Spring Entries and Hot Tea*long obs*

[MissMercy]

So, what I’ve been doing since I don’t tend to get on as much is logging my obs in my computer and then uploading them for all to see. Sharing is caring after all. I’m fairly sure that R knows what I’m doing, he has starting giving me shifty glances when I pull out my laptop.

I’ve written about my boyfriend-lover-consort-thing, R, before so I’ll only do a simple description: short and slight, a tad pale with dark eyes and longish black hair. His is susceptible to colds, allergies and earl grey tea. He pretty much fills my ob world.

Today’s Entry:

We are standing in the garage and looking in the fridge (since we live with a lot of people, we need two of those suckers). I’m trying to deciding what I’m going to make for my lunch tomorrow, since I leave for work so early I had no time in the morning to make one. R decides that this is a good time to verbally go over every leftover we have in there, so he crouches down to get a better look. During this, my mind decides that soup looks really good, ironically just as he’s naming it off.

“There’s also the souphahh-“ The last two words run together as his breath hitches. He stands and steps away with his back to me, is silent for a few seconds,

“Hh’AtSCHOO!”

“Bless you.” I also damn him mentally for turning away.

“Thank you.” Turning, he gives an approving nod at my food of choice and goes inside the house.

Today’s Entry:

Early morning light seeps in through the great window as I stir awake. I fight against the compulsion to look at the time wince I know that my alarm will ring soon. R's legs are tangled in mine, one arm draped over my stomach, his forehead rests against my shoulder. He likes to sleep either almost on top of me or holding onto some part of me, says it's a great comfort.

So I listen to his breathing, his breath warm on my arm as I contemplate what my remaining time in bed may be when his breathing changes.

"Ng...hhh..." He raises his head a fraction, removing his arm as,

"Hhh...ehhh..." his breath hitches again, one hand cups his nose and mouth,

"Hhnn...E'kstchh!....Hhehh'EKTSCHH!" His body jerks against mine, the hand still at his face as he blinks at me.

"Bless you."

He sniffles, rubbing at his nose like it's not done with him. I chuckle as he lays back against me, a sigh escaping him. I move to roll over, certain that it's almost time to get up. His hand tightens on me and he snuggles closer, murmuring something I can't quite hear. He sniffles again, sharper, his hand goes back to his face and he groans,

"Heh-hehH'Ehtschooo!" This one is louder and wet sounding, he rolls over and grabs at a tissue.

My alarm goes off.

R buries his head under his pillow.

"I demand fifteen more minutes." He mutters.

Today’s Entry:

I think he’s getting sick again. All evening he’s been sniffling and rubbing at his nose, a light cough accompanies these motions. He mentions a headache and takes some pills, curling up on the couch with a gray blanket as I make dinner (tomato basil soup). I can see him from the kitchen as he opens a book on his lap, one hand making a quick grab at a tissue. Folding it in half he blows his nose a few times and I turn away or else I’ll burn the soup. But I have to keep stealing glances back over at him, he seems half absorbed in his book but his face is telling a different story. I can always tell that he has to sneeze by the way his brows furrow, a small crease forming between his eyes. At time his eyes will flutter shut, that crease deepening as his lips part and the slightest breath will escape him, barely audible. Either the sneeze will come or he will rub at his nose, a frustrated sound coming from his throat.

This happens a good two to three times as I am making dinner and twice more as we eat. It’s incredibly distracting, I try not to look at him too much because it makes him incredibly self-conscious and R hates being the center of attention. I feel on edge, trying keep my focus on my mug of dark red deliciousness but it’s a challenge. Eventually, he takes a sharp breath and quickly buries his face in a tissue,

“H’HaTChoo!” I’m about to bless him when he quickly dissolves into a rapid fire fit,

“Hh’Itsch! Itschh! TscH! IIstch!” His hair has swept forward and obscures his face, I hear him sniffle a few times, and they sound more liquid then before.

“Bless you.” I say as he raises his head. His eyes are watery and red rimmed, one knuckle pressed into the base of his nose like a precaution. He says not a word and I sweep back a lock of hair behind one of his ears and kiss his forehead. He huffs out a breath, leaning slightly into my touch before rising from his seat. The look lingers about his face as he takes his bowl into the kitchen but nothing else comes of it. I feel tad stunned, like I have just grabbed onto a lighting rod. A grin comes onto my face and I look down at my mug smiling at this good fortune that has landed in my lap.

Or rather, in my bed.

...I hope he's sick. >_>

Edited April 6, 2014 by MissMercy

[Snufaleeze]

Hoooomygosh! Dude. You are one lucky person.

[Hibiscus]

I almost feel bad for saying this, but I hope he's sick too. Sharing is indeed caring, and don't you forget that! Thank you for posting!

[Fen]

As I lay in my bed reading this, I was hoping a sneezy beau's arms and legs were tangled in mine. Damn that was a beautiful first ob, descriptive, painted a beautiful picture of your seemingly amazing boyfriend.

"They sound more liquid than before". Lovely, lovely description.

Sounds like he's pretty sick.

[Fen]

As I lay in my bed reading this, I was hoping a sneezy beau's arms and legs were tangled in mine. Damn that was a beautiful first ob, descriptive, painted a beautiful picture of your seemingly amazing boyfriend.

"They sound more liquid than before". Lovely, lovely description in the second ob.

Sounds like he's pretty sick.

[MissMercy]

Thanks everyone for the feedback! I've jotted down a bit more with what seems to be more to come.

Enjoy!

The first indication of illness in R is how much he sleeps. So when I see him this afternoon, passed out in the bed, his shoes kicked haphazardly to the side as he snores into the pillow, I smile to myself.

I also make a mental note to stock up on DayQuil. This being said, R sleeps away most of the evening and well into dusk.

I’m lying on the sofa watching a movies, upstairs is still hot and the breeze down here is nice. I hear slow steps come down the stairs, heavy and perhaps still sleep laden. R appears over the top of the white sofa, looking like death slightly warmed over. His eyes are small puffy slits at he rubs at, his nose chapped and pink. He has since changed out of his work attire and into oversized sleep wear that hangs from his slight frame.

“Wanna sit down?”

“No…’m okay.” His words slur together, his voice raspy. The crease has appeared in between his eyes once more as he clears his throat. I sit up, cupping one hand to his cheek as he closes his eyes, a muscle jumping in his cheek.

“I-“He manages one word before a hitch in his breath cuts it off. R jerks away from my hand, turns and sneezes away from me.

“IIhhhhstschooo! …Hit’SCHH!” The action looks tiring, he wipes at his nose with a tissue that he had crumpled up in his palm.

“Oh baby,” I can’t help it, the caretaker just oozes out of me as I stand and take his hand in mine, “You need more rest.” R leans forward into me, forehead pressed into my shoulder. I coax him upstairs and he is leaning on me, practically falling asleep on the way. The light must have caught him wrong, or maybe just right, as we enter the room because he dissolves into a rapid fit,

“Eh..H’KEhsct! ITSCH! IHTSCH! Tsst! Ttsch!” They all land into his fist, dry, full of itch and unsatisfied. I can tell because his face still holds that promise. He rubs so hard at his nose, it’s like he’s trying to rub it off his face, then fluffing and refluffing his pillow. I say nothing, irritation coming off of him like waves, as he climbs back into bed. His face is buried in his pillow, which catches a few more muffeled sneezes,

“K’Mptch! Mm’PTchuh!”

“Bless you.” I say as he raises his head a tad, nose twitching. His face still wears that desperate look, his nostril’s flaring madly as his eyes close. I can’t look away as he dangles on the edge of the release he seems to need so badly but it just doesn't happen.

R mutters a few choice words and I go to fetch him some NyQuil.

***

[SpookyBoi]

Awwww so cute!

[jezebel215]

these are great obs and beautifully written

[Psyneezy]

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, he sounds like the cutest thing!

[MissMercy]

Thanks to everyone who has commented and enjoyed. I have a bit more today to toss out there before I rush out of the house.

The former entry happened a while ago and I didn’t document much else about the cold. Boo

Today’s Entry:

Since R likes to sleep so much, it’s always surprising when he is awake before I am. Half awake, I am laying with my head in his lap, his hand rests on my shoulder.

I never know quite what it is but I suspect that it’s due to the evil fact that I leave the windows open all the time. The same windows that overlook our budding garden. Whichever it is, R has been taking to sneezing early in the morning, sometime having full on fits. It’s like every other day or so that this has been happening. Today seems to come on slow, one long finger rubs under his nose although the sneeze has already muffled his features. R’s abdomen flexes with the effort of trying to hold it back, it’s a soundless action that quickly gets away from him.

“Huhh…” He buries his face into the crook of his arm, “Hh’Ktsch!”

I squeeze his thigh slightly as he rubs his nose on his wrist. Since it’s a day off for both of us, we lounge around in bed a bit longer before getting up. I watch him from the corner of my eyes but nothing else really happens. Call it a fetish sixth sense but I feel like more will happen later on, so I always kinda have an eye on him. Not really hard to do since R takes to being in my general vicinity almost all the time. This being said, we do have some roommates and they don’t know about my fetish.

We’re in the kitchen, R’s hands are full of soap as he washes dishes, occasionally glancing out of the garden window that’s sitting before him. I’m leaning against the counter, talking with one of our roommates, Y. I’m so absorbed in this conversation that I miss the initial signs, however R quickly turns his head away from us,

“Hh’K’TCHOO!” It’s a sharp and painful sound. R’s hands are still hovering over the sink, his head still facing away. I can hear the slight catching of his breath for a moment and as I reach for a hand towel for him, he does it again.

“HhhIHSCHOO!” Trying not to blush or do anything odd, I gently tap his side and hand him the towel.

“Did that hurt? It sounded like it hurt.” Y comments, one eyebrow raised. I feel very small and invisible all of the sudden, in person I don’t talk about sneezing at all. If like if it gets mentioned, a neon sign pops over my head that screams SHE LIKES IT!

In short, I want to run away upstairs or melt into a puddle.

“It did.” R discards the used towel and grabs a Kleenex (we have boxes in every room). He shrugs one shoulder and blows his nose.

“I blame Spring.”

[irishsneezeandkisses]

R sounds adorable!! Your life is like a sneezefic. I love reading this!

[squealofapproval]

This is nice.

Oh who am I kidding I love this!

Edited April 24, 2014 by Awko the taco

[Hibiscus]

This is too good to be true.

[ellierazionelle]

This:

"Trying not to blush or do anything odd"

and this:

“I feel very small and invisible all of the sudden, in person I don’t talk about sneezing at all. If like if it gets mentioned, a neon sign pops over my head that screams SHE LIKES IT!"

I can relate to entirely. I am the same.

Also, I love the way you write.