Title: Adjustments
Author: Listabets
Rating: PG13 may end up R but I'm not sure
Category: Robert and Elizabeth romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Robert or Elizabeth. I'm just borrowing them for a little bit for my own amusement, and hopefully for the amusement of those reading this.
Thanks for the reviews-I appreciate them as always. I've been on vacation for 2 weeks and didn't manage to write while I was away. I will post chapters as soon as I get them written.
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Elizabeth arched her back, encouraging Robert to continue kissing down her stomach. His hands slid down her sides exploring the curve of her hips, the length of her thighs while he swirled his tongue around the edges of her belly button. Elizabeth could feel the muscles in her abdomen tighten as his fingers tickled the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs and his breath fanned across her. Robert slid his hands underneath Elizabeth, cupping her ass and lifting her to his mouth. The tension within her grew swiftly as he licked, sucked and nibbled at the very core of her being. Elizabeth rocked against him, lost in the sensations he was eliciting from her, until at last she could feel all her nerve endings begin to release and she was flooded with an explosion of pleasure.
"Robert" Elizabeth moaned as she reached down to bring him up face to face, wanting him to have as much satisfaction as she had just experienced. Her fingers found only empty space. Still reeling from the intense climax of only moments before Elizabeth sat up and found herself alone in her room. Pushing her hands through her hair she peered into the darkness with some confusion.
"Oh, crap! I was dreaming." Vaguely disappointed, and slightly embarrassed, Elizabeth snuggled back under her covers and pulled the duvet up under her chin. The dream was so vivid and as Elizabeth closed her eyes she could feel Roberts hands on her body and his tongue exploring her most sensitive areas. Elizabeth could feel heat rising in her face as she blushed.
"It's like I've been transported back to being some hormone driven adolescent." She thought as tried to get back to sleep. Her behavior in Robert's office had surprised even herself. She had felt young and carefree, excited with the possibilities and the newness of it all. Elizabeth had felt bold and alive, more alive then she had in years. She had also felt very vulnerable to the passion between them. There had obviously been an attraction before, but now that the flames had been fanned it was a bit overwhelming. In the days since that encounter they had shared a few snatched kisses, cups of coffee and a lunch. On all of those occasions Elizabeth would have to force herself to remain engaged in the conversation because her mind kept drifting back to the taste, texture and smell of him. She would see him in the ER and watch as Robert was his usual irritating, abrasive, arrogant self and Elizabeth would wonder at the dichotomy between that man, and the one who was so passionate and sexual with her.
"What if this, whatever THIS is, is only sex?" Elizabeth worried. Curled up in bed, and remembering the dream, she had to smile to herself. "Well if it is half as good as that then no problem!" As Elizabeth began to drift off to sleep again she once again felt his hands slide across her skin.
Elizabeth eyes flew open as she clamped her hand over her mouth in shock. "I've been dreaming of Robert with two arms! As a man with two hands!"
Elizabeth rolled over onto her side and stared into the darkness. She wasn't sure that it was a bad thing to think of Robert was being as he was but she was certain that it left her feeling sad and uncomfortable. Like she didn't accept Robert as he is now, but wished for what he once was. With a heavy sigh Elizabeth closed her eyes and tried to eak out a few more hours of sleep before duty called.
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Robert had been up since dawn making sure to get in a good workout and his PT exercises done before heading into the ER. He was now well into his second week back at work and finding it satisfying to get back into a routine approaching normal. This morning he had enjoyed a great run in the park and for the first time since the ill-fated encounter with the helicopter he was feeling fit and healthy. Now he was in his gym at home finishing up crunches and strength training. It felt really good to Robert to be without the prosthetic arm while he exercised. Sometimes it was a bit heavy and the harness could get uncomfortably sweaty when he was being very active.
Mopping his face with his towel Robert headed down the hall toward the master bathroom. In the years since he had been lucky enough to find this house Robert had renovated it from the ground up. The previous owner had been an elderly woman who had changed very little so all the original wood work, pocket doors and hardware had been untouched. When it came time to create the master suite Robert had taken a smaller bedroom and transformed it into a large bathroom with an attached dressing room. The bathroom was particularly hard to get right because he wanted some specific comforts- like steam jets in the shower but he wanted it to remain in keeping with the age and character of the house. He felt satisfied with the results and certainly enjoyed the amenities. Reaching for the shower controls Robert turned the hot water up as far as it would go to warm the tile and headed to the sink to shave. As he lathered up he thought about the day ahead and found that he was dividing the time into "Lizzie moments". The little chunks of the day where he might see her across the ER while she was doing a consult, when he might be able to share a coffee or a meal, or even better those private moments they had been able to grab when he was able to kiss her again.
Robert was finding it difficult to shave because he couldn't stop smiling. A big stupid grin would appear for no reason, and with little warning, and he was finding it about as embarrassing as when he was going through puberty and would get an erection at the drop of a hat. In the privacy of his own home it didn't matter but at County people were beginning to notice the change in him and Robert wasn't to happy about that. It wouldn't be long before the gossip mill that is the ER would figure things out.
"When they do figure things out I hope they clue me in because I have no idea where this is going." Robert thought as he wiped the soap from his face. Adjusting the temperature he stepped in the shower enjoying the spray across his back and shoulders. His mind drifted back to that crazy afternoon with Elizabeth in his office. He had not been at all surprised about how passionate her responses were. He had known all along that if he were ever lucky enough to get past her defenses she would be a revelation. He could still feel her fingertips tracing patterns on his back, how she had boldly untucked his shirt and explored his stomach and chest and finally run her hands over his ass. He wanted to make love to her right there but it wasn't the right time or place.
"Or I am just a stupid shit!" Robert muttered as he turned to face the water and dialed the control to cold.
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The day had dragged on and on for Elizabeth. It seemed that every time she might have a moment to herself, for a cup of coffee or to even go to the bathroom, there was some huge administrative emergency. Now she was finally able to sit down, even if it was with a huge pile of paperwork, and rest her aching feet. Being Chief of Surgery involved an enormous amount of paperwork and the juggling of some very finely tuned Egos. Every one of the surgeons wanted their needs catered too-and some of those needs could be pretty damn picky. Elizabeth didn't mind too much accommodating staffing preferences. Often the teams of surgeons, OR nurses and Anesthesiologists got into a real groove and worked well together. The stuff that really wound her up was the requests for particular OR, the deal making over timing on the schedules or worst of all making sure that the stereos were stocked with particular tapes. The doctor who made that request had been very surprised when she had laughed in his face and reminded him that she was the Chief of Surgery not his personal DJ.
Elizabeth stretched her arms up over her head and tried to relive a bit of the tension in her shoulders. This job was not something she was really enjoying as much as she thought she might. Dropping her arms down to her sides leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
"Hey sleeping beauty, wake up." Elizabeth blinked her eyes open to see Robert leaning against the door jam.
"Hello, Robert" Elizabeth said with a smile spreading across her face "How long have you been spying on me."
"Long enough to see that you don't look pleased about something." Robert replied as he came into her office and closed the door. As he approached the desk he saw the schedule laid out in front of her. "Ahhhh....the monthly Prima Donna fest. I know it well, and nothing will wipe a smile off your face faster."
"That is certainly part of it." Elizabeth agreed rubbing her eyes and frowning again "It's more than that though, it's the entire package." she confided.
Robert settled himself into the chair on the other side of her desk and waited patiently for her to continue.
"I am just not happy in the role of Chief. The paperwork is never ending, the demands of the staff are overwhelming and the work is becoming so routine that I feel unchallenged surgically." Elizabeth winced slightly at the last statement realizing that it must sound like sour grapes to him because at least she could still operate. Meeting his eyes she was relieved to see that he wasn't at all perturbed by her comment.
"What would you like to be doing?" Robert coaxed
"I am just not sure but this is not it." Elizabeth sighed, "Enough shop talk, when do you get out of here?" She started to sort out the piles of work she needed to take home as she waited for him to answer.
"I'm done for the day and I am looking forward to an evening of paperwork and reading just like you seem to be preparing for." Robert watched her overload her briefcase and smiled at her attempt to jam in more. "Hey I think if the bag is full it indicates you won't get to it before you pass out from exhaustion!" He took the files away from her and put them back on the desk.
"Ok, SmartAss but I bet your case is just as full." Elizabeth shot back as she laughed at herself.
"Oh, no doubt!" Robert smiled "The difference is that I am super human now, being bionic and all that, so I will have no trouble getting it all done!"
"You can turn pages faster now, is that it?" Elizabeth was laughing out loud now as she followed Robert to the door and stepped out as he opened it for her.
"Absolutely, I can go about 60 pages a minute now. My only problem is that I don't have bionic eyes and it really is beginning to affect comprehension!" Robert was laughing out loud as well and as the elevator doors opened to let them on Elizabeth turned to Robert and gave him a swift kiss.
"You're a nut." She replied as the doors closed behind them.
"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!" Shirley crowed as she picked up the phone to spread the word.
Rating: PG13 may end up R but I'm not sure
Category: Robert and Elizabeth romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Robert or Elizabeth. I'm just borrowing them for a little bit for my own amusement, and hopefully for the amusement of those reading this.
Thanks for the reviews-I appreciate them as always. I've been on vacation for 2 weeks and didn't manage to write while I was away. I will post chapters as soon as I get them written.
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Elizabeth arched her back, encouraging Robert to continue kissing down her stomach. His hands slid down her sides exploring the curve of her hips, the length of her thighs while he swirled his tongue around the edges of her belly button. Elizabeth could feel the muscles in her abdomen tighten as his fingers tickled the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs and his breath fanned across her. Robert slid his hands underneath Elizabeth, cupping her ass and lifting her to his mouth. The tension within her grew swiftly as he licked, sucked and nibbled at the very core of her being. Elizabeth rocked against him, lost in the sensations he was eliciting from her, until at last she could feel all her nerve endings begin to release and she was flooded with an explosion of pleasure.
"Robert" Elizabeth moaned as she reached down to bring him up face to face, wanting him to have as much satisfaction as she had just experienced. Her fingers found only empty space. Still reeling from the intense climax of only moments before Elizabeth sat up and found herself alone in her room. Pushing her hands through her hair she peered into the darkness with some confusion.
"Oh, crap! I was dreaming." Vaguely disappointed, and slightly embarrassed, Elizabeth snuggled back under her covers and pulled the duvet up under her chin. The dream was so vivid and as Elizabeth closed her eyes she could feel Roberts hands on her body and his tongue exploring her most sensitive areas. Elizabeth could feel heat rising in her face as she blushed.
"It's like I've been transported back to being some hormone driven adolescent." She thought as tried to get back to sleep. Her behavior in Robert's office had surprised even herself. She had felt young and carefree, excited with the possibilities and the newness of it all. Elizabeth had felt bold and alive, more alive then she had in years. She had also felt very vulnerable to the passion between them. There had obviously been an attraction before, but now that the flames had been fanned it was a bit overwhelming. In the days since that encounter they had shared a few snatched kisses, cups of coffee and a lunch. On all of those occasions Elizabeth would have to force herself to remain engaged in the conversation because her mind kept drifting back to the taste, texture and smell of him. She would see him in the ER and watch as Robert was his usual irritating, abrasive, arrogant self and Elizabeth would wonder at the dichotomy between that man, and the one who was so passionate and sexual with her.
"What if this, whatever THIS is, is only sex?" Elizabeth worried. Curled up in bed, and remembering the dream, she had to smile to herself. "Well if it is half as good as that then no problem!" As Elizabeth began to drift off to sleep again she once again felt his hands slide across her skin.
Elizabeth eyes flew open as she clamped her hand over her mouth in shock. "I've been dreaming of Robert with two arms! As a man with two hands!"
Elizabeth rolled over onto her side and stared into the darkness. She wasn't sure that it was a bad thing to think of Robert was being as he was but she was certain that it left her feeling sad and uncomfortable. Like she didn't accept Robert as he is now, but wished for what he once was. With a heavy sigh Elizabeth closed her eyes and tried to eak out a few more hours of sleep before duty called.
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Robert had been up since dawn making sure to get in a good workout and his PT exercises done before heading into the ER. He was now well into his second week back at work and finding it satisfying to get back into a routine approaching normal. This morning he had enjoyed a great run in the park and for the first time since the ill-fated encounter with the helicopter he was feeling fit and healthy. Now he was in his gym at home finishing up crunches and strength training. It felt really good to Robert to be without the prosthetic arm while he exercised. Sometimes it was a bit heavy and the harness could get uncomfortably sweaty when he was being very active.
Mopping his face with his towel Robert headed down the hall toward the master bathroom. In the years since he had been lucky enough to find this house Robert had renovated it from the ground up. The previous owner had been an elderly woman who had changed very little so all the original wood work, pocket doors and hardware had been untouched. When it came time to create the master suite Robert had taken a smaller bedroom and transformed it into a large bathroom with an attached dressing room. The bathroom was particularly hard to get right because he wanted some specific comforts- like steam jets in the shower but he wanted it to remain in keeping with the age and character of the house. He felt satisfied with the results and certainly enjoyed the amenities. Reaching for the shower controls Robert turned the hot water up as far as it would go to warm the tile and headed to the sink to shave. As he lathered up he thought about the day ahead and found that he was dividing the time into "Lizzie moments". The little chunks of the day where he might see her across the ER while she was doing a consult, when he might be able to share a coffee or a meal, or even better those private moments they had been able to grab when he was able to kiss her again.
Robert was finding it difficult to shave because he couldn't stop smiling. A big stupid grin would appear for no reason, and with little warning, and he was finding it about as embarrassing as when he was going through puberty and would get an erection at the drop of a hat. In the privacy of his own home it didn't matter but at County people were beginning to notice the change in him and Robert wasn't to happy about that. It wouldn't be long before the gossip mill that is the ER would figure things out.
"When they do figure things out I hope they clue me in because I have no idea where this is going." Robert thought as he wiped the soap from his face. Adjusting the temperature he stepped in the shower enjoying the spray across his back and shoulders. His mind drifted back to that crazy afternoon with Elizabeth in his office. He had not been at all surprised about how passionate her responses were. He had known all along that if he were ever lucky enough to get past her defenses she would be a revelation. He could still feel her fingertips tracing patterns on his back, how she had boldly untucked his shirt and explored his stomach and chest and finally run her hands over his ass. He wanted to make love to her right there but it wasn't the right time or place.
"Or I am just a stupid shit!" Robert muttered as he turned to face the water and dialed the control to cold.
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The day had dragged on and on for Elizabeth. It seemed that every time she might have a moment to herself, for a cup of coffee or to even go to the bathroom, there was some huge administrative emergency. Now she was finally able to sit down, even if it was with a huge pile of paperwork, and rest her aching feet. Being Chief of Surgery involved an enormous amount of paperwork and the juggling of some very finely tuned Egos. Every one of the surgeons wanted their needs catered too-and some of those needs could be pretty damn picky. Elizabeth didn't mind too much accommodating staffing preferences. Often the teams of surgeons, OR nurses and Anesthesiologists got into a real groove and worked well together. The stuff that really wound her up was the requests for particular OR, the deal making over timing on the schedules or worst of all making sure that the stereos were stocked with particular tapes. The doctor who made that request had been very surprised when she had laughed in his face and reminded him that she was the Chief of Surgery not his personal DJ.
Elizabeth stretched her arms up over her head and tried to relive a bit of the tension in her shoulders. This job was not something she was really enjoying as much as she thought she might. Dropping her arms down to her sides leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
"Hey sleeping beauty, wake up." Elizabeth blinked her eyes open to see Robert leaning against the door jam.
"Hello, Robert" Elizabeth said with a smile spreading across her face "How long have you been spying on me."
"Long enough to see that you don't look pleased about something." Robert replied as he came into her office and closed the door. As he approached the desk he saw the schedule laid out in front of her. "Ahhhh....the monthly Prima Donna fest. I know it well, and nothing will wipe a smile off your face faster."
"That is certainly part of it." Elizabeth agreed rubbing her eyes and frowning again "It's more than that though, it's the entire package." she confided.
Robert settled himself into the chair on the other side of her desk and waited patiently for her to continue.
"I am just not happy in the role of Chief. The paperwork is never ending, the demands of the staff are overwhelming and the work is becoming so routine that I feel unchallenged surgically." Elizabeth winced slightly at the last statement realizing that it must sound like sour grapes to him because at least she could still operate. Meeting his eyes she was relieved to see that he wasn't at all perturbed by her comment.
"What would you like to be doing?" Robert coaxed
"I am just not sure but this is not it." Elizabeth sighed, "Enough shop talk, when do you get out of here?" She started to sort out the piles of work she needed to take home as she waited for him to answer.
"I'm done for the day and I am looking forward to an evening of paperwork and reading just like you seem to be preparing for." Robert watched her overload her briefcase and smiled at her attempt to jam in more. "Hey I think if the bag is full it indicates you won't get to it before you pass out from exhaustion!" He took the files away from her and put them back on the desk.
"Ok, SmartAss but I bet your case is just as full." Elizabeth shot back as she laughed at herself.
"Oh, no doubt!" Robert smiled "The difference is that I am super human now, being bionic and all that, so I will have no trouble getting it all done!"
"You can turn pages faster now, is that it?" Elizabeth was laughing out loud now as she followed Robert to the door and stepped out as he opened it for her.
"Absolutely, I can go about 60 pages a minute now. My only problem is that I don't have bionic eyes and it really is beginning to affect comprehension!" Robert was laughing out loud as well and as the elevator doors opened to let them on Elizabeth turned to Robert and gave him a swift kiss.
"You're a nut." She replied as the doors closed behind them.
"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!" Shirley crowed as she picked up the phone to spread the word.