down but not out

Heartily kissing Nick when he got back from Seattle, knowing he was probably carrying a cold, may not have been the smartest thing I've done in my life. Especially when I was still exhausted from dancing all the night before.

But what we did around those ill-considered kisses was totally worth a couple days of a cold.

(The icon is a wish for all of the virii hanging around my sinuses to die in a fire. Oh, to be a dragon for real and just flame my sinuses clean...)

Also I just wrote a 'recovering from a cold' description for mucking. *grin*