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I should therefore I would.

WARNING: Fluffy at the start, slowly ramps up into spoinking on the mattress. So read with caution if youre not into that.

AGAIN. It's a WIP and I don't write in order, so there's chunks missing (I wrote in some context to the parts that are missing so it hopefully isn't TOO janky) so don't expect there to be the same type of "flow" as a regular fic. They're just snippets :3c anyway, enjoy.

I don't even have a name ASDJFKSdf

“You should take a lemon tea. Not another hot toddy…”

Biddley turned around the sound of a hoarse voice from the doorway. Maud, standing in a nightgown and robe was leaning against the frame, a mug in hand and her other arm folded over her middle. She was awake.

“Doesn’t hurt…” Biddley mumbled, tucking the bottle of Jameson back into its rightful spot on their shelf. He'd be obedient to it, whether for her sake or his own, “You feeling any better?”

“No, my head is aching…”

He didn’t respond but instead sighed with sympathy, which prompted her to shuffle over and put her head on his shoulder.

“Do you want a lemon tea?”

“Yes, please. I’ve come down because I finished my last one…”

“Kettle’s already on. It’ll be done in a bit.”

He pulled her against him, if not to quickly hide the swipe at his nose.

“You’re not going to work now, are you?” Maud sighed, brushing a hand through her hair.

“Would you like me to stay? I can,” Not like there was anything super important to deal with. He was in between cases, but he needed to go into the office and figure out his taxes, which, with Maud, would be awfully quicker. But he didn’t want to bother her. He was going to bother Rashun instead.

“I would but for the sake of yourself. I heard you sniffling all of last night, you aren’t discreet as you think you are,” She smiled with a croaky chuckle, “And you’re awfully bad at stifling.”

“I…didn’t want to make you feel like it was your fault or anything,” He answered gruffly.

“You wouldn’t. But I have the feeling you’d much rather be in bed, out of these stiff clothes. You work too much, I’d say. At weird hours, too. It makes you susceptible to falling ill.”

She pinched his cheek, at the same time trying to feel for a fever. Biddley turned his head away with a sharp sniff and a knuckle to his nose.

“Don’t feel too proud of yourself…it was bound to happen. I apologize,” Maud sighed, clearing her throat as she opened the fridge to retrieve a lemon, “And I’d be more than happy to spend an afternoon listening to you gripe about it while tucked snuggly into bed. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Funny stuff…”

“I mean it! Blankets for the both of us, no work, soft pillows and hot tea…come on, Tim, don’t you think it’s a bit worth it?”

“I don’t feel that poorly,” Biddley muttered. His face was turning pink. She could hear a 'don't call me that' brewing.

“You will. God, I felt like death yesterday afternoon. It was like my head sprung a leak.”

“Ah…”

“I think it’s rewarding…that’s all.”

“I think Sadie has had an influence on you.”

“You should thank her for that…” Maud reached for the kettle before it even reached the peak of its whistle, “Move over.”

Biddley cut the lemons as Maud rationed out two cups of hot tea with equal parts sugar. Working in a silent tandem, they carried their drinks back upstairs where Biddley, reluctantly, agreed to change back into his pyjamas.

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Uhhh some stuff happens, they're in bed just hanging out and stuff

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It was likely the dimness that put them both back to sleep before the tea was finished. The warmth of another person in bed paired with the warm darkness that filled the room. Biddley had woken first, by then it was almost noon but the drawn curtains kept them docile.

“Hh—hHPtscHHH’gnKK!”

“Mmbh…”

“‘Scuse mbe…”

“You’re excused…”

He pinched drowsily at his runny nose. Maud was right. It had been leaking since yesterday. His nostrils flared over his pinched fingers as he turned away to — unsuccessfully — stifle another.

“You know…” Maud said as she drowsily laid over him. The radio was on. Some audio drama was happening, likely War of the Worlds because it was a popular run, they had it going when they bedded down, “I’d hazard a guess that this might hit you a bit harder than me.”

“It usually does. I can deal with it…” Biddley mumbled with a wet snort. His sinuses were already acting up just from laying down, and his head hurt between the eyes.

“I feel like we ought to prepare for the worst…you poor thing.”

The words left her mouth and it was like someone sent a jolt of electricity right through him. The reaction was so visceral Maud actually leaned back — Biddley had suddenly spun over to face her.

He was such a dark shade of pink she worried he was getting a fever.

“You don’t have to sound like I’m dying-“ He mumbled sheepishly, “Or like you’re enjoying it so much.”

“What’s the matter with being pampered? God knows you get it so little,” She raised her shoulders defensively.

“You don’t have to—“ He looked like he was about to add something but hesitated, which Maud leapt in at.

“-but I would like to! Why wouldn’t I? Poor thing! My poor husband and his cold, poor darling, what misery the world has inflicted on him! Oh, mercy! Poor thing, poor thing!”

“Stop that!”

“I will not!”

She pushed a pillow against him with a tut.

He pushed her back, “I’m not going to lay here and—! And whine about it! Maud! I can handle it myself, thank you. I ought to look after you, if anything, you're not well either.”

“You’ve never thought about being taken care of, waited on for your every whim?” She knew he had. Otherwise, he wouldn’t look so defeated whenever he was bogged down with a cold or allergies and played it up to win sympathy. Harmless fun!

“I don’t expect that of you.”

“You don’t have to be chivalrous forever! Are you asking me not to do so?”

“I never said that, either…”

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Some other nonsense. Caretaking ensues.

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“…Dorathea my chest hurts…”

That was to get back at her for calling him Tim. Biddley wasn’t one to whine, but he never hid his discomfort.

“Thea…”

He only called his wife by her middle name when he wanted to annoy her. Maud D. Dorashen. There’s nothing wrong with the name Dorothea but she felt it too grand, too much like a high duchess. The name Maud was short and simple. Dorothy, she wouldn’t mind either. But that is just a nickname — and she’d never call him Biddley because he says that’s a professional name. On occasion, he liked to call her Doctor, as her initials end up as MD Dorashen.

Which is just as bothersome as Dorothea.

Anyways…

“Hm?” Maud turned over so they were lying face to face. She blinked sleepily. He had his hand clasped over his forehead with a forlorn frown.

“My chest hurts…”

“That’s because you’re laying on it…turn over.”

“Can you put something on it…?”

"...Alright, of course. Oh, damnit, we're almost out..."

He'd spent the past two days very carefully applying menthol to her chest, looking concerned at every unfamiliar nick or bruise or freckle, even. It felt nice to have his broad hands on her again, very tender, so she let him inspect all he wanted.

Of course she'd oblige, but they really had to ration out what little was left in the jar.

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Um HorNee.

OKAY FR THO this is when the SOMEWHAT NSFW starts before getting REALLY NSFW, right now its just kinda sensual.

She probably put smth on him, just imagine I wrote that part (bites him aggressively bc....big burly dude tits very good) and uh yeah, obviously the snzfuckery kicks in, Having ur Hot Wife who u are Very Attracted to putting stuff on chest and complimenting scars will probably make him melt. Especially when she asks for some menthol on her as well. god this is a weird kink.

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Ugh…his fever was really making his head spin. It was hard to focus. His palm against Maud’s back, rubbing over her shoulders and running along each blade. She coughed, and that sent a small jolt through him as he felt her under his palm.

“Excuse me…” she mumbled quietly.

“S’ fine.”

Biddley clenched his jaw. This was so embarrassing. What timing it was to suddenly grow aroused, the sheer thought of his wife and this nonsense head cold had him getting red in the ears. Something about her expressions and tone of voice had his attraction multiplying tenfold. Fuck…!

“HhII’isscHHHiewww!!

Maud sneezed towards her lap. Without a moment to think, Biddley let out a stifled grunt.

“Sorry dear, I hadn’t meant to make you all worked up…” Maud said without missing a beat.

“Not your fault.”

“It’s almost too easy…”

"...what does that mean?"

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anyway 'what it means' is two of them feeling each other up and maud giving boobie privileges or whatever we're calling it nowadays.

OKAY HEADS UP. this is the most like corny goofyy aaaa porno style writing ever bc my brain turned off and i got hit with writers block so if youre not into some cheesy dialogue that's so cartoonish it veers off into endearing, then click away LOL

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“You feel really good…” He mumbled. His face was flush, his voice was low and gravelly. Maud moaned into his hefty palm as his thumb rubbed her cheek. God, he was strong. She groaned again as his scuffed hands squeezed at her chest.

“G-god, Mortimer, please…”

His mouth pressed to her shoulder. Hot, wet. She barely had to move to feel the stiffness against his briefs.

“What sort of conquests have you had?” She mumbled, trying to ease herself against him. One of her thumbs looped over the hem and lightly tugged down his briefs, “In the time I’ve been away. I-I’m sure you’ve had…pleHH-plenty—!hhH!”

There was an immediate falter in his stoicism. A weak groan from his chest.

“IiSSCHhhihwww—! Oh, excuse me…”

His hand left her mouth, reaching down to slide off his briefs for himself. The way his feverish body aligned with her back made her shudder, her chest ached from anticipation.

“Oh, oh fuck—“ Maud cursed breathily, feeling him press up to her slit.

“Wh-what?”

"Y-you feel good-“

“Worried me for a moment…” He mumbled, reaching for her hips. His palm covered one of her breasts, she could feel her nipples getting erect, “Mnh— nothing compared to you, Maud. I’ve thought about you so many times-“

“Likewise…please stop stalling!”

“I’m sorry…”

He breathed out his apology and followed it up with another nip to her freckled collar. Maud reached back and grabbed his curly hair, trying to stifle another whimper of pleasure as he entered. An almost animalistic sound came from him, rumbling in his chest. Her shoulder blades pressed to his pec.

“Fuck, I missed you. I missed this-“

“Oh my goodness, you are so much bigger than I remembered..!” She stammered.

“I-I-Is it-? is it uncomf-“

“No! Not at all-! Oh, dear, please keep going!”

He sighed heavily with relief, his warm breath making her skin tingle. He had a slow rhythm to him. Something gentle and methodical. Something that two people relearning how to please each other would understand with little discussion. She held onto him with light gasps.

“D-damn—“ He suddenly hissed. Biddley’s head suddenly lifted, and Maud felt cold air where his mouth once was. The departure was followed by a few quick, forceful gasps, “hH—hrsscCHHHHEUhhhw!”

Her nails dug into the blankets as she clenched onto them. The force of the sneeze had him lightly bucking his hips right into her, and the twitch of his cock only made her clench harder around him. Both of them sighed with pleasure.

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brain turned off thats all ;w;

Maybe I should just post an unfinished WIP of a fic bc it’s like. It’s a nothing plot. All it has is Biddley and Maud sharing a cold and Maud convincing him to spend the day in bed and kinda one thing leads to another with the menthol rub and now they’re exploring each others bodies in such a bisexual way there’s something that makes me a little bonkers about how much this mf gets attracted to his wife (more than usual) because she has a cold it’s ridiculous. Something about returning to the usual after being apart for 24 years, it’s both deviously horny but also a little think piece for me to write about these two finding each other hot even tho they’re all scarred up and different in their middle aged selves compared to their “youthful prime” or what not. Ugh. So slay. Very bisexual.

But I don’t really feel like writing the in between, ya know??

#bean writes #oc posts hhh #nsft #maud #biddley

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