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You groan softly as you roll over on the bed. Since the beach day, you’ve been feeling a little under the weather; today, your headache only worsened. You’re just about to fall asleep when you hear a knock at the door.
“I’m not feeling well,” you say loudly, hoping the uninvited guest will hear. But when a second knock comes, you sigh loudly and haul yourself out of bed to answer the door.
Childe smiles slightly as soon as he sees you. “I know you’re not feeling well,” he says. “But, I brought you some medicine.” You take the pills in his hands. “And, er”—a slight blush creeps on his cheeks—“if it’s okay with you, I’d like to make you something.”
You smile. “I’d appreciate that.” As soon as you let him in and close the door, he suddenly picks you up bridal style. “Wait, what are you doing?”
Childe chuckles. “Taking care of you, silly.” He kisses your forehead. “The princess deserves only the best.”
“How corny.”
“But you love it.”
You laugh, and he winks at you. "There's the smile that I love." Childe puts you down on a chair and immediately gets to work in the small kitchen. But, as you watch him get busy, you begin to feel slightly tired. So, you walk over to him, who's pouring hot water into a cup. "Something wrong?"
“I feel a bit tired, so I thought I’d help out.”
Childe tilts your head in his direction and puts his forehead to yours. "Hm… you don't have a fever." You stare into his eyes. Then, his voice lowers to just above a whisper. "...You should rest, princess."
Then, you look away out of embarrassment. “I should keep you company.”
His hand is on your cheek, and you slowly turn back. "I'll be okay on my own." Then, he smirks. "I'm a big boy, after all."
He knows you're looking at his lips. Slowly, he leans in, and just as his lips find yours, yours begin to part. His tongue slides in, and you immediately melt into his intimate kiss as his fingers run through your hair. Then, he pushes you closer to him. Your mind goes blank, lost in the taste of him. Childe pulls away, and he smiles mischievously.
“I prefer this one… not as salty.” You smile and roll your eyes. Then, he asks, “You sure you want to help?” You nod, not wanting to admit that the kiss woke you up. “Then… could you grab some honey for me?”
You look up at the cupboards. “Er… it’s a little high.”
“Well, we can fix that.” Childe moves behind you and puts his hands around your waist. “Ready?” He doesn’t wait for a response as he lifts you.
“This isn’t what I meant!” But you open the cupboard and grab the honey anyway.
Childe tilts his head and smirks. “Well, I’m enjoying the view.” You look down and give him a deadpan look as he has a clear view of your butt. Then, he puts you down and wraps his arms around you. “Could you open it for me?”
“I thought you were supposed to be taking care of me,” you say jokingly as you do as you’re asked.
Childe kisses your neck. "I am." Then, he grabs a spoon nearby, scoops a bit of honey, and stirs it into the hot water. Finally, he turns to you, his lips brushing against your cheek. "Lemon?" You nod. Once Childe returns with the fruit, you've already added honey into a second cup of hot water. As you stir, he comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder. "Who's that for?"
“Who else?”
After Childe squeezes a bit of lemon into the two drinks, both of you drink in silence. You sigh softly just as you put the drink on the counter. Childe puts his glass beside yours and pecks your cheek.
“...I bet you’ll taste even sweeter now.”
You slightly tilt your head up, and your lips meet. His hand rests on your midriff while your hand is in his hair, pulling him closer to you. As soon as you pull away, he pulls you back, his hungry kisses catching you off guard. He spins you around, presses his body against you, and corners you against the counter.
Then, as you break apart, he brushes your hair out of your face. "...There's no one I would love more than you, princess." Before you can ask, he's back to kissing you, and you're once again lost in the emotional high.