"Aww, my boyfriend's so cute!"

who: Caleb and Jamie
where: her house
when: afternoon

Caleb had been walking around for a while. He'd sort of...wandered until he didn't have anyplace else to wander to then he'd gone towards Jamie's. He'd stopped off at the island to drop jewelry into the water first though, and of course kept his eyes open for anything. He just wasn't stupid enough to think he would find the thing that attacked Tensiel in broad daylight. He did see a cat or two, kind of like Jamie had described but they'd been wandering around, no big deal. He didn't think they looked feral or anything. Either way, he picked her a flower on the way over, something that he hadn't consciously thought about, but was there in his hand as he approached her window. He could have gone for the front door, but he didn't know if her grandfather would be there, and he didn't want to confuse the guy. Particularly not when his head was such a fucking mess.

Jamie wasn't having a good day. She'd slept fitfully, finally waking up around three AM with the screaming knowledge that oh no she was not okay. Her entire body hurt, like a fluy ache but a good ten times worse. The bites and scratches burned, and she kept swinging back and forth from violent chills to burning fever. In summary? She was a very sick girl. A very sick girl who had already attempted the walk to the medicine cabinet three times and nearly fainted upon standing. So she was also a very stranded, sick girl. Her glazed eyes ticked absently along the ceiling, following the rainbow-swirls of color that she knew weren't really there... but they were so very pretty. She reached up for them, tracing them in mid-air with her fingertips.

Caleb saw movement, and that's when he pushed open the window. "Hey, Jamie, I wasn't sure if you were going to be awake--" he stopped, after he'd climbed in and he eyed her. "Jesus, you look like hell." he observed.

She jumped slightly, wincing. Ow, sudden movements bad. "Caleb?" she asked uncertainly, her voice raspy. She'd actually been wanting a glass of water for hours now, but that whole... stranded thing... yeah. It wasn't happening. Jamie propped herself up on wobbly elbows to gaze at him with feverish eyes. She did, indeed, look like hell. Shit, actually. Her face was sickly pale, there were dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was wild and clung to her head from sweat. She was still wearing just an oversized t-shirt that had hiked up to mid-thigh sometime during her restless movements. It was quite obvious she hadn't made it out of bed yet today.

"Yeah..." he said, frowning at her as he pushed off the windowsil to head over. He dropped the flower onto her nightstand, forgetting about it completely and instead he reached out to touch his fingers to her forehead. "You're really fucking sick, Jamie, when did this happen?" she'd sounded fine on the phone...jeeze. This couldn't all be from a cat attack, could it? And fuck, those looked worse than he would have thought.

She followed his fingers with her eyes, crossing them for her effort. And ohh, she was dizzy. Her arms wobbled dangerously before she toppled over completely with a tiny groan. "Last night... 'round three, I think."

He was officially worried. Which had him automatically arranging her back on the bed. "Where's your thermometer? And what can I get you?" he asked. Beyond a trip to the fucking hospital, which he was seriously considering at this point.

"Bathroom... in the medicine cabinet," she answered. Direct questions were nice. His other one was a little confusing. "Water, maybe..?" Jamie's eyes drifted from his cute-worried face back to the pretty color swirls.

He nodded, hesitating, then he went to get her a glass of water and he dug through the medicine cabinet to grab...a few things. The thermometer, aspirin, and a cool damp washcloth for her head. Bringing those things back, he sat down on the edge of her bed, and handed her the water. "Here." he said, and he tapped aspirin out onto his hand too to give to her.

It took a monumental effort on her part to tilt her head up the tiny bit necessary to drink water without, oh... drowning. She drank it greedily, only just realizing how thirsty she was now that she actually had water to drink. She took the aspirin and swallowed it, too, making a face at the taste. But, water! Hurray! She finished the entire glass and handed it to him, plopping back on the mattress with a happy sigh. Oh, that had made her entire day. Yay, water and awesome water delivering boyfriends!

He took the glass from her when she was done and set it aside, putting the cloth on her forehead, then holding out the thermometer for her. "Open." he said, going to put it beneath her tongue. He didn't know they still even made these. But then she lived with her grandfather, that was probably why she had one.

Jamie opened her mouth obediently, closing it when the thermometer was placed in her mouth. Her eyes had crossed again at the effort of following the cloth now resting on her forehead, and that made her feel mildly dizzy. But the cloth felt very good, actually, and she made a happy little noise, giving his hand a little nuzzle before he could draw it away.

Caleb let her, still looking down at her with a very worried expression. "Have you gotten any sleep?" he asked. He started looking her over for other things. "Let me see where you were scratched up..." he added. What him looking at it was going to do, who knew. Sure, he knew a good amount about caring for injuries, particularly of the laceration variety, but he wasn't a doctor.

She eyed him with confusion, wondering how she was supposed to answer with the thermometer still in her mouth. Maybe it was one of those questions you weren't supposed to answer? Jamie offered him her right arm, wrist up and exposed to show him the bite there. It was mostly covered with a bandage, but a few of the lighter scratches were visible. The entire area was obviously swollen and nastily bruised purple.

He didn't like it, and he started to carefully unwrap the bandage so he could see the wounds directly. They really didn't look any better than the light scratches suggested they would, and he swore softly under his breath. "You should probably go have this looked at..." he started, knowing she wouldn't like that plan.

Jamie glared at him, very unhappy with that idea. "No! I hate the doctor!" she stated petulantly. "And we don't have the money, either," she added, mostly as an afterthought. "'mnot dying or anything. 'mokay."

Caleb grabbed the thermometer out of her mouth and eyed it. "Sure you are. You're burning up." he pointed out. "And aren't there clinics around here that would pay for you? Like, sliding scale shit, or shouldn't you be covered by something? He thought she should be, since she was still a minor and her guardian had to have medicade or something. "You look like you've got a bad infection, and you're feverish, Jamie. That's not good."

Damn his logic and her fevered, non-cooperative brain. She frowned at him, crossing her arms across her chest as she tried not to shiver. Darnit. It was getting cold in here all of a sudden. "Fever just means m'body's fighting the infection," she mumbled. "'sides, I can't walk. 'mstuck in bed, so I can't go to the doctor." There! She defeated his logic! ...hopefully.

"Because there aren't things available like cabs or anything." Caleb said dryly. "...or my brother. He's got a car." And Caleb even had his number now and everything. Hopefully he'd be available... but he had to get her to agree first. "We could bring you in and it'd be okay. I just don't think you look very well at all. Did the animal control people call you back?" Were you coherent enough to know?

She eyed him warily, suddenly realizing that yes, he really did plan to take her to a doctor. Which would involve getting out of her comfy bed, somehow not killing herself in the shower, and putting on uncomfortable, restrictive clothes... and then walking to a car, lasting through the car ride, and then walking into a doctor's office. Just the thought of all that had her exhausted. "'mnot sure," Jamie murmured in answer to his question, glancing towards her innocent looking cell phone. "I don't think it's rung any today."

Caleb reached over to take her phone, checking to see if she had any messages or missed calls. She did have one, and he checked it, feeling a little like a jerk for doing that on her phone. Listening to the message, he shut it. "They called...said it wasn't rabid, but that you should go get checked out anyhow." he said. Actually, they'd said they 'still urge her to seek medical attention'. Which meant they must have said so yesterday, which she hadn't done.

"'mokay," Jamie insisted. "Honest. Just need to rest a day! I'll be good and sleep and everything, just don't make me go to the doctor," she pleaded. "Pleaseeee Caleb. I hate the doctor. What if they make me go to the hospital? I don't wanna go to the hospital!" Because thinking of the worst case scenario was just something she always did. Being sick didn't shut off that part of her brain.

Caleb sighed, looking pained. "Jamie, you're really sick, possibly infected, and I'm sure you're supposed to get a shot of some description. You should get antibiotics, or something and this is really shortly after you got this thing." he pointed out, gesturing to her arm. "So whatever you might have, it's working fast." Which made him incredibly unhappy with the situation.

She didn't say anything to that. Just turned her gaze away from him to stare miserably at the ceiling. Her heart sank. Damnit. She hated the doctor. And there was no way in hell the trip there was going to be pleasant, considering how much difficulty she was having just sitting up.

"C'mon. Please? I'll call my brother and we'll get you there." he promised, voice soft and quiet. Yes, he was worried. And what the fuck was it with his girls getting all hurt? Ten, now Jamie...this was fucked up. Massively. He was not a fan.

What she wanted, more than anything, was to curl up under her blankets and sleep. She was achey and sore and getting colder by the second, and the thought of leaving her comfy, warm bed to get up, put on restrictive girl clothes and leave the house exhausted her. But... he had that worried puppy look on his face, and he was doing the soft-quiet voice that made her stomach do backflips. Jamie looked over at him, uncertain. "Can we wait first? Maybe the aspirin will do something," she said, her voice small. She really didn't want to go to the doctor.

Caleb didn't want her not to. He had trouble going against her voice when it was like that though. Like it'd be kicking a puppy if he did. "...fine, but if you're still sick tomorrow, I'm taking you there if I have to fucking carry you." he informed her. And he meant it, too.

She nodded quickly, very relieved. Yes, that worked. She could agree to that! Except... "Please no carrying," Jamie laughed weakly, throwing her arm over her eyes. "I have weird screaming panic attacks if my feet aren't on a solid surface."

He looked over. "...seriously?" he asked, wondering if that was the truth, or if she was delirious. That seemed like an incredibly weird thing to be panicky about, but then again, he didn't exactly have normal types of fears either.

Jamie nodded. "It's kind of like... a fear of heights? And falling. At the same time. If my feet leave the ground and I'm not on something solid like a bed I lose it." She peered at him from under her arm, smiling wanly. "I'd make a really crappy damsel in distress, if I ever tried to be one. No heroic carrying when it comes to me."

Caleb's mind actually went somewhere else. Like being thankful he hadn't done something he'd wanted to when she'd visited him at the store. A very faint blush rose on his cheeks. "That's very good to know." he said, leaning back against the wall as he eyed her. Yep. Very good information.

She stared at him contemplatively for a moment. Even fever stricken, she was still a teenager. Jamie snickered quietly, dropping her arm back over her eyes. And if she got a little color on her cheeks? Well, blame it on the fever! "I guess it's also bad for other things, too."

He flashed a sheepish little half smile at her. "Yeah. That's kind of what I was thinking." he admitted. Because c'mon. He might as well own up, right? that's where his mind had gone, and that was just how it was. Oh well. He was attracted. That had been established.

Really, she would admit it disappointed her a little, that they'd never be able to do whatever it was he'd had in mind. Because it probably would have been really fun. She would also admit that she found it incredibly endearing that he was capable of thinking about such things when she looked like Hell. It said a lot about him, at least in her mind. "Mmph. Can't believe you can even think of that stuff when I look like death warmed over," she murmured.

"You're still beautiful." Caleb informed her. "Sure, you're a little rough around the edges right now, but you weren't yesterday. When you visited me, and there were interesting distractions." he pointed out. "I have a good memory."

She laughed softly. Oh, total warm fuzzies. Beautiful? That one word could make a girl feel ten times better. "Very interesting distractions," Jamie agreed, trying not to let her mind drift to yesterday and failing miserably. Mm, now her neck was all tingly where she remembered the scraping of his teeth... "I have a good memory, too, apparently." And look at her, talking all coherent! Water plus aspirin equalled awesome, for whatever sickness she had.

He smirked at her. "Do you now." he said. It was fun to see though. He wondered if he'd actually distracted her for a second there, just bringing it up. If so, he was rather proud of himself.

"Pfft, don't sound so smug." She could hear the smirk in his voice, and when she moved her arm to look at him? Yep, there it was. In all it's sexy, distracting glory. "If I remember this tomorrow, I'll pay you back. You remember what I did yesterday? Yeah, that was easy, Mister. I'm sure I can do worse." Total empty threat right now though. She might have been more coherent, and the color swirls were gone, but that didn't mean she was suddenly feeling up to hopping out of bed, plopping in his lap and doing something hormonally cruel.

"What? I'm not allowed to be amused that you seem to be damned distracted?" he asked. "Even though you're all sick and shouldn't be? I think that says something." Okay maybe all it said was she was into him pretty seriously, but still. He was choosing to think he'd at least done something right.

Jamie scoffed, but she was smiling, just a teensy bit. "I'm sick, not dead." And she was firmly of the opinion that when his smirk failed to have her heart racing and memories of being pressed up against furniture and nibbled on didn't have her blood heating, then she would be dying. Which meant that this thing she had now? Not the slightest bit dangerous. Hm, speaking of furniture... "I noticed somethin' yesterday," she began casually, moving her arm completely to look at him with a curious gleam in her eye.

Caleb paused and eyed her, now a touch warily. "...okaaaay?" he asked. "And?" he prompted, not sure at all if he wanted to be having this conversation while she was sick. Because it was probably a bad idea. Like, a really bad one. but then he was well known for his fucking stupid ideas around her.

She considered her wording very carefully, and then decided she didn't really care how she said it, after all. Let him get all sputtery. "You like pushing me against immovable objects. Walls and counters so far," Jamie pointed out with a tiny half-smirk. And she was blushing, just a little.

That had Caleb fully blushing. He might not have actively noticed that, but it was certainly true. He eyed her. "Yeah, I guess I do." he admitted, because psh. He couldn't deny it. Like, at all. He really did have to just own up to it. He did. Maybe he liked having her trapped, which was probably a really really creepy thing, but oh well.

She eyed him thoughtfully, because that? Didn't really explain much at all. She still had questions. And she was sick, so all nosy pushy prodding could be blamed on that, right? Heh. Right! (Witness her take advantage!) "Why?" she prodded, the little half-smirk growing. It was quite obvious she wasn't bothered or creeped out.

Cue fidgeting. "I don't know. Can't I just like it because I like it?" he asked. He knew that so wasn't going to work. She'd want a better answer than 'because'. He would have dug one out of her.

Jamie gave him a Look, with amused undertones. "Nuh uh. Spill, mister." She so wasn't dropping this.

He groaned. "Not fair." he said. "You're sick and I can't tell you no." he pointed out. "Fine. I think I like having you trapped. Just a little. I don't know, it's probably fucked up, but that's me." He sooo couldn't hold his gaze on her but it kept straying back. What it probably boiled down to was a power thing, even if he didn't know if that was really truth, or just what it seemed like. Something about control, or the position, or the fact that she couldn't go anywhere...it sort of all played in, but it was difficult to even begin to describe.

She considered it. Or, well, pretended to, because she was feeling a little mean today. She'd already thought about it a good deal, at least before she'd gotten all sick, and she'd come to that conclusion herself. And she really wasn't bothered. She trusted Caleb, after all. "It's not fucked up. 'skinky, that's all," Jamie declared with a nod. Hell, she'd already discovered she liked being bitten. Being pushed up against things was also apparently something that got her revved up.

"That kind of plays into the definition of 'kinky', dear." Caleb said, shaking his head. "Sorta the whole thing, really. That's kind of what it is, as a general rule." Though at least she didn't look too horrified. That was a plus, right? He thought so.

"Nonono. There's a difference," Jamie insisted. "'Fucked up' is stuff that's squicky and I don't wanna do. 'Kinky' is stuff I'm okay with." 'Okay' was actually kind of an understatement here. It was... interesting. Yes! That was a carefully neutral word. "This falls under 'kinky'," she assured him. And then she shot him a happy, beaming smile. "Hey, you called me 'dear'. That's so sweet!" Aww, she wished he was closer so she could get all snuggly with him. But then, she wasn't really at her best right now (even if he'd said she was still beautiful) so she understood him not wanting to snuggle with a sick girl.

Caleb rolled his eyes. "You're weird when you're sick." he pointed out. "And I still don't know if you're really right..." he trailed off. "But if you're not complaining, then that's probably a good thing." Because he didn't actually plan on altering the way he did things. He didn't stop to think about it in the first place, so he'd have to consciously decide not to push her up against things.

"Hey!" Jamie pouted at him. "I'm always this weird. Usually my brain just filters all this stuff before I say it first." Usually. Because there had been several times when very embarrassing things had just slipped out of her mouth when she'd felt comfortable around him. "And I'm definitely not complaining," she agreed with a tiny smile. "I just wanted to know if it was coincidence or not." And she was glad it wasn't. Probably too glad, but she wasn't going to stop to contemplate what that said about her right now. She'd do that when she was less feverish.

"Not coincidence." Caleb confirmed. "Though I guess now I have to be careful not to try to say...put you on the countertop or properly pin you up against the wall." Which was a crying shame, really. Yeah, that was something that he was going to regret not being able to do at all. Really really regret. Damnit.

She fidgeted in place for a moment, gaze drifting away from him. Because that was sooo distracting and totally unfair of him to say out loud. Jamie rolled over onto her side to better look at him, trying not to blush. "Well, maybe one day. I'm sure it's probably healthy to work on fixing my phobias, right?" Besides, just him lifting one of her legs had done crazy, stomach flipping, melty things to her insides. It had been insanely exciting, in a terrifying sort of way.

"Probably." Caleb agreed. "Though you realize if you freaked out in the middle of something like that that it might scar me for life and I wouldn't be able to go through with anything ever again, right?" he asked. Because that would be bad. Her freaking out in the middle of making out would probably really fuck with his head. He'd already been accused of being a rapist before, that would...there'd be badness.

"Oh, I don't like that idea at all," Jamie murmured, discouraged. "Nevermind. No lifting. Lifting bad." Because she really, really didn't like the idea of him losing all the touching-without-twitching progress he'd made so far. ...and she'd miss the making out, too, of course.

"'Course if we did a little at a time when we weren't in the middle of things, might be able to work yourself up to it." He said conversationally. Because he didn't particularly want to limit things. Not when he had such strong urges in that direction.

She eyed him thoughtfully. "I can't believe we're talking about working past my phobia so we can have hotter make out sessions." Jamie considered it, however, then nodded. "Kay. Works for me." She paused again, feeling heat creep into her cheeks. "I liked that leg lifting thing," she admitted. "It was scary, but at the same time..." Yeah. Wasn't she all kinds of open today?

"Well, if you don't want to think about hotter make out sessions, we can always talk about bringing you to the hospital again." Caleb replied. Then he grinned at her. "Oh yeah?" he asked, of course inviting her to clarify more.

"Nonono! Hospitals are bad!" Jamie shook her head quickly, sounding genuinely distressed. And they were not at all warm-stomach flipping-distracting to think about. They just made her a little queasy. She huffed at him, crossing her arms across her chest. It wasn't very intimidating, considering she was... well, horizontal at the moment. "'mnot telling you now. You were mean and brought up hospitals!"

"I was just putting in perspective." Caleb said. "C'mon...please?" he asked, and he did in fact turn on the puppy eyes for her. While it appeared that he was just having a normal, playful conversation with her, he was actually paying attention. He was watching that she was coherent and seemed to be alright. Feverish, sure, but maybe she would be okay.

Normally, she could have blown off his puppy eyes easily. She found his smirk to be a far superior 'getting her to cave in' expression. But for some reason, today, she found it horribly cute and endearing. "Aww, my boyfriend's so cute," Jamie gushed, happy. "Okay, I'll tell you. Um, what do you want to know about it?"

Caleb was under the impression that Jamie didn't have an internal dialogue today, that everything that might stomp through her brain came out her mouth. The cute comment had him blushing a tad though. "I dunno, anything you want to? You were the one who mentioned it."

She considered what to say, not that it did any good in the long run. Things were flying out of her mouth regardless of what her brain had to say on the matter. Why did she bother, really? Hopefully she wouldn't be too mortified about all this tomorrow. "It was scary, because I was afraid I was gonna fall, but at the same time, it was really exciting. I knew you wouldn't drop me," Jamie explained matter-of-factly. "I think when you lifted my leg all the 'slow down' thoughts died."

"So you actually did have them, and I just managed to kill them that fast?" Caleb asked. Okay, he should shut up now and quit talking about this shit, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to know!

"Well, it was right after you did that that I started thinking 'ooh, naked would be a good idea,'" Jamie explained. "So I figure that was it. I thought I was gonna melt." Witness her brain filters fail yet again! Hurray! Good thing she was too giddily out of it to care.

That had him blinking at her. Oookaaaay that was just amazingly good to know, and damn. Seriously, just woah. Wheee, they needed a new conversation! They did. Massively. His brain didn't want to focus past certain aspects of this one, and it was utterly pointless with her being so sick. Well, unless you counted that she seemed to be offering up any kind of information he may want...

She reached out to poke at his stomach, nearly toppling out of the bed in the process. Ooh, that would be bad. No more doing that! ...until she forgot. "Hey, y're not allowed to get broken," Jamie complained. "I don't have a boy manual yet, an' I'm too sick to fix you."

He reached out to help steady her. "Lay back." he said. "No trying to poke me today." he added. "And besides, I'm not broken, I'm just contemplating." Really he was. "I think I'm still slightly amazed that things went as far as they did."

Jamie pouted. "But I like poking you," she said, her voice small. And then she was distracted, thinking of Friday. Friday night had been very nice, arguments and spaz attacks aside. "Me too, still, but it doesn't bother me s'much now. I trust you. And 'mnew at this stuff, so I just gotta figure myself out and then I'll be okay. No more spazzes. Promise!" she declared happily.

Caleb wondered if the aspirin he'd given her had really been a secret stash of something heavy. "Well, I'm glad it doesn't bother you as much anymore." He said. that was good, right? In theory. "No more spazzes, check. At least you..." he paused. "You did have a good time, right?"

That earned him a Look. Or a weaker version of one, at the very least. "What kinda question is that? Honestly," Jamie huffed, rolling her eyes. And ohh, that was bad. Dizziness. "'course I did... silly boy," she murmured softly, closing her eyes to fight back the sudden dizzy spell. Whoa.

Frowning, he sighed, and started tugging her covers up around her more firmly. "Lay back, Jamie." he said, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ears. "You should get sleep."

She opened her eyes to look at him, confused. "Don't wanna," she murmured stubbornly. "Just got dizzy for a second, that's all." She reached out to grab his hand with her injured arm, threading her fingers through his. "You're not gonna leave yet, are you?" she asked, her voice suddenly tiny. And if she'd been one hundred percent well, she would have kicked herself for even considering saying that out loud... but right now, the last thing she wanted was to be left alone again.

He noted the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice, and he gave her hand a very gentle squeeze back. "No, I'll stick around for a while." he promised. At least until she fell asleep. Then he'd have to go, he had to check on Tensiel again and everything. For now he had time to spare, though.

Jamie made a happy noise and immediately began to snuggle with his captive arm. Really, she'd wanted to do that since the aspirin had kicked in, but he'd been to far away. So now, she'd get in her daily snuggle with his arm, while he was still close by. "You're the best ever," she stated happily, her voice still soft.

"I'd say that's the drugs talking but I only gave you aspirin." Caleb said. "So it must be the delirium." he decided. He didn't pull back away from her, giving her a light kiss on the forehead. He kept his lips pressed there, feeling the fever heat. Poor girl. She really really did need rest. Now he was feeling bad for talking shit with her for a while when he should have been convincing her to get back to sleep.

Ooh, that made her tingly. She scooted over a little to give him more room, not releasing his arm as she did. "Sit down?" Jamie requested hopefully, wanting him to be comfortable. "And it's not delirium. You really are the best ever. I think so all the time. 'cept when we're arguing, but then I'm too busy thinking how infuriating you are. Or how hot you are when you're mad..." Her voice trailed off thoughtfully. Hurray, distracted again!

He eased himself down next to her, and he sighed. "Definitely delirium." he teased lightly, trying to keep her situated. "You should get some more sleep, Jamie. I have to come by again tomorrow anyways to make sure you're getting better." And to bring her in if she wasn't. "I'm still not sure if I should be happy you think I'm hot when I'm pissed, or disturbed on some level..."

She nuzzled his captive hand with her cheek, making a soft noise as she did. It wasn't quite the same as when he touched her willingly, but it was still nice. "I don't wanna sleep," Jamie said stubbornly. And then she yawned. Immediately after, she frowned at him, displeased. "Stop talking about it! It's making me sleepy."

"Good. See you're in your nice comfortable bed...it's all warm and soft, and you should be getting sleepier by the moment..." he said, smirking very faintly at her. "You're a very sleepy little girl, and all of this should only make you drop off all the faster."

Jamie growled at him, narrowing her eyes. She bit the heel of his still-captured hand lightly in retaliation, glaring up at him. Show him to try to talk her into sleeping!

He laughed. "Now who's the puppy?" he asked, having to reach up and pet her hair. "I didn't know you growled. Or bit." he added conversationally, obviously amused.

"I bit your thumb once," she muttered, pouting. She nuzzled against his petting hand, not at all minding that this did in fact give weight to his puppy argument. She didn't care. She liked touching.

Well since she seemed to like it, he kept it up. He started threading his fingers through her hair, slowly tugging them through and down, then starting over. "Yeah, but that doesn't really count as anything substantial." Caleb pointed out. He could for instance, think of other places she could bite and he'd be perfectly happy about it.

"Bit your neck, too. And your ear," Jamie reminded him. Well, she sort of hazily remembered doing those things, anyways. Some parts of Friday were kind of blurry, in that happy-foggy sort of way. "Probably will again, too, 'cause I owe you meanness," she murmured drowsily.

"...yeah, you did." he agreed, voice a little quieter. "...I hope you do." he added, considering he really did, because he enjoyed it. He fell quiet again and continued to run his fingers through her hair, eyes down on her as he watched her get sleepier. He figured he'd wait until she was pretty solidly asleep, then take off again, but not before. She'd wanted him to stay so he'd stick around until then at the very least.

She smiled faintly, closing her eyes. She was just going to rest them for a minute, really. She wasn't sleepy! Nope, not her. "I will. Promise," Jamie assured him sleepily. "Oh..." Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, suddenly looking heartbroken. "I ruined our date." It had completely slipped her mind, and it was suddenly a huge deal. To her, anyways.

It had slipped his mind too, with everything that had happened with Ten. "We can go some other time." he told her. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure they'll still have movies and dinner and all that shit when you're better again. I don't think there's been a big lobbying to get rid of date night staples."

Jamie gazed up at him quietly, searching his face to make sure it was really okay and to verify that no, it didn't bother him that she'd ruined a perfectly good date by getting deliriously sick. "Kay," she finally agreed, her voice a little subdued. She nuzzled against his hand, eyes drifting back closed. "I still wanna make you dinner some night," she murmured. "Like feeding you."

Caleb brushed his fingers over her cheek lightly, and went back to playing with her hair. "Some night you can." he said. "But later. Some other night, and you're not allowed to worry about that right now." He was back to looking down at her, taking in the little details about her. The way her eyelashes arched and left shadows on her cheeks. The curve of her jaw and oh...everything else.

That was nice. She hoped she remembered this tomorrow, because he'd just earned himself billions of warm fuzzy boyfriend points today. And he had been right earlier. Her bed was comfy and soft and warm, and she was a very sleepy little girl... Jamie let out one last soft, incoherent murmur, turned her head to brush a kiss against his fingertips, and then drifted off to sleep.