Wow, ya'll are awesome! Five chapters and seventy five reviews! Ya'll sure know how to make a girl feel special! Okay, here's chapter six. Now, here's fair warning. The first part of this chapter is pure SMUT!! So sensitives and people who don't like reading smut should turn back now! Now, enjoy this chapter, and please remember to review!
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He offered no resistance as he followed her from the hospital on autopilot, saying nothing and concentrating on the feel of her hand in his.
The ride back to the hotel was quiet, but comfortable. She kept her hand on his leg as he drove, but let her mind wander over the past year.
Don't wreck the car, Logan. Don't wreck the car. He struggled to concentrate, but it was difficult with her hand resting on his leg. He had missed her and that was never more clear to him than it was right then.
She closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the seat. The radio played softly in the background, and she found herself humming along with the long forgotten tune.
He glanced at her a few times before finally asking, "Are you all right?"
Her eyes snapped open, and she smiled warmly at him. "Never better," she said softly.
The look on his face turned curious and he raised an eyebrow, a corner of his mouth turned up in half a grin. "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
He was almost surprised when he pulled into the lot and parked the car, safe and intact...well, the car anyway. Inside he was a wreck. He had a rare opportunity here, and he didn't want to blow it with some offhand remark. He couldn't count how many times he'd done that. Funny how he never seemed to learn...
She could tell he was thinking hard, and she slipped her hand into his again as they walked away from the car and to the hotel building. Her stomach was churning wildly, but the feeling was pleasant, letting her know that something special was certain to come.
He was caught off guard when her hand slid into his and he looked at her. He was so concerned about messing this up for good. She was in a fragile state and he had to tread cautiously. The next few hours would help her to heal or cause her irreversible harm, and it was all in his hands. That scared him more than a little.
She felt his pulse racing against her fingertips as they approached his hotel room, and she squeezed his hand. "Calm down, Mike," she murmured, stroking his knuckles with her thumb.
"Uh, I'm calm," he muttered, trying not to swallow too hard.
She suddenly spun him around and looked up into his clouded green eyes. "Mike, don't lie to me. Just relax." She reached up and ran her thumb along his jaw. "You're nervous, and it makes me nervous. It's just me."
Just her? It was just her? His former partner, his friend, who had been traumatized to the point of abandoning him for a full year, not trusting him to take care of her through the worst time in her life...
"I don't want to hurt you." he murmured.
That's what he was afraid of? "Mike... Oh, God..." She opened the door and pulled him in, then wrapped her arm tightly around him. "Mike, I want this," she said, her voice muffled against his chest. "I want you."
He kissed the top of her head. "Are you sure? I can't screw this up, Carolyn."
"And you won't," she tried to reassure him. "Just... let's just take it slow..."
Slow? He wasn't sure he knew how to do slow...but for her he would try. Just follow her lead, moron. Don't give more than she can take. Be gentle...and forget about yourself for once.
She pulled on his hand and led him to the bed, then sat down on the foot of the bed. "I know I told you this, but I missed you," she said softly, her fingers playing with the edge of his shirt.
He closed his eyes, concentrating on her fingers. He wanted to tell her how much it had hurt when she left without saying a word, but somehow he thought that would shatter the mood, and as much as he wanted to protect her, he didn't want to stop what she had started.
Whether I'm right or wrong
There's no phrase that hits
Like an ocean needs the sand
Or a dirty old shoe that fits
And if all the world was perfect
I would only ever want to see your scars
You know they can have their universe
We'll be in the dirt designing stars
She finally saw the surrender in his eyes, and she reached up and pulled him down alongside her on the bed.
Turning toward her, he searched her eyes and, finding no censure, he gently kissed her, allowing himself the chance to enjoy the contact. He braced himself for her withdrawal, and when it didn't come, he deepened the kiss.
Her hand suddenly came alive, and she reached under his shirt and ran her hand along his bare skin. "Mmm..."
He trembled, not only from the light caress but from the effort it took to hold himself back. He returned her caress in kind, along her waist, hesitating to venture further.
She reached down and covered his hand with hers, then brought it to rest against the bare skin of her stomach. She shivered and moaned softly at his gentle caress.
He turned toward her, placing light kisses along her temple, down the side of her face until he found her mouth. As he kissed her, he moved his hand slowly, tentatively, along the skin of her stomach upward toward her chest. He struggled to keep his touch tender yet still braced himself for the rejection he felt sure was coming.
Her heart pounded against her ribs, and she was certain that he could hear it just as loudly as she could. His large, calloused hand traveled upward along her stomach, and she closed her eyes and lost herself in his gentle kiss.
As his hand approached its destination, he could feel the rapid pounding of her heart. He drew back a little. "Are you all right? You sure you want this?"
Her eyes opened, and she raised her head and pressed her lips against his decisively. When she pulled away, she said, "Mike, if I didn't want this, you would've been flat on your back ten minutes ago, all right?"
And darlin' you know
You make me feel so beautiful
Nowhere else in the world I wanna be
You make me feel so beautiful
His lips quirked into a roguish smile and he pulled her back into his arms, covering her mouth once again with his and letting his hand continue its slow journey until it came into contact with the fabric of her bra.
She swallowed thickly and suddenly wish that her stupid arm wasn't in a cast. She glared at it resentfully, then concentrated on the dark green eyes in front of her. As his fingers made contact with her bra, she reached out and grabbed the edge of his shirt, rolling it slowly upwards.
A deep moan rumbled through his chest as she drew his shirt up. His fingers trailed along the fabric of her bra and, with a move he had long practiced until he had it down perfectly, he undid the clasp and freed her from its confining hold.
She almost laughed at how well he made the move, and suddenly she sat upright and pulled his shirt off completely, tossing it with a sigh onto the floor.
He quickly and smoothly undid her shirt and slid it from her shoulders along with her bra, his mouth quirked into an appreciative smile. "Nice," he murmured as he rolled onto his back and pulled her down on top of him, relishing the contact of skin to skin. A small voice in the back of his mind reminded him to go slow, and he once again struggled to comply. The last thing he wanted to do was spook her. When his hands cupped her breasts, he groaned and drew his thumbs across her nipples.
Oh God, oh God, she groaned mentally as his fingers slid expertly across her nipples. Mike Logan is touching me! A small moan slid from her lips, and she bowed her head and rested her face in the crook of his neck.
Her breath was warm against his neck and he tipped his head down for another kiss. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers moved in a gentle caress back toward her waist where he fingered the waistband of her pants, once again waiting for rejection.
His exploring fingers sent shock waves through her system, and she swallowed before lifting her head and reaching down to touch the button of his jeans. Her eyes searching his, she carefully, and somewhat awkwardly, undid his jeans.
He let out a soft groan when his jeans came undone and he gently slid her pants over her hips, careful to continue gently kissing her, hoping to offer reassurance that he would never cause her pain.
Whether I'm up or down
There's no crowd to please
I'm like a faith without a clause to believe in it
And if all the world was smiling
I would only ever want to see your frown
You know they can sail away in sunsets
We'll be right here stranded on the ground
Just happy to be found
Suddenly she was very aware that she was only wearing underwear, and that he was still in his jeans. With a smirk, she pulled away from his kiss and said, "Ah, you're a little... overdressed, aren't you?"
"I can fix that," he replied with a grin.
She returned his grin and rolled over onto her side beside him, watching as he rolled his jeans off of his hips and tossed them onto the floor.
"Better? Now...where were we...?"
She settled her hand on his back and guided him back on top of her. "This... is incredible," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.
He snickered softly, burying his face in her neck. "You have any idea what that does to my ego?" he murmured against her skin as he softly nibbled then licked the sweet flesh.
She shook her head and laughed. Not a fake laugh or a forced laugh, but a real one that shook her entire body.
He laughed softly with her and his hands moved over soft, yielding flesh. Bracing himself once more, he took the final step to remove the last bit of cloth that separated her from him.
She felt his hands on her underwear, and she reached down and covered his hand with hers. This was something that she needed to do. Slowly, she guided his hand, and they both pulled her underwear away from her body.
Acceptance and approval...he took her permission with a smile and finally relaxed. As his fear of causing her more pain slid away, so, too, went his hesitancy. With a self-assurance he struggled to keep from becoming cocky, he moved his body along the length of hers, kissing her softly, then with more passion as he waited for her to let him in.
You make me feel so beautiful
Nowhere else in the world I wanna be
You make me feel so beautiful
She felt him relax, and in return, she relaxed and finally let her guard down for the first time in nearly a year. Only with him... She suddenly realized that he was waiting for her, and she smiled and eased her legs around his waist.
With a quiet laugh, he claimed her mouth and slid past her defenses, watching and feeling for any sign of panic that his actions might possibly stir.
She stiffened a little, but she quickly relaxed again and parted her lips. His kiss was warm and demanding, and her eyes slid shut as his tongue explored the dark recesses of her mouth.
He lost himself in the taste and feel of her, and when he took that final step and gently slid inside her, his entire body felt overwhelmed. When she didn't deny him, he settled into a slow rhythm and made certain he was meeting her needs as well as his own.
When he slowly eased into her, she closed her eyes and balled the blanket in her fist, then dropped it and rested her hand on his back. "Mike..." she whispered, arching her back slightly.
He stopped and looked at her, concern and trepidation in his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked tentatively.
Her eyes shot open, and she said, "Don't stop... Please..."
He was confused but happy to oblige. "I wasn't going to...unless you asked..." he murmured against her neck as he kissed her and continued, hoping to soothe over her pain and bring her back to him.
His breath was hot and soothing against her neck, and she reached up and ran her fingers softly through his hair. His back tensed, and she kissed him again and said, "Not leaving again..."
I have lost my illusions
I have drowned in your words
I have left my confusion
To a cynical world
I am throwing myself at things I don't understand
Discover enlightenment holding your hand
"Not gonna let you," he murmured.
"Good." She arched her back, and the soft layer of hair on his chest tickled her.
He continued his pace for a while, letting the tension build and watching for her reaction. He was still afraid she was going to tell him to stop. But as he continued, and she responded to him, he relaxed, became more confident, and he let his body set its own pace. His gentle kiss became more demanding in response to his body's reaction to hers.
She could feel him move faster, and her breaths grew shorter as she closed her eyes and lost herself in his ministrations.
Her response drove him on, faster, more urgently until he crossed the threshold, burying himself inside her with a groan of release.
She felt herself being swept away, and when she came back down from her own high, she realized that he was half sprawled across her.
He rolled off her with a soft grunt once he had recovered and pulled her into his arms, cradling her in a gesture that was both affectionate and protective. He kissed her temple, cradling her body in the curve of his own. He felt himself drifting off to sleep, and he gave her another hug before he slept.
She felt his breathing even out, and once she was certain he was asleep, she turned in his arms to face him. His face was the picture of contentment, and she prided herself on being the one who put it there. Her body was deliciously sore, and she stretched lazily. Sleep was fogging her senses, and she pressed her lips briefly against his before settling her head in the crook of his neck to sleep.
You are so beautiful
Yeah darlin' you know
That you make me feel
So beautiful
Nowhere else in the world I wanna be
Yeah you make me feel so beautiful
Alex's hands trembled as she raised her cup of coffee to her lips and took a sip. Lowering the cup, she stared at Bobby's prone form and sighed. He was unconscious, again, and she was exhausted, emotionally, physically, and mentally.
She set the cup on the floor beneath her chair, then stood up and popped her spine, shivering as she did. Once she had the kinks worked out of her neck, she took a few steps to Bobby's bed and slipped her hand into his.
"You've got to stop doing this," she said quietly, her left hand gently moving across his cheek. "I want to get you home. I need to get you home."
She paused a moment before brushing her lips against his forehead affectionately. Then she squeezed his hand and sat back down in her chair, pulling the blanket a nurse had been so kind as to provide up to her chin. Her eyes slid shut, and she curled her small frame in the chair before sleep claimed her.
His chest was on fire and every breath made the throbbing, burning pain worse. He shifted his position, which was the wrong thing to do. More pain flared in his right side and he groaned. What the hell had happened to him? He remembered... oh God... he remembered yelling at Barek. What an ass he was! How could he do that? More and more he was starting to not like who he was turning into. Something had to change, and that change could only come from inside him.
He forced his eyes open, waiting for them to adjust to the dim light in the room. The familiar blur from the painkillers had settled in his head and he hated that. What had caused this new adventure in pain for him? It was still an effort to breathe, and the pain made him even less inclined to take a deep breath. When his brain forced his body into it, pain shot across his chest, radiating down his right side. He rolled onto his side, bracing it against the bed, and groaned again.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his partner, asleep once again in the chair by his bed. He was filled with the contradicting emotions of guilt and gratitude. And love...
Leaning forward, he slowly reached out toward her, gently brushing her hair back from her face, and he managed a soft smile. He had no idea what his life would be like any more if she were not an important part of it, and he had no inclination to find out.
Through the fog of sleep, Alex felt a hand on her face, and she swatted at it before bolting upright in the chair. When she realized that Bobby's dark brown eyes were open and focused on her, she relaxed and leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on his bed. "Hey there."
He didn't answer her. He met her hazel eyes and closed the short distance between their faces to brush his lips gently over hers. "I-I'm sorry," he finally whispered after breaking the gentle kiss.
"What did you do now?" she asked softly, a smirk turning up the corners of her mouth.
His own mouth quirked into an amused smile. "I-I had no business...getting so...so angry..." He closed his eyes to battle the surge of pain, physical and emotional. Looking at her once again, he finished, "I shouldn't have...yelled at her like that."
What you got if you ain't got love?
The kind that you just want to give away
It's okay to open up
Go ahead and let the light shine through
I know it's hard on a rainy day
You wanna shut the world out
And just be left alone
But don't run out on your faith
Shaking her head, Alex rose to her feet and carefully perched herself on the edge of his bed, then reached out and pulled his hand into her lap. "Bobby... you were hurting, and you both lashed out." She gently traced the lines in his palm with her fingertips.
He looked ashamed. "I...never wanted to hurt her...ever."
Her eyes darkened, and she closed her hand over his. "I know you didn't," she whispered. "You would never hurt anyone on purpose. I know you wouldn't."
He shook his head slowly. "Where is she?"
"She's at the hotel with Mike."
He nodded. "I, uh, I need to talk to her...soon..." He unconsciously took a deep breath which he immediately regretted as fire burned hot across his chest. He groaned and swallowed hard.
She saw the pain flare up in his eyes, and she reached out and touched his cheek.
Comforted by the gesture, he leaned into her hand and softly sighed. It felt cool against his warm skin and he was grateful once again that she was there, tinged with a smattering of guilt that she had put her life on hold to sit beside his bed.
When he leaned into her touch, she felt overwhelmed by the emotions that struck her. Slowly, as if awaiting his rejection, she moved closer to him and settled down beside him, drawing him gently into her arms.
He relaxed in her arms, settling his head against her chest as an overwhelming array of emotion slammed into him. He wrapped an arm around her and held her firmly. When he spoke, his voice was uneven and barely above a whisper. "I love you, Alex."
"Love you, too, Bobby," she said softly, without hesitation. Sighing softly, she rested her chin on the top of his head.
When his tension dissipated, it took a lot of his pain with it. He closed his eyes, chasing sleep as he nestled comfortably in his partner's arms. Forcing his eyes open once again, he softly asked, "Did they tell you...what happened to me?"
"Mm? Oh, yeah," she murmured, running one hand through his unruly curls. "The doctors said that your liver was lacerated, which was aggravated when you and Carolyn fought, and that you have pneumothorax."
He nodded, accepting her explanation. Enjoying the path of her hand through his hair, he gave another soft sigh before he surrendered to sleep.
She realized that he had fallen asleep, and she looked around the room before realizing that she had no desire to leave him. So she leaned back against the pillows and nuzzled her face into his hair before closing her eyes and returning to sleep.
Cause sometimes that mountain you've been climbing
Is just a grain of sand
And what you've been out there searching for forever
Is in your hands
And when you figure out love
Is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else
Seem so small
When he woke again, she was no longer snuggled with him. He felt like something was missing and he searched for her. She had helped him to relax and chased away some of his pain. Okay, if he was going to be honest with himself, she chased away a lot of his pain, not all of it physical. He spotted her sleeping in the chair again and he vaguely wondered why she'd gone back over there. He settled back into his pillows and concentrated on his breathing until he heard her say something. Turning to answer her, he was surprised to find her still sleeping. His face relaxed into an amused smile and he waited for her to waken.
Her mind was foggy as she felt sleep slip away, and she stretched in a very catlike way in the somewhat comfortable hospital chair. Wait a minute... How had she gotten back into the chair?... She rolled her head back, then looked at her partner, who was staring at her with an amused smirk on his features. She yawned, then said, "What?"
"You talk in your sleep," he replied easily.
A blush crept along her neck and up to her cheeks, and she shook her head. "No, I don't."
"Yes. You do."
She shook her head and rested her head in her palm. "Do not."
His smile widened. "Do, too."
A smile made her lips twitch, and she shook her head again. "I do not talk in my sleep, Goren."
He remained firm. "Yes, you do, Eames."
She threw her hands up in the air and sighed. "There's no arguing with you, Mr. Know It All." Then she mumbled under her breath. "Don't."
He laughed, groaning at the pain that flared with his soft laugh. "Do," he muttered just as softly.
Suddenly she busted out laughing, clutching her sides as she managed through the laughs, "We are so mature."
He laughed again. "You're gonna kill me here," he muttered, only half-serious.
She took a deep breath, tampering down the laughter as she crossed her ankles and leaned forward in her chair. "You sleep good?" she asked, her eyes softening.
"I guess. It still hurts to breathe." He shifted again. "What about you?"
"A lot better than I... have in a while," she answered truthfully, tilting her head as she reached out and gently smoothed back a stray curl from his forehead.
He was annoyed by his tendency toward fatigue and the absence of his normal energy levels. He had little patience for being incapacitated. But he was tired, and his annoyance wasn't going to change that. He shifted over in the bed and motioned to her. "Please," he said softly, moving the blanket to make room for her.
She smiled and climbed out of the chair, then lifted herself up onto the bed. "Comfortable?" she teased, scooting her body as close to his as she could.
He turned into her body, pulling her back snuggly against him. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head against hers. "Nice," he whispered, feeling himself falling once more toward sleep. "Eames?" he whispered sleepily.
"What, Bobby?"
"Yes...you do...talk in your sleep..."
She shook her head and rested it against his, her eyes drifting shut. "Do not."
It's so easy to get lost inside
A problem that seems so big at the time
It's like a river that's so wide it swallows you whole
While you're sitting around thinking
About what you can't change
And worrying about all the wrong things
Time's flying by, moving so fast
You better make it count cause you can't get it back
Logan rolled over in the bed, searching to draw a warm body into his arms, to snuggle against her and gently kiss her...but the only thing his hand found was empty air and barely warm sheets that had been abandoned by the woman he had fallen asleep with. Opening his eyes, he searched the room for her. It wasn't a big room and she was nowhere to be seen. Jumping out of bed, he went to the bathroom, which was as empty as the room. "Fuck!" he swore.
Carolyn stood hypnotized on the balcony, wind whipping through her tangled curls as she stared at the crashing waves below her. A loud curse interrupted her trance, and she glanced around her surroundings.
In the room, Logan began to pace, wondering where she could have gone to and, more importantly, why? What could he possibly have done to chase her off?
Turning on her heel, Carolyn walked back into the hotel room to a very confusing sight. Mike was pacing angrily around the room, and she tilted her head to the side and watched him. "Uh, Mike?"
He stopped in his tracks and whirled to face her, relief flooding through him. In two long strides he was in front of her, pulling her to his chest. "God, Barek...you scared the hell out of me!"
"Hey, calm down," she murmured, feeling him shudder as she wrapped her good arm around him. "I was just on the balcony. It's okay."
He buried his face in her hair, relishing the smell and the feel of her against him. "I thought...never mind..."
She pulled away from him and studied his tensed facial features. "You thought I left, didn't you?"
He nodded mutely, afraid to speak.
For a moment, she just stared at him. Then she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled his head down to rest in the crook of her neck. "I wouldn't... I can't leave you, Mike. I won't."
"Do you mean that, Carolyn?"
She sighed and squeezed him tightly. "Of course I do, Mike," she murmured, kissing his head softly. "I... I love you."
He relaxed and held her firmly against him. He knew no words to describe the feelings those words stirred in him and all he could do was hold her closer and whisper in her ear, "I love you, too."
She smiled into his hair, then pulled away from him. At his questioning glance, she slipped her hand into his and led him back to the bed. "It's late, Mike," she murmured, sliding under the covers.
He slid in beside her, pulled her against his chest and gave her a kiss, content to have her snuggled against him. Sleep was quick in coming.
She watched him slip easily back into sleep, but it wasn't as easy for her. He still didn't trust her. He thought she had left him in the middle of the night, like a one night stand. How was she going to prove to him that she was back to stay? How?...
Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing
Is just a grain of sand
And what you've been out there searching for forever
Is in your hands
Oh, and when you figure out love
Is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else
Seem so small
Bobby sat against the pillows and looked at the little wooden tiles in front of him. His eyes shifted between the board and the letters he had drawn. His stomach rumbled and he frowned. "Isn't it lunchtime yet?"
Alex was sitting beside his legs, one hand supporting her upper body as she stared at the board, her brow furrowed in concentration. She opened her mouth, but her response was cut off by squeaky wheels and a young, cheery voice.
"Lunchtime!" a young nurse announced as she carried a lunch tray into Bobby's room.
He helped Alex clear the game from the tray table and watched the nurse set his tray down. He frowned. Jell-o, broth, coffee with no cream...damn...
She saw his lips turn in a frown, and she patted his leg and said way too cheerfully, "Eat up, partner. I want to take you home soon."
"Do you really expect me to get better eating broth and Jell-o?"
Her bright eyes danced, and she said, "Yes, I do. Now eat."
He was sorely tempted to refuse until they brought him food with substance, but his hunger was winning out. "If I'm going to fill up on Jell-o, I'll need more than this."
The all too cheery nurse piped up, speaking to him as if he were a small boy. "Clean your plate, and I'll bring you more." Then she spun around on her heel and walked back out. Alex snickered under her breath, then turned her attention back to her partner.
"You heard the woman. Clean your plate, Bobby," she laughed.
"Shut up, Eames," he grouched, not amused.
She swallowed her laughter, then eased his tray aside so that she was sitting by his waist, with her legs dangling over the side of the bed. Then she pulled the tray back to them.
He eyed her with irritation. "It's not funny. You can eat real food. I'm stuck with reconstituted collagen."
She shook her head. "Ah, how familiar I am with the reconstituted collagen," she said in a fake, wistful voice. Then she reached over and picked up the spoon, ignoring the confused and surprised look on her partner's face.
He watched with suspicion as she handled the spoon, resolving that if she really wanted his food she was welcome to it. He wasn't into a clear liquid diet and he was beyond annoyed that this was all they'd give him. Maybe he could bribe Eames into bringing him a burger...or a slice of pizza...
His mouth parted slightly, and she giggled and, figuring that he was imagining a nice steak or hamburger, pushed the spoonful of broth into his mouth.
He choked on the unexpected fluid that hit his throat as he took a breath. With every cough a band of pain tightened around his chest. As he caught his breath, the pain subsided and he glared at his partner with a raised eyebrow. "Are you trying to kill me, Eames?"
She had a surprised look on her face, and she dipped the spoon into the soup again, then brought it up to her nose. She sniffed it, then shook her head. "Just trying to get you home, Goren," she stated, shrugging one shoulder.
Annoyance settled in. His diet, putting it bluntly, sucked and he was not going to be spoon-fed by anyone. He took the spoon from her hand and set it on the tray. "You want me home? Get me some real damn food," he snapped.
She bit her lip at his anger, then rose up off of the bed. "Sorry," she said softly.
His irritation faded rapidly and he regretted snapping at her. "Alex...I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean anything..."
She crossed her arms over her chest and stood beside the bed. "Bobby," she began quietly. "I know... I know that this stuff isn't exactly the most delicious, but it's all that your body can handle right now. And I really don't want to sit here for another three days waiting for you to regain consciousness." She looked upwards at the ceiling, willing the tears away before she locked her eyes on him again.
He raised an eyebrow. "I-I'm sorry...I...I need something more than...this...if I'm going to recover..."
She chuckled and sat down beside him again, resting her hand on his arm. "I'll make you a deal, Bobby. I'll talk with your doctor and see if we can't get some real food in here, but if he says no, drop it, at least for now. Okay?"
He frowned, his mouth forming half a pout. "I don't have to like it," he grumbled.
For a moment, she could see a four year old boy sitting in front of her, and she chuckled warmly. "No, you don't."
He gently pushed the tray away. "I-I'm tired."
She scooted up closer to him and laid down on her side, her arm draping protectively over his chest. "Then sleep," she murmured, nuzzling her face in his hair.
He studied her for a moment, still fighting irritation over what he saw as unnecessary dietary restrictions. He knew that his body still had a lot of recovering to do, and he found that it was sleep that did him the most good. "Tell the doctor a burger would be good," he murmured softly, turning his head toward her. He rolled onto his side, keeping his body in contact with hers.
She felt him curl into her side, and she smiled and retrieved her novel from the chair by his bed. Opening the book, she quickly lost herself in the adventures of Buttercup, Westley and 'truuuuuuuue love'.
Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing
Is just a grain of sand
And what you've been out there searching for forever
Is in your hands
Oh, and when you figure out love
Is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else
Oh, it sure makes everything else
Seem so small
TBC...
A/N: Yeah, we had to get some lighthearted fluff 'n stuff in there before we hit Bobby over the head with some nasty stuff. Hehehe. The first song in there, chosen by Infinity, was So Beautiful, by Savage Garden. The second song, chosen by me, was Carrie Underwood's newest song, So Small. Next up on the menu, emotional stress to the max! Thanks for reading this chapter, and we'll be back with the next one soon!