Still coming, one more chapter in the hospital then home and we will see where it is going. This one is for all those who wanted Catherine to let Lou in. Established adult and intimate relationship ( seeing as they are engaged) implied.
She woke trying to shake the feeling from her neck, it took her a moment to realize what it was. Turning her head she leaned into his, she made it hard for him to nibble on the spot that tickled her. A moment later she regretted that as he simply started to suck on it.
" Hey." She smiled at him, waiting to see his face.
" Hey, you taste good; its truly you and none of that crap you put on to smell better." He lifted his face and smacked his shoulder.
" Not funny. I haven't showered in forever; that's gross." She groaned, trying not to roll her eyes, he would bring that up.
"No, I would argue that. I prefer this." He grinned at her, she saw the twinkle in his eyes that meant trouble; before he ducked his head back to her neck.
" No, stop . Lou don't start something you cant finish." She grinned as he sighed, she had pulled the joker; they both knew where kisses usually led. She wanted that, he was the one man she knew would be gentle with her, but she didn't trust her body. They had to wait, she wouldn't have a problem with that, he on the other hand would.
" Not fair woman. Who said I can only enjoy your body when I'm going to make love to you? That is going to have to change because I want to have you all the time; and not always every part of you. But the doctor will be here soon so I wont embarrass you; I'll have you later." He whispered, his lips right next to her ear; she knew he was playing now too. Before he pulled away he nipped the spot just behind her ear; she shivered involuntarily.
" You're sure on that?" She stirred the pot just a little more.
" Oh I'm very sure, but I better get up." His hand slid up her body to cup her;making her gasp. Then he pushed off the bed, and sat up. " That was for last night."
Catherine smiled, admitting both defeat and her addiction to his touch. There was joy swelling inside her, the way he touched her reassured her that he still wanted her and thought her beautiful; it was good to see how his eyes had darkened with lust. There was no faking that look, but the fact she was getting it not having boundaries pushed was incredible.
"You've been deprived for a while haven't you?" She grinned at him.
" Yes I have. But for everyday I have to wait I am going to collect once your better." He promised and she saw his eyes darken a little more, her gaze dropped just to check; the way he was standing would hid anything.
" I will look forward to that. Can you help me to the bathroom?" She gave up, this was good but she wanted to move; preferably with his help and not some one she didn't know.
" Let me ask the nurse." He told her slipping away quickly, being the good boy; exactly what she had hoped to avoid. Seconds later though he was back. " I can help you to the bathroom and into your chair as long as I can carry you if needed."
She rolled her eyes when he winked; they both knew that he was fully capable of carrying her. " I don't have to wait in the bed for the exam?"
"No, she said I could get you into the wheel chair."He told her, closing the door before coming to help her sit up.
Catherine nodded before letting him help her sit on the edge of the bed; she still felt the twist to sit a lot; it was not a pleasant thing. He was gentle though, his hands on her shoulders he helped her to stand. Once on her feet she let out a deep breath before starting the slow process of getting to the bathroom; leaning heavily on Lou.
She was thankful that he was strong, his hands on her back promised her she wouldn't fall; she had no fear of that. It was also sweet that he was holding her gown shut at the back; even though the door was closed. They got to the bathroom and he heated a cloth for her face.
" Can you untie the gown?" She asked, trying to take deep breaths.
" Cath, do you think you should wait for the doctor?" He hesitated.
" No you go ahead, I will go do my round and come back. It would be good for her to be washed; it will make her feel better." A voice on the other side of the door made them both jump; they had missed the door opening and closing; as she left though Catherine heard the soft click.
"Please Lou, you might like me sweaty but I feel gross. I have to meet this woman from Sunflower in the hospital, in an ugly gown; I will at least be clean." She tried to coax him, feeling his hesitation.
" I know. Are you going to let me do this for you at home?" He asked, still hesitant but working slowly on the knot.
" If I have to have the help." She sighed softly, she didn't want to; she didn't want to have anyone help her shower.
" No shutting me down and you have to tell me if something hurts okay?" He pulled the gown off her and crouched in front of her; she nodded looking into his eyes. " Okay Cath, I know you don't want the help and I am going to suck but please give me a chance."
" I will." She whispered, she could feel her eyes watering; she was sitting on the pot like a naked fool and he wasn't worried that this was to needy. No he was worried about hurting her, as humiliating as this was he was being sweet.
She did give him credit, he was gentle and careful, he seemed to get the concept of actually washing with both soap and water. And she did feel much better to be clean, he gave her stitches a wide berth but it was okay. Helping her stand holding onto the rail on the wall he dried off her back and kissed the back of her neck. She liked standing holding the wall but it took more effort. Once he got her into a gown she was ready to get to the chair.
He helped her out of the bathroom and closed that door; making her stand just holding his arm; every little bit of independence felt good. But rather than moving back to stand in front of her he slipped behind her and scooped her up. Catherine groaned at him, but also knew that she might not have been able to walk to the chair; he just smiled and kissed her cheek.
Once she had been deposited in the chair she caught his face and kissed him on the lips; he was making her love him more every minute.
"Does that mean you are going to be good? Not give the doctor any trouble?" He asked pulling away and this time she did roll her eyes.
Catherine wasn't planning on giving the doctor trouble; she was though going to try and find out more about the woman. She knew Sara would find that case for her, if anyone could it would be the ex-workaholic brunette; but she wanted to remember it on her own.
When he started untwisting her braid she smiled; most of her curls had slipped loose but the fact he thought to take some time with it was sweet. It felt good to have her hair brushed out, he brushed it down around her face before pulling it back and up into a surprisingly good pony tail; all her hair was back and up even if he did tie it very tight. She heard him fumbling with something behind her and then he carefully caught her bangs and twisted them back and pinned them; only stabbing her with the bobby pin once.
He stepped around in front of her and she started to open her mouth when he took both her hands and studied her a moment. Confused she waited. " I know you can put yourself together better but its a decent job and I think you look beautiful."
" Thank you. I do love you Lou; I'm sorry we have to deal with this." She whispered, this was the exact opposite of the man she knew from work; sweet and caring rather than the rough and tough detective she liked to tease. It was a good side too see, outside the bedroom and without sex.
" I love you too, and I'm sorry this happened but I'm not sorry to be here for you; I kind of like dressing you up. But for your own sanity I don't think I should try your makeup at any point." He gently brushed a hand against her cheek, his words making her laugh.
" I agree but I feel good." She told him, still grinning.
" Good." He mumbled, bringing the chair from the bedside over to sit it as close to her as possible.
The doctor returned a few minutes later and Lou held her hand while everything was poked, he helped her stand to let the doctor finish and then settled her right back down. That was all routine, it had happened several times already. Once the doctor drew blood she fished a little box from her pocket.
"Alright Catherine so I know you know a little bit about diabetes and blood sugar but I have to explain everything anyway; so bear with me." Dena explained, Lou moving to sit on the bed so the doctor could have his chair; Catherine could tell he was still listening closely though.
" So sometimes the body cant produce enough insulin to maintain a constant blood sugar and this can be dangerous. Some people are born with it and some people develop it; your record show there is history of adult onset in your mothers family. The trauma your body sustained coupled with pregnancy, which has been known to cause diabetes as the fetus grows, has thrown your blood sugars out. We noticed it the first night after your surgery but that is common; it has been persisting. Right now we just want to monitor the fluctuation to see if your body is getting back on track and how long it might need."
" So this is just a temporary thing?" Catherine asked, a little worried; she knew diabetes wasn't a big deal but she didn't like the idea of having to deal with insulin.
" We cant say. It could be your body is just so stressed and trying to recover that your blood sugar isn't stabilizing, it is early for it to be the pregnancy but that could prolong it. Or it could be that there was to much trauma to the pancreas and it cant keep up. Right now we just want to monitor it so we know. There is nothing definitive. For two weeks we will track your blood sugars and then review them with you and make a decision. It could be nothing." The doctor told her, she knew the woman was trying to be kind but it hurt; nothing was right with her.
"Catherine, you can use this kit, test your sugar three times daily and take the kit home; make sure you record them. If it is lower than four star it and eat something." The doctor told them as her pager went off; glancing at it she set the kit down and slipped away.
As the door closed she glanced at Lou and then at the kit in her lap, she knew how it worked but really didn't want to use it. Slowly he moved towards her, taking back his chair and slowly opening the kit. He set it up and opened the date pad; writing down the date and time. The little machine beeped, showing a flashing blood drop; she offered him her hand.
Catherine felt the prick and Lou took the drop; the machine beeped again. He wrote it down and she watched him set the kit aside. "I'm going to go move my stuff and talk to the realtor. I will come back before supper at the latest; promise."