The Pass Along Fanfic

*Mountain Lion on the Loose*

Chapter 24 - written by: Maritza

Okay folks, here is my contribution of this wild story. Please understand that this is the first story I've ever written with dialogues. It's not what I wanted to write, but I felt a little change was needed in this story. I think you will understand. So here it is. I hope I got the ball rolling to finish this story. Here it is.

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"Ah Jules, I've missed ya. Where have ya been all this time? Glad you're still enjoying the rearview," Hank stated as he wickedly laughed.

As Michaela meticulously cleaned and disinfected the wound on Hank's bottom, she couldn't help that a half smile was trying to creep up her lips. Although she loved her husband's hind side, she couldn't help to notice that Hank's rear was just as nice as well. Sully noticed the flush on her face.

As she finished up with Hank, Sully sneaked behind her and whispered to her ear only, "Doesn't that remind ya of someone you're dying to get yer hands on?"

Michaela again flushed profusely, as her mother happened to approach at that moment to hear Sully's suggestive words.

"Mr. Sully, I am happy to see that you are helping my daughter adjust well to marital bliss, but I don't think this is neither the time nor the place for such matrimonial duties! Kindly restrain yourself in the presence of company."

"Mother please!" exclaimed Michaela.

"I don't want to hear it," said Mrs. Quinn, raising her hand up to Michaela. "Now what are you planning to do with that ...that character? " Mrs. Quinn demanded as she pointed to Hank disgustingly.

"Well, he will stay the night here in the living room and then be moved into the clinic in the morning. You will stay of course in Brian's room, as he will just accompany Hank in the living room.

"Yes, of course," said Mrs. Quinn pointing again to Hank with a sneer. "How did he get himself into that predicament?"

"Mountain lion," spoke Sully.

"Oh dear, are there really mountain lions around here?" said Mrs. Quinn apprehensively.

"Don't worry non 'bout it. The one that got Hank is now long gone."

"Are there other mountain lions still found around here?"

"Na, the one other, well umm…, can get a little wild, but she's as tame as a lamb. I can definitely handle that one," Sully said as he turned and winked at his wife.

"I see what goes on here," stated Mrs. Quinn in a very stern voice. "Truthfully, I am pleased. A married woman could never get enough of her duties."

Overwhelmed with such embarrassment, Michaela had to get away. She excused herself and immediately retreated upstairs.

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Later that evening in their bedroom, Sully waited anxiously for his wife in bed. He was feeling rather amorous this evening, just aching for his lovely wife. As she made her appearance, he was disappointed to see her in her most well covered oversized nightgown, and cream all over her face. She even had two long braids down her front.

Sully never thought it could happen to him in this short time married to Michaela, but his need began to slowly descend, as he sighed. He again looked at Michaela and this time had to stifle a laugh.

"Michaela, what's all that. What are ya doing?"

"I'm getting ready for bed."

"Like that?"

"Sully, you've seen me this way before."

"Yeah, but not right before bed and well...you know...when we..." He grabbed the towel out of her hand, and began to pull her close to the bed. Then he proceeded to wipe her face.

"Sully, I'm sorry...I just can't."

"What's wrong Michaela?" Sully asked concerned as he pulled her closer to sit next to him on the bed.

"Sully ... we have guests..."

"That's never stopped ya before."

Averting her eyes she turned so that he did not see the mist in her eyes as she stated, "I'm just feeling rather tired and well...you know...we have been rather active these days, especially today. But if you really need me, I could..."

Sully hushed her with his fingers, and smiled into her eyes saying, "It's all right, Michaela. I didn't mean to pressure ya if ya don't wanna. I just wasn't thinkin'. Is that all there is? Huh?" Still avoiding his eyes, Sully turned his wife's face to him and stated, "Look at me."

"I'm sorry, Sully...we could..."

"No...not like this. Tell me. What's wrong?" he implored.

"Well...with all of our activities... I'm sort of feeling a little..." she stated in the faintest of whispers and lowered her eyes, "Sore."

"You mean, I hurt ya," Sully said alarmingly.

"No! No, Sully...You didn't. I'm fine really. I just need a little rest."

"Ya sure?" Sully stated not convinced.

"Yes."

"Then come here," he said as he scooped her over to the middle of the bed and laid alongside of her. He began to caress first her neck, then her shoulder, and then across her breasts; continuing further down passed her belly, as he sweetly kissed her face.

"Sully...I just said ..."

"Shhh!" he whispered. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of ya. You'll see." He opened her night gown and began an agonizing decent of his moist lips down passed her belly ever so gently. She gave in to some of her needs. It was the most sensuous, relaxing, love making she'd experienced even though they restrained from the actual union. It brought back memories of their first time together as man and wife.

Sully had kept his promise then to keep it ever so easy; now he loved her in other ways for her comfort. Tears sprang to her eyes. "I love you Sully," she whispered. She felt treasured and completely at ease.

Afterwards, Michaela slept contentedly as a newborn in the loving arms of her husband, forgetting she had ever had any discomfort and mentally promised that tomorrow will be his turn to be pampered.

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The next morning found Michaela and Sully with great difficulties in transporting Hank to the clinic. Matthew also helped as well.

Hank kept calling Michaela "Jules" as he was awakened from his long sleep. That's when Michaela realized Hank may have amnesia. He suddenly grabbed Michaela's arm and made to move her in close for a kiss, all the while continuing to call her Jules. Sully immediately forcefully removed Hank's hand off of Michaela and was about to grab his throat.

"Sully, please let him go!" she shouted at her husband. Not knowing much about Hank's illness, she decided to proceed with caution and allowed Hank to believe she was his Jules until she can get a response from the Denver Hospital as to how best to deal with Hank's condition.

Now all she needed to do was to tell Sully. For some reason she was uneasy about telling him of this, and to her mother as well. Hank would be at the clinic for the next few days. After he was settled comfortably into a recovery room, Michaela thought it best now to approach her husband about Hank's problem with memory loss and how she was planning to help him by allowing Hank to believe she is Hank's Jules.

"Sully, I need a word with you."

"What about?"

"Well, as you noticed, Hank keeps calling me Jules. He seems to be suffering from memory loss, known as amnesia."

"And...?"

"Sully, I'm going to permit Hank to continue to believe I'm Jules."

"What...? Come again?" he said with a raised tone.

"Sully, it's only for a few days."

"It ain't that, ya know how Hank is always startin' somethin'. And I ain't sure 'bout this."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Course I do!"

"Then I guess we have nothing else to discuss," she said sighing. "Now I really do need to get some work done, Sully. Please don't let Hank worry you." She tiptoed to lightly plant a kiss on his lips. "Remember, I'm your so called mountain lion that can be as tame as a lamb. So I can take care of myself." She smiled seductively as she moved about the room.

"Well...just to make sure, I'll be here with ya. I don't trust him." He took her hands into his strong hands, lightly massaging them and looking into her eyes, he stated, "Michaela, what if he's making it up?"

"Sully...! Please...!"

"Alright, alright, I'm goin'." He gives her a deep kiss that promised her of much more to come.