They woke up late the next morning, both fully dressed, even their shoes. David's arm was throbbing and his head was pounding. Eleanor was pressed up against him, makeup smeared all over her face, eyes still red and puffy. She groaned when he made to sit up.
"I'm never going out with Harry again." She said, her arm over her eyes to block out the sunlight.
"Come take a shower with me." He said, standing and holding a hand out. "I haven't washed my hair in three days." She just looked at him, not understanding, and he explained about not being able to open the shampoo with one hand.
"Do you know how to run a three leg race?" Eleanor asked and they slowly made their way to the lavatory. Now it was David's turn to look confused, so she told him about the engagement yesterday.
"I think you have to count it out." He replied, laughing. "Like which set of legs moves when?" She nodded and he pulled her close. "I love you. I want to be with you and I want us to be happy together." He said, looking intently at her. She nodded again. "I think we've got a lot of shit stacked against us, so we've got to tackle it one thing at a time. Your dad seems okay lately, so maybe that's one problem solved?"
Eleanor's eyes got wide at that as she realized she never told him about her conversation with Harry in the helicopter. She quickly retold it, smiling as she pulled off her trainers and jeans.
"That's a relief." He said, going to brush his teeth. "I'm not sure we'll all ever be best mates, but it's a start." He spit, finishing his brushing, and continued. "You've got to budge on the house, love. You can't buy us a house and ask me to quit my job. It's too much."
"Maybe there's a compromise?" she suggested, but was frowning.
"Maybe." They swapped places at the sink and he went to start the water. She was only in her knickers, leaning over the sink, and he felt his body respond as he watched her. He busied himself with getting undressed and was able to get the sling off. When she finished brushing her teeth, he went back to her, a shower forgotten.
Her hair was still in a sleek ponytail for her sporty activities yesterday, so he kissed her bare shoulder. She shivered at that and he continued, trailing kisses down her spine. Her hands went to either side of the counter, bracing herself, and his hand went to her breast. He could bend his other arm at the elbow, but it hurt to move the shoulder, so he kept it at her stomach, fingers splayed out on her skin.
She was still facing away from him, her face reflecting in the mirror as they came together with an agonizing slowness. He could see her expression and it was so arousing that he had to physically restrain himself. He moved slowly and she moaned from deep in her throat. She bent forward a little to give him better access and her hands moved to the wall in front of her for support.
She was moaning and making noises, driving him insane. She couldn't grasp at him like she normally did, but he knew she was quickly unraveling from the words she was saying to him, begging and pleading for him to go harder and deeper.
David continued his slow movements, taking his time. She pushed back hard against him, forcing his hand and he couldn't control his pace any longer. When she yelled out his name, he was done for and he gripped at her. She cried out again and again, both of their bodies trembling and spent. He trailed his hand down her back and kissed her shoulder.
Eleanor turned in his arms, separating them, and kissed him thoroughly, their bodies pressed together.
"I think we should shower and spend the day in bed." She said, hands on his bare bottom. She kissed him again and again until he was ready once more, this time her legs wrapped around his waist with her back on the wall, gripping his right shoulder. It was quick and fast, both of them exploding around each other, his hands tight on her bum, not caring that pain was shooting through his arm at the use.
They showered quickly, Eleanor helping him with his hair. He couldn't get the bullet wound wet for seven days, but could change the bandages, so they dressed and she headed downstairs to see if Sally had anything. He pulled on running shorts and a tee shirt and headed down too, starving. He found Eleanor in the kitchen, poking around in the large stainless steel refrigerator.
"I'm going to make breakfast." She announced when she saw him. "Sally called for a nurse to come over. We don't have any supplies." David was about to say that was unnecessary, but he let it go. The family had all sorts of people on retainer. She came around, arms laden with eggs and veg and put it all on the metal counter in front of him. The kitchen was commercial, all metal and a big pots and pans around.
She hit a stumbling block immediately when she didn't know how to turn on the giant gas range. He came around to see if he could help her. After a bit of bending and pushing of things, they got it going and he went to make coffee. He kept an eye on her, concerned she would set herself aflame. She soon had the eggs and veg mixed up in a big copper bowl and he came to stand next to her.
"You can do a scramble, it'll be just the same. Then we can eat together and one omelet won't get cold." He said, dropping a kiss to her bare shoulder. She was wearing a dress with little straps.
"Good idea." She smiled at him and poured the entire bowlful into the pan on the range. It was enough for an entire family.
They ate at the counter, David eating until he was bursting so she knew he enjoyed it. Sally came when they were just finishing, and Eleanor offered her some. The woman just shook her head, smiling at the scene, and they noticed another woman accompanying her. She introduced her as the nurse and David stood, extending his hand to thank her for coming on a Saturday. He gave her a quick rundown of his injury and they set to work as Eleanor cleaned up, despite Sally's protest.