Title:
Leather and the Lab coat 2
Name:
Joy
Email:
SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating:
R
Dylan was seated on Logan's kitchen
counter in a gray tank top and boxers when he rolled in for breakfast the
morning after she arrived. "Good morning sunshine. How do you do
today?" she said with enthusiasm.
"God! I forgot how perky you
are in the morning. And that expression everyday-Flashback!" Logan
responded. Not being a morning person, he hated being around a chipper morning
person.
"Well, I see we've never gotten
over our morning crabbiness. Why do you insist on getting up if you don't like
the morning and you don't have somewhere to be?"
"I do have somewhere to be- my
desk with the computer on it," he said, as they glared at each other for a
minute as Logan began to dig into his cereal.
Dylan cleared her throat and tried
to begin the morning again, "She's nice… Beautiful too. By the way you
grabbed her hand, looks like you've been working on the sharing thing."
Logan
paused to think about what she just said, "Some what… I'm getting better
at it. Plus, Max has been around for a lot of the really hard stuff the last
several months… She's really good at talking me down off my ledges."
"I'm glad," Dylan said
with a halfhearted smile.
"You were really hoping,
weren't you?"
"Kind of… I received an offer
of an unusual position. If I take it, I know I won't be coming back. I'm trying
to talk myself out of it. I figured I could if I made amends for the
past."
"Dylan," Logan said with a
sigh, "I know you feel awful about the way you left and you have been
wondering 'what if' ever since, but I'm mostly happy with my life right now. I
wish you can find the same thing."
"Yeah," she said looking
down. She put her bowl in the sink and hopped off the counter. "I'll go
change and we'll get started."
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Logan was seated on the exercise
table with small electrodes placed all over his legs. "OK Logan… I'm gonna
crank up the box and you are going to try to move your toes."
"You gotta be kidding me."
With a flick of the switch the
electrical stimulant coursed through the box and into Logan's legs. He grimaced
a minute then relaxed. His leg muscles contracted sporadically of their own
accord, while Dylan watched with glee. "Will they stop that?" Logan
asked.
"Yeah. They just have to get
used to having electrical impulses being present again."
"What are you doing to me, by
the way?"
"Training your body to work
around the lesion."
"What?"
"Basically, the plan is to
create a box small enough to put in your back that will send the electrical
signals you need to move your legs. Let me worry about the specifics, and you
concentrate on your toes," Dylan said simply.
Logan stared at his toes for a few
minutes. He wrinkled his brow saying, "This isn't working."
"Try this… Close your eyes and
relax. Think about wiggling your toes the way you did as a kid."
Logan sighed, then closed his eyes.
When his breathing became regular, Dylan made a minor adjustment to the box,
and suddenly he was moving his toes. "Hah… Wait, I'm doing it," Logan
said excitedly. As soon as he looked at his toes, they stopped moving.
"Hey, what happened?"
Dylan cocked her head to one side.
She took his feet in her hands and tickled a very sensitive spot that Logan
would automatically jerk if he felt it. Sure enough his foot jerked to the
side. Her face grew more quizzical. She got her notebook out and jotted down
his responses.
In total doctor mode, Dylan asked,
"What effect has the shooting had on your sexual function?"
"Dylan, if this isn't
for…" Her gaze snapped to him in contempt. "Lab coat- right… I don't
know."
She wrinkled her brow, "You and
Max aren't…"
Logan's face became flushed,
"Don't get any ideas… We're close…just not there!"
Max arrived at this point in the
conversation, choosing not to let her presence be known due to the sensitive
nature of the material. Dylan spoke next saying, "OK. Suck it up. I'm your
doctor… Hey if it makes you feel any better, I have to deal with the fact my
patient has seen me naked."
"Your method of comfort is not
helping!"
"Fine! You haven't had sexual
relations since the shooting… but we know you can get it up from contact. What
about just thoughts… no direct contact?"
"Yes."
"Interesting. So when you say
you don't know, you mean you don't know about the ejaculation part?" she
asked.
Logan turned every shade of red
imaginable while Max just watched unseen. She knew she shouldn't be listening
to the intimate details of Logan's recovery but after the previous night she
felt like she had some claim. "…I…I haven't tried," Logan fumbled as
Dylan took notes. "I don't see what any of this has to do with my
legs!" he said in frustration, knowing very well the two were related.
"My research to make this
little box is based on sexual function… Think about it. Sixty to eighty percent
of men with SCI can still perform sexually and have some feeling in what should
be a totally paralyzed area. There is obviously something that allows the body
to work around the legion. My task is to try to figure out how to do that in
your legs," she said
"Problem is, I'll be asking you
lots of embarrassing questions and possibly asking you to 'try' to have an
orgasm, so I can monitor it… I said nothing about with me, OK. I'm not that
desperate… We would just do this as comfortably as possible for you. I would
need to have a few monitors on to gage blood flow and automatic
reactions," Dylan finished as Logan shifted uncomfortably on the table. He
wanted to walk but at what cost. Dylan would not torture him in this way unless
she thought it was necessary.
"I
don't quite understand what you would be asking me to do here? That is a pretty
generic description. Are you asking me to… stimulate… myself? Did you… did you
think I would… OK I can't do this. My relationship with Max is at tentative
point, and if you were even remotely suggesting I use her to get off for this
experiment, I will have none of it. She isn't a flavor of the week or a piece
of meat," Logan stated emphatically.
Max was touched. Logan wouldn't even
consider putting his legs before her. She was more important to him than she
thought. "Logan, I wasn't suggesting you do anything you weren't
comfortable with. I actually thought you would ask Max to do this with you as a
trust thing… I know how much you hate to appear weak or in need in front of
anyone. It would be a pretty good way to start out a sexual relationship on the
right foot. It would be an exercise in communication, big time."
"OK. No offense, but in none of
my fantasies of sleeping with Max are there monitors involved," Logan
snapped.
"Fine- but have you thought
about the awkwardness of not communicating about what or what might not happen
in that bedroom. Wouldn't you want to talk about that with her before
hand?"
"Yes. But once again, not with
monitors!"
"OK. Sorry. We will venture off
this topic…" Dylan said a Logan huffed from his chair. "Are you close
to…" Logan glared at her big time. "Sorry, not enough time has
passed."
"Dylan! This is my life we are
talking about. Not the experiment. I don't want to feel like my relationship
with Max was rushed because of this."
"Then I think we need to
discuss other options…"
"Later, I need a break,"
he said.
At that moment, Max pretended to just enter the
apartment. She thought the way Logan had been behaving was so sweet; she wanted
nothing more to help in any way she could. Anyway- she hoped would involve
finishing what they started the night before.
"Hey, there. How's it going Dr.
Dylan?" Max asked.
"OK. We're about to take a
break. Hit a few roadblocks, but over all the treatment looks promising. I'll
go over the medical files you have," Dylan said leaving the room.
"How's the bionic man?"
Max asked as she helped Logan remove the electrodes from his legs.
"Frustrated. This is going to
involve some unforeseen complications," he said sliding into his chair.
"Well, I was just coming by to
say good morning and snag a kiss before I have to head to work," she said
with a smile.
"Oh, do I like this new
arrangement!" Logan said with enthusiasm. She leaned down and kissed Logan
a little. She soon was sitting in his lap, kissing him like she was never going
to see him again. He kept his eyes shut as they parted lips, "WOW. Come
over to kiss me more often!"
"You liked that, huh?"
"Who wouldn't? A beautiful,
intelligent, amazing woman decides to drop by in the morning to get my pulse
racing. I think I'm a lucky man."
"So tell me something? How long
you gonna make me wait?" she said biting his lower lip.
"Max. You're killing me,"
he groaned. "I'm gonna make you wait until you can assure me you'll be
here in the morning."
"Fair enough… I don't think
that will take long… I mean, I've stayed here despite Lydecker on the
rampage."
"NO… I'm talking about
not freaking out that you let me that close and scurrying from the apartment in
the middle of the night," he said as he intertwined their fingers.
"OK," she said with a
pout. "I gotta go to work. We'll talk about Dr. Dylan when I get home… I
mean, get off… I mean, get back… here… from work," Max said greatly
flustered.
"You're really cute with your
foot in your mouth," Logan said with a smile. She kissed him lightly
before she departed through the door.
"All right Dylan, give me the
other possible game plans. I'll suck it up and deal with the embarrassment
factor later. Max is out of this equation at the present time," Logan said
rolling into the computer room, where she was seated reading his files.
She looked up from the words written
very concerned, "Logan, the only way I am doing this is if you get
therapy."
"Excuse me?!"
"How close did you come?"
"I don't have a clue what you
are talking about."
"Don't play me like I am fresh
off the bus here. I know you. You don't do things half way… If you were as
despondent as your last doctor thought, I want to know how close you came to
offing yourself?"
"I don't want to get into that
Dylan."
"Why? Because you know me and
that would make you vulnerable? Guess what- You don't get a choice. I am your
best shot of walking again but I need to know that if something goes wrong, you
aren't going to blow your head off. Now, how close were you?" she said as
she stared him down.
"I had the gun out," he
said looking down.
"What made you stop?"
"Water from my upstairs
neighbor's apartment dripped on my face. I went up to check on her. She had
fallen and hit her head… She said I was young and had everything to live for…
When I came back to my apartment, Max was here worried about me. It was the
first moment I thought about what it would have done to her. Hurting her isn't
an option, ever."
"Is that supposed to be my
assurance that it won't happen again?"
"Yes and no… I'll talk to
someone if you want me to. I was seeing someone right after the shooting who was
'helping me adjust,' like there is such a thing. I can go back… Is that
better?"
"Much… Go be Eyes Only. I'm
going to do a little reading with this report and see if I can figure out where
she was headed."
"Yes ma'am."