Huddles & Cuddles by Aimo (Blackwall and Fem Cadash)
And yes, apparently I am incapable of posting these consistently, so I’m posting them when I can.
Exercising – Day 7
Ava did not like to exercise, at least not intentionally. If, for example, she managed to walk all morning while hanging out at a vintage market, then that sort of exercise was just fine for her. Paying money to be a part of a gym and take an on-going aerobics class was something that she didn’t normally last that long in. She would start it all full of vim and vigor, and be totally gung-ho for a couple sessions, but usually got bored and stopped going after a while. This time though, she also knew that she and Blackwall needed to get out and exercise more. He was beginning to develop a small paunch, to say nothing of her growing tummy, which on a dwarf was even more noticeable.
That was why she had bought some comfy exercise shorts, a t-shirt, and some walking shoes and had asked Blackwall to take walks with her at night. Nothing too strenuous, just a mile or two walking at their normal pace (his was slowed down a bit because he was so much taller than her and had longer legs) and then they could add to the mileage once they built their endurance up. Plus it gave them the chance to discuss their day and get away from the house.
Even on the weekends, they didn’t miss a day. Blackwall worked remodeling and construction firm during the week so he got plenty of exercise, but he knew how important it was to Ava to do this, so he participated, even if he was exhausted. Before they had started walking every day, there were nights that he would pass out in his recliner almost as soon as he got home. Though he would probably never admit it out loud, the walks gave him a chance to unwind and destress at the end of a busy week.
Wearing Each Others Clothes – Day 8
Blackwall is a big bear of a man. Literally, he is about 6’3” and weighed about 275lbs, though most of that was muscle from all the heavy lifting and moving he did all day. He is a supervisor, but preferred to be out in the field versus staying at the office and doing paperwork. Ava, on the other hand, is a dwarf and as such, is significantly shorter, though she’s rather tall in her family. She had a more sedentary job working as his secretary, so she kept together all the paperwork that he hated doing when he was in the office. It was a win-win situation for them both. Ava was about a foot shorter than him and weighed about 100 lbs less, and was more curvy, so fitting into each others clothes was comical at best. She did like wearing his t-shirts because they were usually more soft, smelled like him, and could literally cover her down to mid-thighs. They usually ended up being her sleep shirts. The things he liked to wear were her scarves. She crocheted them herself every fall, were soft, and kept him warm in the winter times, even if they were a bit more pastel than he typically wore.
“How come I can never find my black shirt?” Blackwall complained, currently tearing apart the room to find said shirt.
“Which one sweetie? You’ll have to be more specific. Pretty much all your shirts are black,” Ava replied, not looking up from her book, the latest Laini Taylor book that she’d finally been able to put her hands on.
“The one with all the different gaming controllers, that’s all pixelated?” he queries, then pauses to look at what she is wearing. “Wait a minute…you’re wearing it again! Why didn’t you say so earlier?” he exclaims, obviously frustrated.
“Because I’ve been in it for hours and it’s comfy,” Ava states, hands on her hips in just the t-shirt and some undies. “But if you want it back, here…take it,” she responds, taking it off and handing it to him without a second glance.
He blank stares at her for a minute, standing in a power stance with only her underwear on, and then swallows. “No love, it looks better on you,” and hands it back to you.
She smirks as she knows it took all his willpower not to do anything. She grabs it and puts it back on, and then stands on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. “Thanks,” she says softly and sits back down to read.
Nursing the Sick One – Day 9
Why were men always so pathetic when they were sick? Ava muttered to herself, under her breath. Normally she would’ve just left him to his own devices, to take care of himself, but she had gotten ill as well. Blackwall was propped up in bed with his pillows, looking miserable. They both had the flu and couldn’t keep much down. Ava had swung by the store to pick up some ginger ale, gatorade, crackers, and severe cold and flu medicine. As soon as she got home, she got into her comfy pajamas and set herself up in the living room. She’d given him the bed because she had trouble going to sleep anyways and it was nearly impossible when she was this congested. Sleeping in the recliner was the only thing that allowed her to breathe.
She got the chicken broth and some orzo from the pantry, and set about making her own chicken soup. She brought it in to Blackwall with a spoon and some crackers, a book tucked under her arm to read when she got back in the living room. “Here ya go, do you think you can stomach it? I brought some Saltines as well if not,” she said with a smile.
“Thank you love, you always take such good care of me,” he responds, turning his head and coughing into his elbow before he can take the bowl from her. “Where are you gonna be? I know you’re not feeling well either.”
“I’m camped out in the living room so I can hopefully get some sleep. I’ll be alright in there by myself. Not feeling as nauseous as before, but I’ll have some ginger ale anyways,” she replied.
“But I want you to be in here, to be with me and take care of me,” Blackwall says frowning.
“Oh, all right you big baby,” Ava responds with a laugh. She goes back to the living room to get her drink, then climbs into the other side of the bed and gets under the covers, propping her back up with pillows so she is comfortable. “Put your head in my lap and I’ll stroke your hair until you fall asleep.” He puts on The Princess Bride on the TV because he knows it’s one of her favorite movies, and then lays across the bed with his head in her lap above the covers. As Ava is avidly watching the movie, she is running her fingers through his head, scratching it and massaging his scalp. It is not long before he falls asleep, snoring loudly. All of that congestion isn’t letting him breathe any easier, she mutters to herself. She watches the movie to the end, and then nods off herself, so comfortable in the nest of blankets and with her own personal radiator laying on her, to keep her warm.