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It’s the first day of your period, and, as usual, you are feeling downright miserable. You drag yourself downstairs to get something to eat, plodding into the kitchen with none of your usual peppiness. In the middle of making your breakfast, you are hit by a particularly painful cramp, and you lean against the counter, clutching your abdomen.
“Ow… Fuck…” you mutter to yourself. You screw your eyes shut, breathing heavily, and after a few moments, the pain subsides. You finish making your food and shuffle out of the kitchen to eat on the couch.
You are soon hit by another wave of pain, and you wince. What you really need right now is something warm to take the edge off, but the last thing you want to do is get up and get yourself a hot water bottle. Your gaze falls on the fireplace beside you, and you are suddenly struck with an idea. Luckily, you had left the dateviators on the coffee table when you went to bed last night. You picked them up and put them on, aiming them at the fireplace to summon Dante.
“Morning, hot stuff!” he greets you, but immediately he notices something is up, his brow creasing in concern. “Whoa, are you okay?”
You give him a weak smile. “Not really. Period cramps.”
“Oh, no! That’s awful.” He takes a seat next to you on the couch, and the heat radiating off him is tantalisingly within your reach. “Can I help?”
Almost as if on cue, the pain hits you once more, and you instinctively grab one of Dante’s hands, pressing it against your stomach. The effect is immediate: blissful warmth permeates into your body, and you sigh in relief.
“Oh,” he chuckles, “I see.” He flexes his fingers, massaging your abdomen and pressing the heat deeper towards your offending internal organ.
You groan, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. “Thanks, baby,” you mumble. “Sorry for grabbing you like that.”
“That’s okay,” he reassures you. “You’re in pain, and if I can help in any way, then I want to. I’m glad you came to me.”
You both sit there for a while, Dante massaging his warm fingers against your skin with great care. He smiles every time you sigh with relief, relishing in the way you press closer and closer to his comforting heat.
Eventually, he says, “You know, this angle is a little awkward. You want to lie down?”
You nod, and he repositions you both so that you are lying on your back, with Dante draped over you like a blanket. After your first kiss when he accidentally burned you, Dante has been very careful to keep his flames low whenever you two are close. You don’t know how he manages it, but right now he is not burning you at all, just blissfully warm. Your pain melts away, and you spend the next few hours drifting in and out of sleep.
Dante spends the rest of the day glued to you. He follows you everywhere you go, always with a hand on your stomach, or an arm around your waist, some part of him touching you, keeping you warm and pain-free. You try telling him you have other methods of pain relief, but he is having none of it. It seems he enjoys being your personal space heater, and you’re not exactly complaining.