What Goes Around
a Sex and the City story
by Hermione Eveningfall
Late at night, Carrie Bradshaw sat at her desk, fingers on their usual black laptop keys. A slightly blueish screen blazed in the darkness, causing her dark eyes to squint in protest. Normally, at this hour on a Tuesday, she would be attempting a bit of beauty rest... but not this time. She sighed as a loud, grunting snore erupted from the bed where her current boyfriend Aidan lay, buried beneath the blankets.
Cringing, Carrie unplugged her computer, carrying it into the living room. She flipped on the light closest to the old black leather chair, and then climbed up onto it, crossing her legs.
Aidan had come down with a cold the previous day, and he'd been spending the past two nights in her apartment. She'd been unable to sleep properly, finding herself waking every couple of hours to check his temperature, or to gently wake him to offer a tissue.
"EShhhhESH!"
Aidan's sneeze jolted her concentration, and she quickly set the laptop aside, reaching for the old fashioned telephone. A glance at the clock told her that no one she knew would be up at two thirty in the morning. Well, Samantha might be, but she would probably in the midst of one of her weekly fuckfests. Miranda, a lawyer, would be waking up at precicesly seven, so to even think about calling her was ludicrous. It was just plain cruel to consider Charlotte either, so Carrie quickly set the phone down again.
She sat staring at it for a moment, wetting her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, and fiddled with one of the buttons beneath her. "Oh Jesus," she murmered, rubbing her face with her hands. How could she have been so stupid! She knew exactly who would be up at this hour...or would be somewhat willing to answer to a phone call from her. `You can't,' she thought as she attempted to return to her work. `You'll just get yourself into trouble again. He's not worth your time.'
She could hear Aidan moving around in the bed, and listened to what sounded like his getting up. `I need to talk to someone...' she looked up as Aidan approached her from the bedroom doorway, his face pale, with dark circles beneath his eyes. "Whad are you doig id here?" he asked, leaning against the wall.
"Couldn't sleep," she replied softly, pressing the power button so her laptop would turn off.
"Did I wage you?" Aidan coughed to clear his throat, and shook his head. "Dabbit." He shuffled over to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.
"No, no!" Carrie insisted, watching as he downed the thing in one gulp, and she stood. "Do you need more Nyquil?"
Aidan looked at her. "I'll dever get ub id the mordig." He sniffed once, before the all too familiar expression of desperation came over him. Carrie held her breath, kicking herself for even thinking about calling Big. "Dab!" He raised a finger to his nose, his breath hitching quickly. Carrie quickly dashed over, pressing her lips to his, and reaching for a napkin from the holder on the counter. When they broke the kiss, she placed the napkin against his face, encouraging him to blow.
"Whad? You're dod s..e...e...ESHHHHHHUH!"
Carrie turned her head to the side, shielding her eyes playfully with her hands. "Bless you," she told him as he blew, groaning miserably.
"Thag you. I'b beed doig this all dight. Ib sorry."
Carrie smiled. "You know I don't mind, buster. But you're adorable with that red nose. You remind me of Rudlof the Red nosed reindeer." She clucked her tongue, ducking as he slapped her with a dish towel. She squeaked with laughter, patting his stomach. "Let me get you back to bed," she encouraged, grabbing his hands and struggling to pull him back to the bedroom. He stood his ground, a devilish grin on his face. "What's that look for?" she asked, and he pulled her nightshirt up, revealing her bare breasts. She looked down, an eyebrow arched.
"Point well taken." She winked. "All right, I'll do that with you, but on one condition."
Aidan cocked his head to one side, but didn't say anything. "That you make sure you sleep. All right? Am I understood?" she pointed a finger at him, and he held his hands up in a surrender. With that, she raised her arms, and allowed him to remove her shirt. He lifted her so she was practically clinging to him, and carried her towards the bed. He lay her down, lowering himself against her body. She kept her hands on his muscular shoulders, breathing deeply as he kissed her neck, cheeks, and forehead. She shuddered with pleasure as he soon entered her, and stifled a cry as he plunged. Aidan, aside from Mr. Big that is, was the best sex she'd had in ages. However, this was the first sexual encounter she'd dealt with where her significant other had a cold. Aidan's stopping and starting sneezes interrupted many of their kisses, and several times she had to snatch a tissue from the nightstand.
"Th...this...is-isn't wor...king..." Aidan gulped, after nearly a half hour had gone by.
"Here." Carrie hopped out of bed and walked to her closet, pulling out a mate to her pair of furry pink shoes. He sniffled as she sat back down, and held his breath as she ran the fur under his nose. "Does that tickle?" she asked hopefully, and he nodded. "More?" she added, and he gasped.
"Eh....ehhhh...ahhhh...ugh!"
Carrie bit her lip, and attempted the tickle again. "AHHHHSHOOOOOO!" The sneeze was so violent that it nearly knocked both of them off of the bed. "Eh...ahhh...EEEEHESHHHHHH!" Aidan rubbed his nose, accepting yet another tissue.
"Are you okay?" She asked once he'd finished blowing, and he nodded.
"Buch."
She smiled, caressing his feverish cheek. "Good. Now lay down, and close your eyes. I'll be right back." She pulled the quilt over him, and went to the bathroom. She pulled out the small bottle of Nyquil from the medicine cabinet, and poured a bit of it into the cap. This time, when Carrie offered it to Aidan he accepted it, chugging it and gasping as it stung his sore throat. "Now you'll sleep better. Mmmkay baby?" she lay down beside him, kissing his back.
"Mmmm." Aidan closed his eyes, snuggling against her. "Lob you," he whispered, and she felt her heart swell.
"I lob you too," she replied, as their breathing melded into the noises of the city that never slept.
"Carrie?"
"I can't believe it...she's fallen asleep!"
"Carrie!"
"I'll get her." SLAP
Carrie's head snapped up at the feel of something hard whacking her shoulder, and realized she sat facing her friends at their usual resturaunt. Samantha sat next to her, a rolled up newspaper in her hand. Charlotte had her hand over her mouth and Miranda appeared to be trying not to burst into laughter at the shock on her best friend's face. Carrie turned to Samantha.
"Wow, thank you! What, was I dozing off again?"
"Almost in your omlet," Miranda sniggered, taking a bite of toast. "So what happened with you last night?"
"Huh?" Carrie sipped from her champaign and orange juice combination, glancing towards the café door. "Oh, Aidan...sorry. Yeah, Aidan's sick and I..." she paused, and the girls leaned forward, puzzled by the break in speech. "should not have been having sex with...him..."
Charlotte quickly handed her friend a pack of tissues from inside of her purse, and Carrie took one with a thankful smile. "Chhhhuuuu!" she swallowed, cupping her hands over her mouth and nodding. "What goes around comes around," she added, not wanting to blow as hard as Aidan had in public.
"Poor thing!" Charlotte cooed. "You should have canceled this morning and stayed in bed," she added.
"No, I couldn't do that. I'm not a stay in bed all day girl. I need to be doing something...Chhmmmph!"
Samantha flinched, rubbing Carrie's back. "Bless you." Charlotte told Carrie politely, smiling. The girls looked up as they heard the bell tinkle when the door to the resturaunt opened, and Miranda's eyes widened in surprise. Aidan, dressed in his black leather jacket and tight jeans, came over to their table.
"I thought I'd surprise you," he announced, and Carrie immediately blushed a dark crimson.
"Oh God," she breathed, covering her heart with her hand. "Aidan, I didn't mean...Chshhhhh!" she covered her nose and mouth with her wrist, and he massaged her shoulders.
"I've come to take my little lady home," he told the girls.
"Aidan," Carrie whined, her lower lip protruding in a pout.
"Go," Miranda encouraged. "Feel better, sweetie."
Carrie allowed Aidan to help her to her feet at last, waving somberly at her girlfriends as he led her out the door.
"What a great guy," Charlotte sighed, and Samantha and Miranda winked at each other knowingly.
Written for weekly hatching bunny #23
Hopefully this isn't too strange, because I've decided to use Carrie as a third person rather than telling the story through her POV. This is my first attempt at an S&TC fic, let alone a sneezefic, so I'm hoping it isn't too bad!