare body.
He headed
across the room, then embraced Will from behind where
the other man stood. Along with Jack's strong arms came the blanket, and in an
instant Will did not need soup to warm him up. He tilted his head to the side
and back, resting it against Jack's right shoulder. Jack's left arm slipped
down from Will's chest and mirrored Will's to take the spoon. He lifted the
spoon to his lips and sipped to be certain the soup was ready. Then he held the
spoon out for Will to drink from, feeling the man relax at the first swallow. Jack
hugged Will tightly, holding him upright and spoon-feeding him more. Before long, Will let Jack carry him back to bed to make good on
his promise.