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Request from anon on Tumblr: okay felix being a goner for elliots pretty face is 1) very funny and 2) absolutely valid, i would do it too and 3) can we get a fic where elliot is sick (to his stomach, maybe like after puking?) but not -that- sick, so him and felix just cuddle in bed, and felix accidentally (slightly on purpose ) starts rambling about how pretty elliot is 🍄
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“I’m never putting anything in my stomach again,” Elliott declared. He was lying in bed on his back, speaking in a deeper voice than usual, the way he did when his throat hurt. Which would be unsurprising, Felix reckoned, given the sudden and violent bout of vomiting he’d just been through. Felix could hear the low grumbling of Elliott’s stomach as it attempted to settle itself down, but knew from experience that it was better not to draw attention to it.
“Really?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. “Never, ever?”
Elliott shrugged, letting out a neutral sigh as he felt Felix cuddle up next to him. The sheets rustled softly around their bodies.
“Darling, here’s what’s really going to happen. You’re going to drift off and nap for about an hour; you’re going to wake up feeling all affectionate and… playful…” Felix smiled with knowing, watching the way Elliott blinked rapidly at that, trying not to show how flustered it made him. “And then you’re going to realise how empty your belly is and want to drink every last drop in the house.”
“I’ve kept you too long,” Elliott sighed. “You know too much.”
A proud smile crossed Felix’s face. “Can I at least hug you for a while before you trade me in?”
“Yeah, you can come here.” Elliott’s expression was soft, despite the slight frown on his face. “Just… lean lightly. I still feel sort of woozy and strange.”
“Sure, darling, you’ve got it.” Felix gently rested his cheek on Elliott’s shoulder, snaking a gentle hand around his partner’s waist. His upset belly gurgled deeply under his palm, and Felix let his hand linger over it for just a moment. “I’m sorry your belly doesn’t feel well.”
There was a low hum in Elliott’s throat. His eyelids seemed heavy as he met Felix’s gaze, reaching up to tuck some of Felix’s minty-blue hair behind his ear before letting his hand rest on his own chest. Something in Felix’s eyes seemed to confuse him, because he frowned.
“What is it?”
Felix smiled, not breaking eye contact despite the blush he felt in his cheeks. “Your face is very pretty is all.”
“I am not pretty.” Elliott brought an arm up, elbow protruding while he rubbed the side of his head with his fingertips. “I’m ferocious. Intimidating. Unattainable. A creature that stalks the night itself, hungry for vengeance and – and retribution…”
“Ssshhh.” Felix leaned forward to put his lips against Elliott’s. It was barely a kiss, and more of a gentle instruction for him to stop talking. He pulled back to see Elliott gazing at him still, his eyes dulled from nausea, but endlessly deep and golden as always. “You’re beautiful, Elli. It’s just a fact. It was ‘game over’ for me the second I saw you.”
Elliott let out a soft chuckle at the memory. “You did stare at me for an unhealthy amount of time, considering what you’d just seen me do.“
What Elliott had just done had been irrelevant to Felix in that moment though.
“It wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t immune to those eyes.” Felix tilted his head, savouring the fluttery warmth in his belly and chest as he gazed into those same eyes now. “Those eyes that glisten like caramel. Golden and liquid, but clear enough to trap light inside. Silky, sweet; but a little bit salty, too, when you investigate further…”
“You’re lapsing into food descriptions, boo.”
“Sorry.” Felix grinned; he was riding a bit of a high. He adored telling Elliott he was beautiful, and it was so rare for Elliott to be this still, this willing to listen. “I’m obsessed with your face. Look at the shape of your jaw. I adore how it fits so well against my hand when I do this.”
Elliott closed his eyes as Felix’s hand brushed against the side of his face, cupping his cheek and the side of his chin. When he opened them again, Felix smiled, his heart doing a little fluttery dance inside.
“There they are again,” he whispered. “Gosh, how are you this perfect? You settled for me.”
“I did not settle.”
“Darling, hush. You’re like champagne,” Felix said, “and I’m the red lemonade that comes in a two-litre bottle. You’re – you’re camembert, and I’m grated cheddar in a bag.”
A gentle laugh rumbled in Elliott’s chest, though his eyes didn’t open. “You’re doing it again, gorgeous.”
“Oh, am I? Am I being too… cheesy?”
Elliott briefly opened one eye to show his disgust at the pun.
“I’m not even sorry.”
“I didn’t think so,” Elliott mumbled, shutting his eyes again.
Grinning to himself, Felix craned his neck and pressed a kiss to Elliott’s cheek, curling his fingers around the hand that Elliott had rested on his ribcage. He could feel his partner’s breathing already start to deepen and slow down.
“Sleep tight, pretty head.”