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The Mistakes We Make: Part Five
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He lay comfortably underneath the thin sheet, just enjoying the fact that he wasn't being woken up by a pager. Then he felt the soft brush of her lips against his collarbone before she curled up next to him.
"What time is it?" he groaned, unmoving as his hand rested comfortably on the curve of her hip.
"Five."
"Explain to me why you're waking me up?"
"I was under the impression last night that this would be our little secret. No one's up yet. You have time to escape."
"I feel like I haven't slept in ages."
"It's probably true. I think we passed out around four."
"This is sadistic," he complained as he crawled out of bed and gave Gillian a perfect view of his naked body before he began to get dressed.
"John?" she asked pulling a sheet up to her chest.
"What?" he asked as he stopped at the door and turned to her.
"It's okay to be scared sometimes."
He didn't respond but slipped out the door. When he got to his own room he found he couldn't even sleep. He went out to the pump and quickly washed his hair before slipping on a new T-shirt. He was well into the swing of work that day when he saw Gillian walk in.
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Carter pressed the stethoscope to Luka's chest and listened.
"Here anything?" the Croatian voice croaked.
"You have a long recovery," Carter said. "A full and healthy one will require a transfer to a sterile hospital. Europe is closest. A transfer to the states would be better but more dangerous."
"You're the doctor."
"Get some rest." Carter walked off and out into the dark night. He was about to light his cigarette when he heard the footsteps.
"How is he?" Gillian asked sneaking up behind him.
"He's got a long way to go. Physical therapy and all."
"How are you?"
"Exhausted."
"Here," she said handing him a coke.
"What'd you lace it with?"
"Nothing. Just something to cool you off."
"I could use a cold shower," he said as he took a long drink.
"Really? I can relieve that," she whispered. Gillian's hand reached under his shirt and her chilled hands from holding the cokes cooled him instantly. "Are you done working?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Good. Come on," she said securing her hand in the front of his jeans and pulling him before her.
"Gillian," he said.
"What?" she asked as she closed the door to her room, finally releasing her grip on him. He flopped down on the bed and rested his head on his upraised arms.
"Teach me French."
"Later," she said as she walked over to his reclining form.
"Now."
"Repeat after me," she said as she slowly began to slip out of her clothes, giving him a private show.
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"I'm going to check with the hospital when I get back to the states. I'll be in contact with your doctor at all times. You know how to get in touch with me," Carter reassured Luka as he was loaded into the back of the truck.
"Thank you. Do me a favor?" He whispered.
"What?" Carter asked.
"Don't hurt her, please," Luka said, his eyes traveling to Gillian's frozen stance.
"Luka," Carter started.
"But make a decision that you can live with," Luka whispered before closing his eyes, talking was too much.
"You'll be in good hands," Carter said before closing the door. He stood in that spot until the truck disappeared and he felt her arm hand sneak up the back of his shirt.
"So, we're off duty. What do you want to do?" she asked. He looked over his shoulder with a smile. "No one's in the housing."
"That's not what I had in mind," he said. Within an hour they were deep in the door, Carter donning a fancy camera and taking pictures of exotic wildlife.
"Why are we doing this?" she asked as she followed close behind him.
"Because I want to document. And I would be lost without you," he said raising his camera to an animal.
"John, isn't there something better to be doing?" she asked.
"Our flight isn't until tomorrow. We have plenty of time. Now, continue with the French."
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Author's Note: Thanks for reading. Please continue to respond with your feedback.
The Mistakes We Make: Part Five
~*~*~*~*~*~
He lay comfortably underneath the thin sheet, just enjoying the fact that he wasn't being woken up by a pager. Then he felt the soft brush of her lips against his collarbone before she curled up next to him.
"What time is it?" he groaned, unmoving as his hand rested comfortably on the curve of her hip.
"Five."
"Explain to me why you're waking me up?"
"I was under the impression last night that this would be our little secret. No one's up yet. You have time to escape."
"I feel like I haven't slept in ages."
"It's probably true. I think we passed out around four."
"This is sadistic," he complained as he crawled out of bed and gave Gillian a perfect view of his naked body before he began to get dressed.
"John?" she asked pulling a sheet up to her chest.
"What?" he asked as he stopped at the door and turned to her.
"It's okay to be scared sometimes."
He didn't respond but slipped out the door. When he got to his own room he found he couldn't even sleep. He went out to the pump and quickly washed his hair before slipping on a new T-shirt. He was well into the swing of work that day when he saw Gillian walk in.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Carter pressed the stethoscope to Luka's chest and listened.
"Here anything?" the Croatian voice croaked.
"You have a long recovery," Carter said. "A full and healthy one will require a transfer to a sterile hospital. Europe is closest. A transfer to the states would be better but more dangerous."
"You're the doctor."
"Get some rest." Carter walked off and out into the dark night. He was about to light his cigarette when he heard the footsteps.
"How is he?" Gillian asked sneaking up behind him.
"He's got a long way to go. Physical therapy and all."
"How are you?"
"Exhausted."
"Here," she said handing him a coke.
"What'd you lace it with?"
"Nothing. Just something to cool you off."
"I could use a cold shower," he said as he took a long drink.
"Really? I can relieve that," she whispered. Gillian's hand reached under his shirt and her chilled hands from holding the cokes cooled him instantly. "Are you done working?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Good. Come on," she said securing her hand in the front of his jeans and pulling him before her.
"Gillian," he said.
"What?" she asked as she closed the door to her room, finally releasing her grip on him. He flopped down on the bed and rested his head on his upraised arms.
"Teach me French."
"Later," she said as she walked over to his reclining form.
"Now."
"Repeat after me," she said as she slowly began to slip out of her clothes, giving him a private show.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I'm going to check with the hospital when I get back to the states. I'll be in contact with your doctor at all times. You know how to get in touch with me," Carter reassured Luka as he was loaded into the back of the truck.
"Thank you. Do me a favor?" He whispered.
"What?" Carter asked.
"Don't hurt her, please," Luka said, his eyes traveling to Gillian's frozen stance.
"Luka," Carter started.
"But make a decision that you can live with," Luka whispered before closing his eyes, talking was too much.
"You'll be in good hands," Carter said before closing the door. He stood in that spot until the truck disappeared and he felt her arm hand sneak up the back of his shirt.
"So, we're off duty. What do you want to do?" she asked. He looked over his shoulder with a smile. "No one's in the housing."
"That's not what I had in mind," he said. Within an hour they were deep in the door, Carter donning a fancy camera and taking pictures of exotic wildlife.
"Why are we doing this?" she asked as she followed close behind him.
"Because I want to document. And I would be lost without you," he said raising his camera to an animal.
"John, isn't there something better to be doing?" she asked.
"Our flight isn't until tomorrow. We have plenty of time. Now, continue with the French."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Author's Note: Thanks for reading. Please continue to respond with your feedback.
