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She'd been going on about it every day for the past month and Visco hoped that, finally, she would have her damned sweets. She'd be satisfied to find her girlfriend having gorged the entire package and passed out on the couch. Minor stomachaches were worth a lack of whining.
She paced back and forth. Where was it? It was supposed to be here today, dammit. A knock at the door caused her to nearly trip in her excitement, and after signing for her package, she bounded back to the couch, flopping down as she pried open the tape.
Today was going to be a good day.
The house was surprisingly quiet when the raven unlocked the door and walked in. "Lia?" she called, closing and locking the door behind herself as she tossed the keys into the bowl on the table nearby. She frowned. Was she sulking because her candy still had not come? Or had she goreged herself and passed out? She walked into the living room, finding a book tossed onto the couch and box and what appeared to be the plastic wrapping from candy. So where is she, she wondered.
A pained scream echoed from the floor above.
She darted upstairs, only to reel back at the wave of stench that greeted her at the top. "The hell did you do, Metallia? Roast a cat?" All she got in response was a groan, so she threw an arm over her mouth and nose and made her way down the hall to the only open door, the bathroom.
Metallia was curled up in the fetal position, her head barely propped up on the side of the tub as she sat in it, naked from the waist down.
"What the hell happened?"
"The...gummy bears..." the blonde groaned. "Urrrk" She gagged, her cheeks puffing out briefly before her head dropped against her arm. "It hurts so much..."
"It reeks," Visco said, waving her hand in front of her nose.
"You always did...hrrnng...have the nose of a dog," she gasped as her stomach gurgled and growled in a fairly accurate imitation of Smaug.
"It didn't come out both ends, did it?"
"You see rainbow splattered on the floor, don't you?"
"Right, sorry." She moved to help her girlfriend take off her shirt and bra, trying not to react to the splotches on the shirt, and turned on the shower. "Don't worry, I won't make it hot. I know it hurts," she murmured. She helped her clean up, before wrapping her in a towel and carrying her to the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, she laid down next to her and pulled her against her chest. "Try to get some rest, okay?"
"It hurts... I think I spent hours in there..."
Visco smiled slightly and pushed the golden bangs away to kiss her forehead. "If you need me to carry you there, I will."
Metallia gave a slight grunt of acknowledgement and buried her face into Visco's chest.
I know she doesn't feel well, if she's not even insisting she can take care of herself, she thought.
The next morning, after only maybe three hours total sleep with all the bathroom runs, Metallia sat on the floor, three towels stacked underneath her.
"I feel like a fucking toddler," she griped, as Visco ran the brush through her hair gently. "Shitting myself... I'm a grown-ass woman!"
"Even adults have accidents. Remember when I had that bladder infection and I didn't even realize I was going until my pants were wet?" she replied.
"Still..."
"Hey." She set the brush down and then wrapped her arms around Metallia's neck from behind, kissing her cheek. "Something you ate made you sick. That's okay. You've got me to take care of you when you get sick."
The blonde sighed, one hand resting on her girlfriend's arm, before she leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. "I'll always take care of you when you're sick too."
Visco giggled softly. "Thanks. So, exactly what did happen? You were looking forward to these."
"Yeah, coz they were sugar free!" Metallia complained, flopping over the raven's lap. "And I'm not some little kid that can process sugar like crazy anymore. I'm getting older. I have to watch my health."
"Lia giving up sweets?" Visco said, clapping her hands to her face in mock horror.
"Shut up," Metallia shot back, shoving her onto her back where she laughed. "I still want my damn sweets. I just thought I should be healthier about it."
"Your health is important," Visco replied, propping herself up on her elbows and ruffling her girlfriend's hair, causing the cowlicks to bounce. "You're older than me, after all."
The blonde scowled briefly. "I didn't realize they'd destroy my gut in the process."
She smiled comfortingly. "For once being a recluse from all but your girlfriend comes in handy, eh? Imagine if that'd hit you in an office like mine or something."
Metallia covered her face with her hands. "Shut up!" she cried. "I don't want to think about the Rainbow of Pain and Death!"
"Okay, okay," Visco laughed. "Aren't your Swedish Fish coming in today?"
Metallia turned a pale green and ran for the bathroom.
She'd have to make up for that remark later when she was feeling better.
A few minutes later, the blonde came back into the room and collapsed over her girlfriend's lap. "This is blasphemy..."
"Hmm?" Visco said, rubbing her back gently.
"This is why you shouldn't fuck with sugar!" she grumbled. "It's fine the way it is!"
"I guess I'll return those Swedish Fish when they come in and get you some regular candy." She got up, displacing her girlfriend in spite of the woman's disgruntled grumble, and walked over to her work bag, shuffling through its contents for a few minutes before pulling out a bag of dark rope-shaped candies. "Here, Lia." When the blonde didn't move, she signed and opened the bag, pulling out a rope and held it out to her. "It's licorice. Made with anise, so it'll calm your stomach. You can even suck on it, if you like. Valaie gave it to me when I told her you'd probably have a stomachache after your package came in, but they'll work for this, too." Metallia seemed to have no will to get up, so she hefted her back up onto the bed, pulling her back against her before handing her a rope of licorice.
Metallia stuck the end of it in her mouth and snuggled back against her girlfriend's chest with a sigh.
"Better?" the raven asked.
"Mhmm. This is why you don't fuck with sweets," she said again, swinging the rope briefly before she pushed it near her girlfriend's lips. "Try some. Valaie's sweets are amazing, as always."
Visco took a small bite out of courtesy to make her happy. She much preferred her candied seeds, but she didn't disagree. Trying to make candy "healthier" was one of the worst ideas mankind had ever had. She set a gentle hand on the blonde's stomach as Metallia went back to sucking on the rope. Usually, they both preferred sweeter treats. But she didn't think the blonde's stomach would thank her for more "sugar". She set her chin on her girlfriend's shoulder, ignoring the hair that tickled her cheek. Sometimes, it was best just to not mess with a good thing.