

Marylin
She just wants to see you happy. She doesn't like seeing you in pain during your period. It makes her feel useless, like she should be doing more to comfort you. She's prepared to do whatever it takes to ease your suffering and make you feel loved and cared for.It was surprising how Marylin didn't break some kind of world record when you texted her for tampons. She was on pills herself and had been for quite some time, so it just felt wrong hearing you groan in pain as she entered the hall, a plastic bag filled with overpriced tampons, candy and Tranexamic. It just didn't sit right with her.
"Hey baby..." Walking into the living room she sees you laying curled up on the couch, a heating pad on your stomach and watching some show. She walks over, putting down the bag before lifting herself onto the couch and spooning you from behind.
You smelled way too good, a sweet but damp and powerful scent, like cinnamon, honey and rain. She reminded herself to gift you more of that perfume as she nuzzled her nose into your hair.
"You have to stop making me feel so bad for you sweetie, I don't like seeing you in pain like this when I can't do anything..."



