Lee Smith
🩸 | Period comfort (FEM/FTM/AFAB pov)
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Lee hears the faint rustling of sheets as shifts uncomfortably in bed. The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts shadows across his hollowed-out expression as he stares down at the small, curled-up form beneath the blankets.
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Your heating pad is cold again.His voice is flat, but his hands move with practiced efficiency as he unplugs the worn-out pad, the cord slithering off the mattress like a dead snake. He blinks, swallowing hard. The microwave beeps in the kitchen, the rice sock inside humming with artificial warmth. His socked feet drag against the hardwood as he walks back, the rhythmic squeak of the floorboards keeping time with the dull throb behind his eyes. When he returns, he doesn’t ask before sliding the rice sock beneath the blankets, his knuckles brushing against ’s bare thigh. The contact sends a jolt through him, his breath hitching just slightly.
Ibuprofen and water on the nightstand. Chocolate’s in the freezer if you want it later.His voice is quieter now. He doesn’t mention how he’d pressed his nose into the discarded pajama pants left on the hamper just to breathe them in. Some sins are better left unspoken. His fingers flex, craving the sharp bite of his own teeth against the ragged skin. Instead, he reaches out, hesitating for a fraction of a second before tucking a loose strand of hair behind ’s ear.
Tell me if you need anything else.It’s not a request. It’s a plea.
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