REFLECTIONS
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 25 years
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 12
"The next night started out great, then she got a call from the hospital to do an emergency surgery. She said she would take a cab home, but I would not let her so she offered her office for me to stay until she was done."
Samantha let Frank in her office and hurried to surgery. It was over two hours before she emerged from the operating room and she was dead tired. If Frank weren't still here she would have crashed in her office. Frank was lounging on her couch watching TV when she walked in.
"Hey." She said.
Frank looked up and saw that she was still in her scrubs holding her clothes looking bone tired. "Everything go okay?" He asked standing up and walking towards her.
She knew her body ached because of the stress of her date with Frank and the surgery. She didn't even bother to change out of her scrubs. "Yeah. Just tired, the surgery was more tedious than I expected." She said rubbing the back of her neck.
Frank walked up behind her and started to rub her shoulders, immediately she stiffened at his touch. He leaned into he and whispered, "Relax."
She closed her eyes to push away the panic that a man's touch does to her. After all the years, she still cannot have a normal reaction to a man's touch and that is why she could never get close to one.
Frank could feel her body tense, relax, tense, relax but he kept massaging her shoulders and neck determined for her to completely let go. After awhile she did relax but by that time she had slipped out of his touch. She turned and looked at him said; "It's late and time to take me home."
"Your wish is my command." He rested his hand on the small of her back and led her out of the office.
"Your mother was so exhausted that before we reached her apartment, she fell asleep and inadvertently leaned on my shoulder. I was tempted to take her to my apartment but knew that would have been a mistake. I was really threading new ground with her." He said to his son.
"Ok so your good looks, didn't do anything for Mom. Why didn't you move on to a more willing female?"
"Because she was different from the rest and it was refreshing to be the hunter instead of the hunted."
"We got to her apartment, I woke her up and escorted her upstairs. She didn't ask me in just said good night without even offering a kiss. For some reason, I knew I was in trouble because I was content not having kissed her."
Samantha wanted to crawl into bed, but need a hot shower. While she was in the shower she thought about Frank. She would have loved to be able to spend more time with him, but her fear would not allow it. She would have to stop all contact with him before her fear surfaced in a way he could not see.
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 25 years
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 12
"The next night started out great, then she got a call from the hospital to do an emergency surgery. She said she would take a cab home, but I would not let her so she offered her office for me to stay until she was done."
Samantha let Frank in her office and hurried to surgery. It was over two hours before she emerged from the operating room and she was dead tired. If Frank weren't still here she would have crashed in her office. Frank was lounging on her couch watching TV when she walked in.
"Hey." She said.
Frank looked up and saw that she was still in her scrubs holding her clothes looking bone tired. "Everything go okay?" He asked standing up and walking towards her.
She knew her body ached because of the stress of her date with Frank and the surgery. She didn't even bother to change out of her scrubs. "Yeah. Just tired, the surgery was more tedious than I expected." She said rubbing the back of her neck.
Frank walked up behind her and started to rub her shoulders, immediately she stiffened at his touch. He leaned into he and whispered, "Relax."
She closed her eyes to push away the panic that a man's touch does to her. After all the years, she still cannot have a normal reaction to a man's touch and that is why she could never get close to one.
Frank could feel her body tense, relax, tense, relax but he kept massaging her shoulders and neck determined for her to completely let go. After awhile she did relax but by that time she had slipped out of his touch. She turned and looked at him said; "It's late and time to take me home."
"Your wish is my command." He rested his hand on the small of her back and led her out of the office.
"Your mother was so exhausted that before we reached her apartment, she fell asleep and inadvertently leaned on my shoulder. I was tempted to take her to my apartment but knew that would have been a mistake. I was really threading new ground with her." He said to his son.
"Ok so your good looks, didn't do anything for Mom. Why didn't you move on to a more willing female?"
"Because she was different from the rest and it was refreshing to be the hunter instead of the hunted."
"We got to her apartment, I woke her up and escorted her upstairs. She didn't ask me in just said good night without even offering a kiss. For some reason, I knew I was in trouble because I was content not having kissed her."
Samantha wanted to crawl into bed, but need a hot shower. While she was in the shower she thought about Frank. She would have loved to be able to spend more time with him, but her fear would not allow it. She would have to stop all contact with him before her fear surfaced in a way he could not see.