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tamingthemuseTitle: Dry Spells
Fandom: BtVS/Dresden Files (books)
Word Count: 788
Prompt: #351 Parched
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, settings, or fandoms. They are the property of their respective creators and companies.
Summary: Wizards, in general, make lousy patients.
A/N: Sequel to Loose Lips
I groaned pitifully as I slowly came awake. Surprisingly I didn’t feel quite as bad as I thought I should considering the beating I had taken the night before. My throat was as dry as the desert and I wished that I had the foresight to set a glass of water on the stand next to my bed. However, Buffy had drugged me in effort to help me sleep and I had been too groggy to think clearly enough to remember.
If I remembered correctly, Buffy had said there were some sort of healing herbs in the tea she had given me, maybe that’s why I wasn’t as stiff and sore as I had been the night before. I remained on my back as I reached up to touch the right side of my face. Last night it had been swollen and hurt to touch, now it was just tender and the swelling had gone down. That tea must have been some pretty good stuff and I wondered if I could talk Buffy into getting me a supply of my own. It would be handy for some of my rougher cases.
For several long minutes I contemplated actually getting out of bed and doing something with the day, but I honestly didn’t want to do anything. Staying in bed and letting the world turn on its own for twenty-four hours sounded like the best idea I’d had in years. My body, on the other hand, had other ideas as my full bladder made itself known. I sighed and went into my tiny bathroom to take care of business.
When I exited, Buffy was standing in the doorway with a glass of water.
“You are a wonderful woman,” I said, reaching out for the heavenly nectar. I took a large gulp and my throat was instantly grateful.
“It’s a side effect of the tea. The pain reliever and boost in healing is great, but it dehydrates you a little,” Buffy explained with a smile. “Not a bad trade off in my book.”
I nodded my head. “It’s definitely impressive. Think I could get a batch of my own?”
She smiled at me and I felt my subconscious poke at me for some reason. “I’ll talk to Willow. Don’t be surprised if you receive a long lecture on its proper use and suggested dosages.”
“I’m good at following instructions,” I assured her.
One golden eyebrow arched as her lips twisted into a smirk. “Not from what I’ve heard. Karrin has told me all sorts of stories.”
“All greatly exaggerated,” I said with a huff before downing nearly half the glass of water.
“I’m sure,” she said with a patronizing smile. “Now get back in bed, you still need rest to finish healing. The tea is still doing its job and it works better if you’re resting.”
I grumbled good-naturedly but climbed back into bed. It wouldn’t do to let on that it had been my original plan for the day all along. “Are you going to keep providing me water?” I asked sweetly before drinking the last of the water. I really was thirsty, she hadn’t been exaggerating on that side effect.
“If you’re a good boy,” she promised with a sunny smile and I felt an invisible tug on my heart. She turned to go back out the door, only to turn back to face me. “I expect romance.”
“What?” I asked, confused beyond belief. What did romance have to do with my glass of water?
“Once you’re better, I expect romance. The whole nine yards. That’s what it will take to keep seeing that smile on my face.” Then she turned and went into the front of my apartment.
What the hell was she talking about? I furiously went over the events last night mentally and forced my way through the drugged haze of the tea. There was a vague memory of Buffy helping me to bed and it seemed to mostly focus on her smiling face. The blood drained from my own as I remembered babbling about wanting to receive that look every day.
I haven’t had a lot of experience with women, and there were huge dry spells between each one. Asking out one that I’m attracted to is only slightly less scary than facing down a room filled with angry Denarians. But this time I had an added advantage, this one had shown her interest which made the prospect of asking her out only slightly less scary.
Time to suck it up and put on your big boy pants, Harry. There’s a chance that the dry spell of your love life could very well be over. She wanted romance? I could do that, no problem.
Fandom: BtVS/Dresden Files (books)
Word Count: 788
Prompt: #351 Parched
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, settings, or fandoms. They are the property of their respective creators and companies.
Summary: Wizards, in general, make lousy patients.
A/N: Sequel to Loose Lips
I groaned pitifully as I slowly came awake. Surprisingly I didn’t feel quite as bad as I thought I should considering the beating I had taken the night before. My throat was as dry as the desert and I wished that I had the foresight to set a glass of water on the stand next to my bed. However, Buffy had drugged me in effort to help me sleep and I had been too groggy to think clearly enough to remember.
If I remembered correctly, Buffy had said there were some sort of healing herbs in the tea she had given me, maybe that’s why I wasn’t as stiff and sore as I had been the night before. I remained on my back as I reached up to touch the right side of my face. Last night it had been swollen and hurt to touch, now it was just tender and the swelling had gone down. That tea must have been some pretty good stuff and I wondered if I could talk Buffy into getting me a supply of my own. It would be handy for some of my rougher cases.
For several long minutes I contemplated actually getting out of bed and doing something with the day, but I honestly didn’t want to do anything. Staying in bed and letting the world turn on its own for twenty-four hours sounded like the best idea I’d had in years. My body, on the other hand, had other ideas as my full bladder made itself known. I sighed and went into my tiny bathroom to take care of business.
When I exited, Buffy was standing in the doorway with a glass of water.
“You are a wonderful woman,” I said, reaching out for the heavenly nectar. I took a large gulp and my throat was instantly grateful.
“It’s a side effect of the tea. The pain reliever and boost in healing is great, but it dehydrates you a little,” Buffy explained with a smile. “Not a bad trade off in my book.”
I nodded my head. “It’s definitely impressive. Think I could get a batch of my own?”
She smiled at me and I felt my subconscious poke at me for some reason. “I’ll talk to Willow. Don’t be surprised if you receive a long lecture on its proper use and suggested dosages.”
“I’m good at following instructions,” I assured her.
One golden eyebrow arched as her lips twisted into a smirk. “Not from what I’ve heard. Karrin has told me all sorts of stories.”
“All greatly exaggerated,” I said with a huff before downing nearly half the glass of water.
“I’m sure,” she said with a patronizing smile. “Now get back in bed, you still need rest to finish healing. The tea is still doing its job and it works better if you’re resting.”
I grumbled good-naturedly but climbed back into bed. It wouldn’t do to let on that it had been my original plan for the day all along. “Are you going to keep providing me water?” I asked sweetly before drinking the last of the water. I really was thirsty, she hadn’t been exaggerating on that side effect.
“If you’re a good boy,” she promised with a sunny smile and I felt an invisible tug on my heart. She turned to go back out the door, only to turn back to face me. “I expect romance.”
“What?” I asked, confused beyond belief. What did romance have to do with my glass of water?
“Once you’re better, I expect romance. The whole nine yards. That’s what it will take to keep seeing that smile on my face.” Then she turned and went into the front of my apartment.
What the hell was she talking about? I furiously went over the events last night mentally and forced my way through the drugged haze of the tea. There was a vague memory of Buffy helping me to bed and it seemed to mostly focus on her smiling face. The blood drained from my own as I remembered babbling about wanting to receive that look every day.
I haven’t had a lot of experience with women, and there were huge dry spells between each one. Asking out one that I’m attracted to is only slightly less scary than facing down a room filled with angry Denarians. But this time I had an added advantage, this one had shown her interest which made the prospect of asking her out only slightly less scary.
Time to suck it up and put on your big boy pants, Harry. There’s a chance that the dry spell of your love life could very well be over. She wanted romance? I could do that, no problem.
