°♡˖꒰Author's꒱˖♡° POV
The morning sun crept into the room, but neither of them was ready to face the world. Keifer began to stir, his massive frame heavy and warm as he lay draped over Jay Jay. His face was buried in the soft curve of her chest, his breathing steady and deep.
As he felt himself waking up, Keifer started to shift, his protective instincts kicking in. "Jay Jay... I'm sorry," he rasped, his voice thick and gravelly from sleep. "I'm crushing you. I'm too heavy, let me move..."
He started to push himself up on his elbows, trying to lift his weight off her petite frame, but Jay Jay immediately protested. Her hands, which had been resting in his messy hair and on his broad back, tightened their grip. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pinning him to her.
"No," she murmured, her voice a sweet, stubborn command. "Don't move. Stay right there."
"But, sweetheart, the doctor... and my weight... I don't want to hurt you more," Keifer whispered, his "Cold Watson" facade completely melted into a puddle of devotion.
"You aren't hurting me," Jay Jay insisted, pulling his head back down. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself against him. "Your weight feels perfect. It's like a big, warm blanket that belongs only to me. I feel safe when you're heavy on me, Keifer. It makes the exhausted go away."
Keifer let out a long, shaky breath, his heart swelling with so much love it felt like it might burst. He gave up on the idea of moving and collapsed back onto her, burying his face in the soft valley of her chest once more.
He didn't just stay still, though. Overwhelmed by her sweetness, he began to press slow, lingering, cute kisses against the soft skin of her cleavage. Each kiss was tender and reverent, a silent thank you for her bravery and her stubborn love.
"mmh... Keifer..." Jay Jay let out a soft, airy whimper, her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.
"I'm never leaving," Keifer promised against her skin, his lips moving in soft grazes that made her heart race. "If you want me to stay, I'll stay until the world ends."
Just then, the door creaked open an inch. Honey peeked in, expecting to find them at least sitting up, but instead, she saw the "Viper" of Watson Industries acting like a devoted, clingy puppy, refusing to let go of his girl.
Honey leaned against the doorframe, shaking her head in total disbelief. "I guess the CEO isn't making it to the office today. Or tomorrow. Or ever."
"Honeyyyyy"jay jay frustrated.
"Okay ,okay iam going"after when the door shut close.
"Keifer I want kiss here"she point on her shoulder"it's Medical treatment doctor said i need to take".
Keifer froze for a split second, his lips still pressed against her skin, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her own. He lifted his head just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with a mix of soul-deep devotion and pure, startled confusion.
"Medical treatment?" he repeated, his voice dropping into a low, honeyed rumble. His ears were already beginning to glow that tell-tale shade of crimson. "Jay Jay, I don't think Dr. Miller has that in his textbooks."
Jay Jay didn't blink. She kept her hands locked behind his neck, pulling him back down so his face was inches from hers. "It's a special kind of medicine, Keifer. Every time you kiss me there, the cramps,frustation, irritation go away. It's like... magic healing. If you stop now, the soreness might come back, and then it'll be your fault for being a bad doctor."
A helpless, goofy smile broke across Keifer's face. He knew she was using her "stubborn logic" to trap him, but he was more than happy to fall into the cage. He let out a soft, shaky laugh, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin of her chest.
"Well," he murmured, his breath hitching as she arched her back toward him. "I would hate to be a bad doctor. I take my responsibilities very seriously, especially when it comes to your... recovery."
He lowered his head again, his lips grazing her skin with even more intent this time. He placed a row of soft, lingering kisses along the curve of her cleavage, his movements slow and reverent.
"ah... Keifer—" Jay Jay let out a high, airy sound, her fingers tightening in his hair, guiding him exactly where she wanted him.
"Is the treatment working?" Keifer whispered against her skin, his voice thick with a sweetness that would have made his business rivals faint in shock. "Do I need to increase the dosage?"
"Yes," Jay Jay gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt his heavy weight pressing her deeper into the mountain of pillows. "Don't stop. I think I need at least an hour of this... for my health."
Keifer groaned softly, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender. "I'll stay here all day if that's what the patient requires. I'm a very dedicated specialist, Jay Jay."
He continued his "treatment," his kisses becoming deeper and more rhythmic, completely lost in the scent of her and the fact that the most stubborn girl in the world had decided he was the only cure she ever wanted.
Keifer's heart was practically doing somersaults in his chest. He was a man who managed thousands of employees, but here he was, being bossed around by a five-foot-nothing girl with a pout that could end wars.
"The medicine is moving, Keifer!" Jay Jay announced, her voice full of that innocent, bossy fire. She tilted her head to the side, exposing the long, elegant line of her neck. "I feel a very serious ache right here. And on my shoulder. I think the soreness is travelling. You have to follow it!"
Keifer let out a helpless, breathless laugh, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "Travelling soreness? Jay Jay, you're making this up as you go."
"I am a patient in pain!" she huffed, her fingers tugging at his hair to guide him upward. "Are you going to ignore a medical emergency? Prescribe me more, Dr. Watson. Right now."
"I would never ignore an emergency," Keifer murmured, his voice dropping into that deep, melting rumble.
He shifted his weight, being careful not to crush her but staying close enough that she could feel every bit of his warmth. He began to "prescribe" exactly what she asked for. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss just below her ear, feeling her shiver beneath him. Then, he moved his lips downward, trailing soft, butterfly-light kisses along the slope of her shoulder.
"oh—" Jay Jay let out a soft, fluttery moan, her eyes drifting shut as she melted into the pillows. "That's... that's very good medicine..."
"Does the patient feel better?" Keifer whispered against her skin, his lips grazing the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He was adoring and terrified that if he stopped, she'd never let him hear the end of it.
"A little," she whispered back, her stubbornness softening into a sweet, needy hum. "But I think the dosage needs to be repeated. Every ten seconds. For the rest of the day."
Keifer smiled against her skin, a goofy, smitten expression that stayed hidden in her hair. "Whatever the patient orders. I've cancelled all my meetings. My only appointment today is making sure you don't feel a single ache."
He continued his "routine," his kisses becoming more rhythmic and certain, lost in the sweetness of her and the fact that he was the only one allowed to provide this specific "cure."
Jay Jay let out a contented sigh, her fingers idly tracing the strong muscles of Keifer's back. She felt him try to shift again, his protective instincts whispering that he was too large to stay sprawled over her like this for long.
"Keifer, stay," she commanded softly, her voice bubbling with that sweet, stubborn authority. "New prescription. We're taking a nap, and you are the medicine."
Keifer chuckled, a deep vibration that she felt through her entire chest. "A nap? Jay Jay, I've already been your human pillow for hours. Don't you want to stretch your legs?"
"No," she insisted, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him even flatter against her. She adjusted her position, wiggling until his heavy frame was perfectly centered over her body. "Your weight is the 'healing weight.' It's like a heavy, warm hug that keeps the bad thoughts away. If you move even an inch, the treatment is interrupted. You have to stay exactly like this until I say so."
Keifer looked at her, his eyes filled with that helpless, adoring gaze. He was a man who moved mountains in the business world, but here, he was pinned down by the sheer will of a girl who barely reached his shoulder.
"You're serious, aren't you?" he whispered, his nose brushing hers. "I'm not allowed to move a muscle?"
"Not a single one," Jay Jay chirped, her eyes already fluttering shut as she felt the comforting pressure of him. "You are my weighted blanket. My very handsome, very heavy, CEO-sized blanket."
Keifer let out a long, surrendered breath. He rested his forehead against hers, his hands tucking into the pillows on either side of her head so he could hold himself steady without actually pulling away. He felt her heartbeat syncing with his, a steady, peaceful rhythm.
"Okay," he murmured, his voice thick with a tenderness that could melt iron. "I'll stay. I'll be your healing weight for as long as you need."
"Good," she mumbled, already drifting off. "Don't... don't go to the office... just stay... heavy..."
Keifer stayed perfectly still, ignoring the slight cramp in his arms, watching her fall into a deep, peaceful sleep. He realized then that he didn't mind being trapped. If this was his job—to be her weight, her warmth, and her anchor—then he was the most successful man in the world.
Jay Jay wasn't satisfied with just a hug. She wanted the full "healing weight" experience before she let herself drift off. With a sweet, determined huff, she grabbed Keifer's broad shoulders and pulled him down, guiding his massive frame until he was sprawled completely over her.
"Jay Jay, I'm going to crush you," Keifer whispered, his voice full of a soft, panicked adoration. He tried to keep some of his weight on his elbows, but she wasn't having it.
"No elbows, Keifer. All of you," she commanded, her small hands flat against his back, pressing him down. "I want to feel every bit of you. Lay down properly."
Defeated by her cuteness, Keifer let out a long, shaky breath and finally collapsed his weight onto her. He tucked his face into the soft warmth of her neck, his large arms coming around her to cradle her petite body against the mattress. He felt like a giant resting on a flower, but the way she let out a long, happy sigh told him she was perfectly content.
Jay Jay wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, locking him into place. She felt the heavy, steady thud of his heart against her chest—a rhythm that acted like a lullaby.
"Perfect," she whispered, her eyes finally fluttering shut. "Now... stay."
Keifer smiled against her skin, his eyes closing too. He made sure he was centered, his heavy body acting as a protective shield that blocked out the rest of the world. He waited until he felt her breathing go deep and rhythmic, her grip on his hair loosening as she fell into a deep sleep. Only then did he allow himself to go under, his last thought being how incredible it felt to be the "healing weight" for the only person who truly owned him.
Three hours later, the room was silent except for the sound of their shared breathing. Jay Jay stirred, her mind slowly waking up from the best nap of her life. She felt warm, safe, and... very heavy.
She blinked, realizing Keifer was still there. He was a dead weight on top of her, his body completely relaxed in sleep. He hadn't moved an inch. He had actually stayed exactly where she'd put him, letting her body hold his entire weight while he slept.
"Keifer?" she whispered, realizing she was completely pinned to the bed.
Jay Jay woke up feeling like she was being hugged by a warm mountain. She didn't move at first, just enjoying the heavy, solid pressure of Keifer still sprawled completely over her. He was dead to the world, his face mushed into her shoulder and his deep, slow breaths tickling her skin.
She realised he hadn't shifted once. He had taken her "prescription" so seriously that he'd fallen into a deep sleep while using her as his only mattress.
"Keifer..." she whispered, her voice like honey. She didn't want to push him off—that would "interrupt the treatment"—so she decided on a much gentler approach.
She began by running her small fingers through the dark silk of his hair, massaging his scalp in slow, soothing circles. She felt him let out a tiny, subconscious hum against her neck, but he didn't wake up yet. He just nuzzled deeper, his heavy weight shifting slightly as he settled even more comfortably onto her.
"My big, sleepy CEO," she giggled softly.
Next, she began to place tiny, butterfly-light kisses all over the top of his head and along his temple. "Keifer... time to wake up... the patient is hungry."
Keifer's eyelids flickered. He let out a long, gravelly groan that vibrated through Jay Jay's entire chest. He didn't lift his head; instead, he just squeezed her tighter, his large arms locking around her waist like iron bands.
"No... more medicine," he mumbled, his voice thick and deliciously messy from sleep.
"You've been sleeping on me for four hours, you big bear," she teased, continuing to stroke his hair. "I think the 'healing weight' has reached its maximum dosage. If you stay any longer, I might turn into a pancake."
Keifer finally lifted his head, his eyes hooded and dazed, looking at her with that smitten, sleepy-puppy gaze. His face was slightly flushed from sleeping against her, making him look incredibly young and soft.
"Am I still heavy?" he rasped, his lips curving into a shy, goofy smile.
"Very heavy," she chirped, booping his nose. "But I like it. You're a very good medicine, Dr. Watson."
Keifer let out a soft, happy sigh and hid his face back in her neck for one last snuggle. "I'm never going back to work. I'm resigning to become a full-time professional blanket."