Lexi lay facedown on the bed, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. Her arms were crossed tightly over the pillow she was hugging, and her small, pointed chin was practically buried in the duvet. From the doorway, Liam watched her, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips.

"Are we quite finished with the theatrics, kitten?" he asked, his voice a low, steady rumble that always managed to cut through her most elaborate protests.

Another sigh, louder this time, vibrated through the ymattress. "But Li-am," she whined, her voice muffled, "I don't want to. It's…it's icky."

Liam stepped into the room, a small, foil-wrapped package and a tube of lubricant in his hand. He walked to the side of the bed and sat down, his weight making the mattress dip. "I know you don't want to, Lexi. But we've discussed this. You haven't been able to go for three days, and you're clearly uncomfortable. This will help."

She turned her head slightly, enough for one eye to peek at him, dark and pleading. "But what if… what if I can just go naturally now? Maybe it's changed. Maybe it's gone!"

He chuckled, a warm sound that usually melted her resolve, but today she was a fortress of bratty resistance. "Unlikely, love. And even if, by some miracle, it had 'gone' in the last five minutes, we're not risking it. The doctor said this was the best course of action."

"The doctor doesn't have to put it in their butt!" she muttered, her voice rising in indignation.

Liam leaned down, his face close to hers. "No, but I do. And you, my darling little brat, are going to let me. Because it's what's best for you, and because I said so." His tone was firm, the underlying current of command clear. The air in the room, previously thick with her protests, now held a new weight – the inevitable.

She squeezed her eyes shut. "I hate it when you use that voice."

"I know," he said, gently stroking her hair. "But I wouldn't have to if you weren't being such a stubborn little thing. Now, I need you to roll over onto your back for a moment so I can get your pyjama bottoms off."

Lexi stiffened. "No. I'm staying right here. I'm glued to the bed."

"Lexi," Liam's voice dropped another notch, losing its amused edge and becoming pure authority. "Don't make me resort to other methods. You know I will. And you know I'm far less gentle when I have to physically enforce a simple instruction."

She knew. She truly did. He rarely had to resort to it, but when he did, it was effective. And honestly, the embarrassment of being physically manipulated into position was almost worse than the act itself. With a final, drawn-out groan that could rival a dying sea creature, she slowly, reluctantly, rolled onto her back.

He gave her a small, approving nod, then pulled back the duvet. "Up you go," he said, tugging gently at the elastic waist of her pyjama bottoms. She squirmed, wriggled, and tried to push his hands away.

"No, no, no! Just leave them! Please, Liam!" Her face was flushed, partly from effort, partly from shame.

"Lexi. Off. Now." His eyes, usually warm, were unyielding.

Defeated, she lifted her hips ever so slightly, allowing him to slide the soft fabric down past her knees, then her ankles. He folded them neatly and placed them on the bedside table. "Good girl," he murmured, perhaps a little sarcastically.

"I am not a good girl," she grumbled, scowling up at the ceiling. "Good girls don't have to get suppositories."

"Bratty girls who don't eat enough fiber and refuse to admit they're constipated do," he countered smoothly. "Now, I need you to roll onto your side, facing away from me, and bring your knees up to your chest."

This was the worst part. The positioning. It made it so real, so unavoidable. She squirmed again, but he placed a firm hand on her hip, guiding her. Reluctantly, she rolled, facing the wall, and tucked her knees up. Her bottom was now undeniably exposed. She squeezed her eyes shut again, her cheeks burning.

She felt the cool, smooth touch of the lubricant being applied. She flinched, biting her lip. "It feels so cold!"

"Just for a second, love. It'll help make it easier." Liam's voice was gentle now, soft and reassuring. He knew this was hard for her. He knelt on the floor beside the bed, preparing the suppository, tearing open the foil.

"Please be quick," she mumbled, voice tight with humiliation.

"I will," he promised. "Deep breath for me, Lexi."

She took a shaky breath, holding it. She felt a brief, cool pressure, then a distinct, strange sensation as the suppository was inserted. She gasped, her body tensing, and tried to pull away.

"Hold still, kitten," Liam's voice was firm, his hand still gently but firmly on her hip, preventing her escape. "Almost done. Just hold it in for a moment."

He held it there for a few seconds, letting her body adjust. She squirmed internally, the foreign object feeling bizarre and intrusive. After a moment, he removed his hand.

"There. All done. Now, you need to stay on your side for at least fifteen minutes. No trying to push it out, no getting up." He patted her hip. "Understand?"

Lexi let out a long, shuddering breath. The indignity of it! She laid there, feeling the strange, melting sensation beginning. It was undeniably unpleasant. "I hate you," she mumbled, though it lacked any real venom.

Liam leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "No, you don't. You'll thank me later when you feel better." He stood up and pulled the duvet back over her, tucking it in snugly around her. "You were very brave, even if you were a bit of a pain about it."

She didn't respond, just lay there, stewing in her misery and the peculiar feeling in her rectum. Liam went to put away the supplies, leaving her to process.

A few minutes later, she heard him return. He climbed into bed behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. His chin rested on her head.

"Still mad?" he whispered, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her arm.

Lexi sighed, the theatrics slowly draining out of her as the immediate discomfort began to subside, replaced by a dull, internal waiting game. "It's still icky," she mumbled, but she leaned into his embrace, finding comfort in his warmth and solid presence.

"I know, baby," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. "But you did it. And soon, you'll be feeling much better. Good girl."

And despite herself, despite the lingering embarrassment and the strange sensation, Lexi found herself relaxing into his arms. She might have been a brat, but she was his brat, and she knew, deep down, he always had her best interests at heart, even if those interests sometimes involved a very unwelcome suppository.