Title: Bubble Tea
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I no own
Summary: When Bunny Tsukino learns that she's pregnant with Darien Shields child, she feels that her life is over. A baby wouldn't have been a problem if the father hadn't been a one night stand. Now she's unsure with what her next move should be, and if he would be as supportive as her best friends are. She can't help but wonder when her life became a TV-drama. - AU
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Craig was home when she got off of her latest shift. His car was parked out on the driveway, and the front door was unlocked, a few boxes were placed around the foyer.
Her soon-to-be-ex was in the kitchen making a meal. He wasn't as tall as she remembered, barely passing 5'8". His brown hair was a little shaggier than it had been a few weeks ago, and he wore a fitted t-shirt with casual khaki's. She couldn't help but compare him to her patient's grandson. Zoicite had more class, and the thought shamed her. Craig was still her husband; if she were willing they would still be able to work it out.
The smell of food wafted throughout the air, and it made her mouth water. She just got off of a twenty hour shift, and hadn't realized how starved she was until the aroma struck her senses.
"Oh, you're home earlier than I thought you'd be," His voice was as smooth and soft as it had always been.
"I'm off at my normal time," She replied stoically.
Craig nodded, "How were the holidays for you?"
"Busy, I worked." She didn't ask him how his were as her eyes drank him in. There was a touch of resentment in her for him ditching her so close to Christmas and New Years. She idly wondered what he had told his parents when he had showed up without her on his arm.
"I'm sorry that you had to spend it alone."
Her first thought was that he was full of it. But he was a gentle mannered person, and that was what had drawn her to him to begin with when they were sixteen. His words were probably legitimately sincere.
They had eloped at eighteen on a whim, during the summer before college. They lived in a cramp dorm together until he had gotten his bachelors in engineering, and by then she had started medical school.
Amy had spent fourteen years by this man's side, and this year would have made it fifteen. In a small way the doctor was relieved. Their relationship had been lacking any sort of spark for several years now. They had different goals in life, and the logical side of her knew better than to hold on to their dying relationship.
Still, seeing him in what was once their shared kitchen, having him prepare a meal for her, made her ache. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed him.
"What're you doing here?" She found herself asking instead as she took her sneakers off to put them into her bedroom. She stripped out of her blue scrubs once she was in the room, looking for a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt to change into.
Craig had followed her, watching her undress with his dark brown eyes and leaning against the doorjamb, "I had forgotten some stuff in the attic. Then I realized that you had no food in the refrigerator. So I figured I'd make a meal for you and leave it in the freezer so that you had something to survive off of."
She ignored his gaze.
Still, he watched her every move like a hawk did its prey.
She should be bitter towards him, she should hate him, yet she was thrilled by the fact that he was observing her in an openly voyeuristic way.
"Are you done being a pervert?"
"I don't think I'll ever stop being one for you."
Her narrowed blue eyes clashed with his brown ones. "You've gathered all of your belongings, correct?"
Craig shrugged and moseyed into their once shared bedroom. His hands skimmed over the cherry wood dresser and he looked at the vanity mirror. She stared right back at him through the looking-glass.
The two of them still looked like a good couple. The chemistry between their bodies was undeniable. Amy couldn't understand how they fell apart, only that she was glad that it happened while they were still young and childless.
When he turned around and kissed her, she couldn't say that she wasn't expecting it. She had already guessed what his motives were. It was foreign yet familiar.
It had been so long since they've kissed. It was bittersweet, the way his lips brushed against the swell of her lower one. She trembled beneath his warm hands as they traveled the paths they had memorized on her body.
"I've missed you," He admitted has his hands found her waist and his mouth moved to her long neck.
Amy had her eyes closed; she had been trying to focus on the sensations that were coursing through her body. "You're the one who chose to leave."
"I know," his statement was punctuated with a harsh suckled to her collar bone.
They tumbled onto the bed behind her, and he took his time kissing every part of her that he could reach.
It was odd, she couldn't quite remember the last time they had been intimate. At first Amy had chalked it up to their different schedules. There was just never enough time to do anything like that. It wasn't as if she weren't attracted to him, he was her husband after all, but things changed over the years.
He pulled off her shirt and then shrugged off his own
Their skin's connecting caused both of them to moan.
His mouth continued to practically devour her, and he unclasped her plain bra. She let out a small mewl as his hot tongue traced her nipple.
Craig teased her breasts until she was sure she couldn't bear it anymore, before moving down lower.
He pulled down her sweats lazily, and kissed her navel as a hand of his cupped her damp underwear, "I've missed you." He repeated the statement as his hand kneaded her.
The doctor ignored his mixed signals. She tried not to compare the empty house and divorce papers that she had found some weeks ago to the passionate man hovering over her almost nude body.
She was too busy thinking that she hadn't realized his hands had slipped underneath the thin cotton of her panties until he delved a finger into her.
"Ah," Amy gasped. It was unexpected and her body clenched on its own. It hurt a little bit, but she knew she would adjust soon enough.
"You're so wet."
Her face burned. He was always the dirty talker, whereas she was more quiet and reserved. It embarrassed her whenever he spoke to her that way, even now. And she half wished that they could hurry up and get to the main event.
He was firm and hard by the time he was fully nude.
With slow, shallow, thrusts, he entered her.
Amy suddenly wished that she were anywhere else but underneath him. Resentment and regret were beginning to ebb their way in.
Instead of allowing herself to fall back into her usual frigid pattern, she closed her eyes and drifted into her thoughts. Zoicite suddenly came into her mind, and she couldn't help the shiver of pleasure which wracked through her body.
It was him who was above her, moving languidly with lazy thrusts, his blond hair fell carelessly over his broad shoulders. His green eyes were narrowed in on her face, and he would smile at her whenever she had the courage to look back up at him.
His large hands would take her firmly, and hold her still whenever she tried to move with him.
The blond man's deep voice would turn into a guttural growl as he asked her if she liked what he was doing to her.
She moaned lowly at his motions. When Zoicite's thumb brushed against the sensitive nub on her body, Amy couldn't help the convulsive orgasm that she was practically shoved into.
Her hips bucked wildly, and his large hands kept her in place until she calmed before he began to move faster and harder.
"Please," She begged, "please."
When his movements began jerky and he filled her with his seed, Amy was suddenly slammed back into reality.
Her blue eyes snapped up and she stared at Craig as he rolled off of her and collapsed beside her.
Even though her body felt like jelly, shame washed over her.
It took them a few minutes to regain any sense of composure. Both were too busy trying to catch their breath to say a word.
"Would you ever consider taking me back?" He asked her in a small voice sometime later, when sleep began to wash over them and the windows had darkened enough to prove that night was upon them.
Instead of answering she stayed curled on her side, pretending to be dozing. She felt a little disgusted when she felt his mouth press a firm kiss on her bare shoulder before his arms encircled her from behind.
They were spooning and she wanted nothing more than to remove herself from his grasp, because all she could imagine was a tall blond man wrapped around her instead.
Her husband was still fast asleep by the time she woke up for work the next morning.
She showered and dressed in complete silence before leaving the bedroom. She found last nights forgotten dinner wrapped up on the top shelf of the refrigerator. There were bagels that he had obviously bought right beside it. She grabbed one before heading out of the door in her scrubs.
The hospital was as crazy as ever. Amy was beginning to get run down from the place, and was considering going into private medicine. She would be getting a better pay for fewer hours and less headache. It was something to think about.
"Dr. Mizuno," It was hard to not recognize his voice. He was always there every day, coincidently always when it was her shift.
The doctor just couldn't help but think of the night prior, when she pictured him instead of her husband. Embarrassment colored her features, and the ridiculous notion that he knew what she did last night popped into her mind.
When she turned to face him, a blush stained her cheeks. He was much more handsome than her imagination had portrayed him. He was taller too, and more chiselled. Even with long hair he oozed masculinity.
Her mouth went dry as the scenario from last night replayed in her head.
"Yes?" She asked politely instead. If nothing else she was good at playing cold, calm, and collected.
Next to him she was even more petite than normal, he was a full head taller than her. With broad shoulders that she wanted to dig her nails into, and a long neck that she wanted to bite. These thoughts were not normal for Amy; she was the stoic, frigid, bland one out of her group of friends. Something about this man awoke the primal side of her.
"I was wondering," He shifted his feet as he looked down at her. The intensity of his eyes threw her off guard, "If you'd like to go out to dinner with me on your next day off."
The request made her heart skip a beat, "I'd love to."
The smile he gave her made her want to melt into a puddle, "Fantastic, when's a good day for you?"
They exchanged information before her beeper went off and she summoned to one of her patient's sides.
What kind of game was she playing? During her lunch break Craig texted her, lamenting on how much he loved her, and that he hoped she was having a marvellous day.
His message made her stomach sink.
The storage closet was a place of solace, and Amy made her way into it during lunch to use her phone.
Lita answered after the second ring, "What's up girly?"
"I slept with Craig," She blurted out, unable to contain it anymore.
Her friend paused before chuckling, "He's still your husband, so I don't see a problem with it."
The doctor worried her bottom lip, "There's a problem when I was imagining someone else the entire time."
"Oh jeez," the other woman sighed, "I'm pretty sure that's normal too."
"Have you ever done that with Andrew?"
"No." Lita paused, "But you two are going through a divorce. It wouldn't be surprising if you're no longer attracted to him."
Amy was at a loss. She was out of her depth and felt as if she were drowning.
"Why don't you come to Bunny's place with me next weekend? I'm meeting her baby's daddy, and Mina will be there. Either one of the blonde's would be able to help you better with this. I'm pretty sure that Mina will know what to do."
The thought of speaking to Mina of all people about it made her almost cringe. That conversation was probably going to be the most embarrassing moment of her life. But the doctor supposed that she was the best person to speak to about anything sexual.
"Okay, I'll see you next weekend then."
They hung up at the same time and she sagged against the nearest wall. What exactly was she doing with her life?
TBC
MLL: Yes, Amy has urges too.
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