#dominik mystero is my man

[pandorasfavorite]

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AN: Dominik is a baby when he is sick

You may push Dominik off the bed if he keeps this up. It's 5 am and he's kicking the blankets on and off his body. At first, he just tossed it off, but the more he did it the more aggressive it became. He kicks it off again, this time the blankets slide off your body too. Any other time Dominik would be holding you in his sleep, but tonight he moved away claiming it was "too hot". You turn over on your side to check on Dominik, "Honey what's wrong", you grab his arm and he is burning up. So much so that you rise up more to push Dominik to lay on his back and let you feel his forehead. He grunts and sighs as he lays back on the pillow, he is only wearing a pair of shorts and his shirt has already been peeled off.

You feel his head with the back of your hand and once again he is burning up, the fever was a high one. "I think I'm sick", he says in a raspy voice that sounds like he hasn't had a sip of water in months. You purse your lips in concern, without a doubt; Dominik was hot to the touch and was uncomfortable. Of course, you needed to jump out of bed and get everything he needed to feel better. The real problem here was that you weren't exactly sure how to help him. After long deliberation and stares at Dominik; you settled on getting up and getting a cold wet rag from the bathroom.

You move to get off of the bed only to be held back by the wrist on the way, "You don't need to get up" Dominik croaked. He sounded winded and tired, as if moving his arm was enough to knock the breath from him. You looked at him with pity. Dominik thought about how he was troubling you, how you should be asleep and getting your much-deserved rest. He was too tired to open his eyes and plead with you, but he could at least hold you back from spending a night taking care of him. Dominik refused to burden you if he could control.

You turn back to face him, only to bring his hand to your lips for a soft kiss. "Dominik you are sick, and I bet you can't get out of bed", you tell him with absolute certainty. He huffs and just barely squints up at you; his feeble attempt to stop you again. "Baby please", he whispers in a low sick voice. His chest is burning and his throat is sore, just speaking is putting a strain on Dominik. What hurts the most is that you aren't lying on top of him, asleep soundly. You sigh at his resistance and you kiss his hand again before peeling him off of you.

You wade through the house to get the cold rag and some medicine for Dominik. Ultimately you came back with more than needed. A rag was placed onto his forehead and Dominik instantly relaxed at the cool feeling. You take another rag; dipping it into the cold water bowl, and swipe it across his chest. You watch the way Dominik's chest rises and falls, he is no longer dripping in sweat and his face is no longer screwed up in discomfort. You wipe him off the best you can before a sharp yawn drifts out of your mouth. Dominik eyes snap open; that was his reminder that you were still awake taking care of him. He shakes his head and takes the rag from your hand; placing it back into the bowl. "Lay with me", he whines out and pulls your body to him.

You attempt to pull back from his advances; reminding Dominik of his symptoms. "Dom you're burning up, that will only make you feel worse", you reprimand him. He shakes his head like a disobedient child, pulling you on top of him completely by the back of your arms. "Just lay with me Hermosa", Dominik pleads whilst moving his neck for you to have more room to be all against him. When your face pressed to his bare chest, the weight and feeling made Dominik feel so much better. He smiled into your hair, all while the rag was still against his forehead, nearly slipping off by all the movement. He wraps his arms around you and he begins to drift off to sleep; comforted by your breathing matching his own.

It's safe to say Dominik woke up with a start. A needy start if you are being honest. He craned his neck to kiss your forehead repeatedly, successfully waking you up just as he intended. You turn away from him; groaning at being woken up; like you do every morning. You hear his laugh and his deep morning voice just beside your ear. "Good morning", he whispers in his raspy voice (that you have to admit is definitely hot). "Let me guess, you have to pee", you grumble into his chest. He kisses your forehead once more, linger there for a moment, "You know me so well mami". You turn your face into his chest to hide the slight blush that raised.

You sit up and pat his chest before getting up and walking into the kitchen. You put a few pieces of bread into the toaster and you also brew some tea in hopes it will help Dominik's throat. You hear the toilet flush and the sink water running. So it was no surprise when Dominik walked into the kitchen and slung his arms around your waist. This was his normal behavior but his grip was less tight and he simply laid his head on your shoulder instead of talking. You turn around in his hold to face him, "Still feeling bad?" you question him while pressing your hand to his forehead once again. He simply nods and goes back to pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You and Dominik both sway in the kitchen until the toast pops up and the kettle whistles.

He sits at the table, still shirtless and in boxers just as he was last night. You bring over a coffee cup filled with tea and a plate of toast you hoped would settle his stomach. You sit beside him; watching him as you sip on your own tea. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, "You aren't gonna feed me?" he grins. You lightly smack his arm and you point at the toast waiting for him. His hand slips down to your thigh to rest there, "Come on mami". God, he knew how to get under your skin....and how to get his way. You give him a look but you still pick up the toast to bring it to his lips. His smile was victorious, to say the least.

You put the toast down to get up inside the medicine cabinet. Dominik's face drops at the liquid form of medicine. "No pills?", he grimaces at the sight in front of him. "Nope", you pop the 'p', "this is all we got babe". Dominik looks at you with betrayal and raised eyebrows. "I'm not taking that" he argues.

"You are"

"Am not"

"You are", you give him a pointed look.

"On one condition", he holds the hand that has the bottle in it. You put a hand on your hip, but you motion for him to keep talking anyways. He breaks into his familiar and common shit-eating grin, "Give me a kiss". You swoop down and give him a kiss on the cheek, then pointing to the medicine bottle now on the counter, just before walking into the living room. "You know that's not what I meant mami!", he hollers after you. Dominik swipes the medicine bottle off the counter with attitude and walks into the living room. He throws himself on the couch and between your legs. He lays back against your chest, laying his head directly onto your boobs. He smiles and tilts his head back, bringing the medicine bottle up to your eyeline, before opening his mouth.

Afterward, you screw the cap back on and you roll your eyes at Dominiks cute but childish behavior. "Now my kiss, a REAL kiss if you don't mind", his teeth poke out as he smiles. A huge smile graces your face, and you lean down to kiss his lips, The position may have been awkward considering he was looking up at you from your chest and you were looking down at him. But it was soft and fun-loving, just as you hoped.