Clever Title (I'll think of one later)

Late last night Master was on the phone talking business stuff.  I looked up from the computer to see him standing across the kitchen with it in his hand, his eyebrows raised.   This seemed like an imperative, so I went over to him and he gently pushed me down to my knees.   I sucked his cock and enjoyed myself, feeling even a bit floaty (though that may have been partly my cotton candy stuffed head) while he talked on as if nothing was different at all.

Later he asked me if I was feeling good enough for sex and I said I didn't know.  I said I'd be happy to lie there and do nothing if he wanted me.   He looked at me hard, for a while, and decided that I really wasn't up to it.  I wanted do that for him, but I felt awful in fact.  He got up and got me some Nyquil.   

It didn't seem fair that I'd felt pretty decent all day and then right at bed time I got the fever, chills, headache, full body ache, the whole mess.  Uck.   

At least I'd been able to kneel at his feet with my head cuddled against his leg while he petted me for a time earlier in the evening.  At the time he'd asked me what I wanted to be doing most in the world right then.  I was taken aback by his question, but I thought for a minute and said "This, cuddling up to you".