spamalot } { of sick boyfriends and drug dealer girlfriends

[impetere]

Cora: [and in the window she comes, prepared to just curl up in his bed and wait for him to get home, but when she slips inside she's surprised to find her boyfriend already there.] Stiles?

Stiles: [whines, hidden under his blanket] Too sick.

Cora: [she frowns before making her way closer, one hand brushing lightly against his forehead] What's wrong?

Stiles: [oh she's really there. Hi girlfriend. Have a snotty boyfriend] Flu.

Cora: [poor boyfriend, you're kind of gross right now] Want me to get you something?

Stiles: Mac and Cheese?

Cora: Sure. Do you have any here or do you need me to go out and get it?

Stiles: In my desk.

Cora: Okay. [and she'll pull away to start fixing it in the microwave]

Stiles: [curls onto his side and watches her] Why are you here?

Cora: Because I wanted to surprise you.

Stiles: But I'm gross.

Cora: I didn't know that at the time.

Stiles: You're the best.

Cora: [she laughs] I'm glad you think so.

Stiles: I should text my roommate to tell him you're here.

Cora: You're phone's right there.

Stiles: [reaches over and goes to text him that. A bit later, he gets one back saying he was staying with his boyfriend] Ok, we're good for the night.

Cora: Good. [and she will come back with the bowl of mac and cheese]

Stiles: [and he will sit up, blankets around his shoulders as he takes it] I wuv you.

Cora: I love you too. [and she will climb up on bed next to him to get cozy. Yay for a werewolf immune system which means she can't get the flu]

Stiles: [and he's going to eat his mac and cheese slowly] How long you staying?

Cora: The weekend. I have to be back for class on Monday.

Stiles: You know I'm worthless.

Cora: Someone's gotta make sure you won't make yourself sicker.

Stiles: And you can't get sick.

Cora: Exactly.

Stiles: I can still kiss you then.

Cora: You can kiss me after you shower and are no longer covered in snot.

Stiles: Do you think you can get me some medicine at the store?

Cora: Sure.

Stiles: I can take my shower while you do that.

Cora: Okay. Good.

Stiles: And then it will keep new snot from flowing.

Cora: Even better.

Stiles: Best girlfriend ever.

Cora: And don't you forget it.

Stiles: So how was your week?

Cora: Same as usual. School school school.

Stiles: Build a super robot?

Cora: Not yet. That's later in the semester.

Stiles: I want to ride it.

Cora: If I succeed, you'll be first in line.

Stiles: Yay. [so about to just faceplant into the mac and cheese]

Cora: You should get lots of sleep, too.

Stiles: That's what I've been doing today. No classes.

Cora: You still look exhausted.

Stiles: That's what my body is doing - working hard to heal me.

Cora: Yep. So you should keep sleeping when you feel the need to.

Stiles: As long as you can stay.

Cora: I can stay.

Stiles: Good. [and he has inhaled that mac and cheese]

Cora: [and she will take the bowl from him before picking up his pillow and placing it in her lap, pulling him to lay down with his head in her lap]

Stiles: Are you going to be comfortable like that? [snuggles up into her lap]

Cora: [nods as her fingers card through his hair] Yeah, I'll be fine.

Stiles: We can watch something on the TV. [totally drifting off. he's a sucker for that hair stroking]

Cora: Maybe later. [she'll just keep that up.] I can watch something while you sleep.

Stiles: But I'm not... I'm.... [and he's out]

Cora: [smirks and she'll put some syndicated cop show on low while he sleeps]

Stiles: [and he's snoring bad because of clogged up airways]

Cora: [poor baby. she'll just keep stroking his hair]

Stiles: [and eventually he will have a coughing fit and wake back up]

Cora: [rubs his back as he coughs it up]

Stiles: [and yeah, that's gross and he's going to sit up] Need to wash hands now.

Cora: Okay. Maybe you should shower and I'll go and get that medicine for you?

Stiles: Yeah. Yeah good idea.

Cora: [kisses his forehead] I'll be right back, okay.

Stiles: Okay. [and while she is gone he will first wash his hands, and then come back to get new pajamas and his shower stuff and take a nice long, hot shower]

Cora: [and she will get him soup and medicine and food for her and more tissues and all the stuff he needs for them to hole up for a couple days and just rest]

Stiles: [and he will be in his room relaxing in his bed, flipping channels when she gets back]

Cora: Hey. [smiles as she comes back in, through the door this time] Feel better?

Stiles: The steam helped. I still feel like a truck ran me over.

Cora: Well, I got you soup, extra tissues and the medicine you wanted.

Stiles: Awesome. [and he will sit up to receive it]

Cora: [hands the bag over before moving up to sit next to him again] Do you need to worry about any homework?

Stiles: No, I'm good on all that. I can always make up for it next week.

Cora: Okay. So all you have to do is eat and sleep.

Stiles: And occasionally kiss my girlfriend.

Cora: So long as you're not too snotty.

Stiles: Hopefully the medicine works then.

Cora: Fingers crossed.

Stiles: [and he will take his first dose and then lean back against the wall hugging a water bottle] So what do you want to do?

Cora: [she shrugs] We could see what's on Netflix?

Stiles: That works.

Cora: [nods as she goes to grab his laptop, setting up netflix and giving him a chance to settle and get comfortable]

Stiles: [and he will snuggle back into her lap]

Cora: Did you have a particular movie in mind?

Stiles: Spider-man is always good.

Cora: [she smiles at that before nodding] Spider-man it is.

Stiles: [sniffles and shifts to watch the movie, but he's going to pass out again]

Cora: [that's fine, he needs the sleep more than he needs to watch the movie anyway. she'll just sit there, running her fingers through his hair to keep him calm]

Stiles: [and there will be twitching after he's been asleep for a half hour]

Cora: [frowns slightly before reaching over to take his hand]

Stiles: [and he will shake awake easy] Huh?

Cora: [smooths a hand over the top of his head] You were twitching. Were you dreaming?

Stiles: [runs at his face] I don't...I don't know.

Cora: [she shakes her head] Don't worry about it. Sorry, I woke you.

Stiles: It's okay.

Cora: How're you feeling?

Stiles: Sleepy still. Stuffy.

Cora: Want me to make you some soup?

Stiles: Yes please.

Cora: Okay. [and she will wait for him to sit up a bit before sliding out and starting to make him some soup]

Stiles: [watching her] You're...... [trying to find the right word] amazing.

Cora: [she smiles softly before shaking her head] Just doing what any good girlfriend would do.

Stiles: You're a great girlfriend.

Cora: Thank you. [and a few minutes later, she's back with the soup]

Stiles: [and he's sitting up, blanket wrapped around him and leaning back against the wall. He takes the soup and puts it in the hole of his Indian crossed legs] You have something to eat too?

Cora: [she nods before grabbing a bag of chips and going to sit next to him]

Stiles: [and he will lean into her a bit as he slurps on his soup]

Cora: Anything fun happening in school?

Stiles: No, not really. Boring talking.

Cora: Studying anything interesting?

Stiles: Why we don't speak Russian.

Cora: Some people speak Russian.

Stiles: But it's not the main world language.

Cora: English isn't really either anymore.

Stiles: But we kicked Hitler’s butt.

Cora: We did. With help.

Stiles: Uh huh. Lots of people. But not Japan. Japan... no likey.

Cora: [she laughs] We're on better terms with them now though.

Stiles: We wouldn't have anime if not.

Cora: True.

Stiles: I think I'm high.

Cora: You have had a lot of drugs.

Stiles: Drugs are gooooood.

Cora: They are.

Stiles: You got me good drugs. My dealer. Drug dealing girlfriend.

Cora: [she laughs] Only because you're sick.

Stiles: Good. Cause I can't bail you out of jail.

Cora: You won't have to.

Stiles: But you don't want... brother finding out.

Cora: Derek?

Stiles: Yeah, him.

Cora: Why wouldn't I want Derek finding out I was taking care of you while you were sick?

Stiles: No, no bailing out.

Cora: Well, we don't have to bail me out.

Stiles: Good.

Cora: Good. [she smirks] I think you should try and get some more sleep.

Stiles: I got soup to finish.

Cora: How much soup do you have left?

Stiles: [looks in his bowl] Half.

Cora: Then you should keep eating.

Stiles: But I can't eat and talk at the same time. [takes a spoonful]

Cora: Mmm-hmmm.

Stiles: It's rude.

Cora: It is. So focus on eating your soup.

Stiles: Okay. [and he will, spoonful by spoonful until it's gone]

Cora: Good boy. [and she will kiss his forehead before taking the empty bowl and shifting so that he can lie down]

Stiles: You want to sleep with me?

Cora: [she nods] Sure. I'll be right there.

Stiles: [and he will scoot against the wall, leaving room for her.]

Cora: [and she will clean up her cooking and climb back into bed with him, curling in close]

Stiles: [and he will wrap his arms around her and hold her as they sleep]

Cora: [and she will curl in and stay as close as she can]

Stiles: I love you. [against her neck, half asleep]

Cora: [smiles softly] I love you too.

Stiles: [and sorry, Cora, he's going to cough onto your neck] Sorry.

Cora: It's okay. Not like you can get me sick, remember?

Stiles: How did you get lucky?

Cora: I'm a werewolf, remember?

Stiles: No, I mean, how'd werewolves get that lucky? Why can't you be like the rest of us and get sick when you're in human form. So not fair.

Cora: [she laughs] I don't know. We get to live a really long time too.

Stiles: How long?

Cora: Satomi Ito looks pretty much the same as she did in 1945.

Stiles: Satomi?

Cora: A friend of my mom's. She's another one of the local alphas.

Stiles: Oh. that's kinda old though.

Cora: It is.

Stiles: So are you really like, twenty?

Cora: [she laughs] Yes, I'm really twenty.

Stiles: Is Derek fifty?

Cora: No, he's not.

Stiles: Peter's seventy.

Cora: Not that I'm aware of.

Stiles: He acts like a judgy old grandpa.

Cora: Well, it's his purpose in life.

Stiles: He needs a new purpose.

Cora: Nadia's working on it.

Stiles: [nods, and then snuggles back up with her as he yawns] Okay, bedtime.

Cora: [she nods] Sleep well.

Stiles: You too. [and off to sleep he goes]

Cora: [she'll stay up for a little while longer before drifting off soon after]