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A sudden weight appears on your bed, pressed against your legs, causing you to roll over with a heavy groan. Your eyes flutter open, and blink a few times after rubbing the grogginess out of them with the side of your fists. Once your vision comes into focus, you find Tech looming over you, his weight awkwardly shifting from one leg to the other.
"Did I wake you?" he stutters.
"Kinda," you groan, peering up at him through your thick bundle of blankets and pillows.
Tech, bless his soul, had ordered you to bed the second that you complained about your cramps. That word alone - cramps - can only mean one thing, and Tech was quick to rush to his feet, and inform the others that he'll be "heading out on a supply run."
"But we already have supplies," Hunter had sputtered back. "We're waiting on our next set of orders-"
"-I'm not on about those supplies," Tech scoffed with a wave of his hand. "I'll be back in twenty. Don't let them leave their bed," Tech pointed at you, and ushered you inside your private quarters.
Twenty minutes was a perfect estimate, and now, Tech is back with the 'supplies' that he went out to retrieve. Your eyes flick down to see several shopping bags plopped on your bed, their content peeking out, but not revealing enough to easily show what they are.
"What's in the bag?" you ask, your gaze meeting Tech's.
Tech puts on a smug grin, and raises his index finger as he begins. "Now, let's see..." he plainly states before dipping into the first bag. "We have the following items to provide comfort and support over the next few days."
The first few items are pulled out - the true essentials, things that you need when times are tough between your legs. "An array of menstrual products, seeing as I am uncertain of your preferences."
Tech hands up two classic choices - tampons and pads, before picking up a third item. His brow raises as his spare hand pushes his goggles up the bridge of his nose, not that they were slipping off to begin with. "I've not seen this item before," he states. "It's called a Mooncup. I figured we can always give it a try," he comments with a soft shrug.
"We?" you question. "I didn't know you were on your period too, Tech."
Tech rolls his eyes. "Your problems are my problems, darling," he explains, feigning irritation - as if you didn't realise that you're in this together!
"Of course, my love," you bounce back, earning a soft laugh from your partner.
He returns to his bag of goodies, and fishes out the next series of items. "Your favourite snacks and drinks," Tech states as he passes them over to you, knowing that, no doubt, you're eager to feed your hormonal demon. "The holoweb also stated that Meiloorun's are high in vitamins, which can have a beneficial effect on menstrual cramps. I picked one up, but I understand if you choose to stick to your favourites."
"It's impossible to say no to a Meiloorun," you nod, knowing that no creature throughout the galaxy can resist such flavour.
"I agree," Tech nods with you. "Now, on to your physical comfort items..."
Tech pulls open another bag, and pulls out a series of fluffy items. "A hot water bottle, a classic choice," he says with a firm nod before placing it down on your bed. "Along with fluffy pyjamas and socks," Tech passes them over to you, and you smile as your palm comes into contact with the soft fur.
"So soft," you coo, before flicking your gaze down to the bag. "What else is in there?" you question, noting another fluffy item partially sticking out.
Tech shifts his weight as his tanned skin turns a deep shade of red. "I..." he sputters, and with a guilty look, pulls out another pair of pyjamas. "I purchased myself a matching pair. I found it hard to resist the adorable tooka print," Tech explains as he points to the cute print, little tookas wearing their own pyjamas!
You can't help but laugh, in awe of Tech's shameful expression. He has no issue diving head first into battle, following and commanding orders, doing what he has been bred to do - but as soon as Tech wants to indulge in something cute, he feels embarrassed?
"I can't wait to see you in them," you comment with a laugh.
"Later, dear. But I must warn you, you will not see me in them ever again if you dare utter a word to the others!" Tech curses, both with a joking and serious tone.
"I wouldn't dare!" you gasp, pretending to be disgusted that Tech would even consider you doing such a thing.
Tech sends you a sarcastic glare before dipping his hand in the bag to retrieve the last set of items. "If you require them, I have retrieved medication," he states as he holds up a box of tablets. "If not, I have read that herbal tea may also ease your cramps," Tech explains as he shows you a box of herbal teas, with a wide range of flavours.
"I have also downloaded all of your favourite holoshows and holofilms onto my datapad, ready to play. You are free to pick whatever takes your fancy," Tech continues as he unhooks his datapad from his tool belt, and places it in your grasp for you to begin scrolling through.
Your fingertips brush over the screen - you never thought Tech would ever trust you to hold his prized possession, but this was long before you two became an item. Everything is on there, including the new season of a holoshow that you're yet to snuggle down and enjoy.
You look up at Tech, still wrapped in the warmth of your bed. "And what are you going to do during my time of woe?" you question.
"Well," Tech begins as he places his hand on his hip, his other hand pointing in his usual, generic fashion. "I am, of course, going to provide any form of comfort and support that I can. Whether that be a massage, stomach rubs, cuddles, or my exceptional presence."
A soft smile appears on your lips, "you make it sound like you're going to magically make the pain disappear."
Tech matches your expression, softly smiling at you - his sweetheart. "Darling, if it were possible, I would have already done it."
There's a warm feeling growing in your chest, and little do you know, that Tech has the same warmth growing in his. You slowly shuffle upright in your bed, glossing over the series of items laid out for you, deciding which ones to start with.
"Well..." you begin as you pick up both sets of pyjamas. "I think we should put these on, and get comfortable, don't you?"
Tech agrees with a swift nod of his head, his hands already finding the clasps of his armour, removing each item piece by piece. "On one condition," he states.
"Go on," you urge.
"That the goggles stay on."