Authors Note- I meant to get this one up earlier today, or even last night but I have been stuck on hwat to write for chapter 35, for this story. So I completely forgot and was wracking my some what farted out brain to come up with a good idea, anyways, here's this chapter... so do they have sex? Read on and find out!
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I keep kissing her slowly, passionately. What we're doing is so wrong, yet so right at the same time. We shouldn't be doing this, not now. All it would be is comfort. Nothing more. But I can't pull myself away from her. She's so beautiful. I can feel my hand roaming over her body, I want her so badly. Nothing would be able to stop me. I begin to unbutton her shirt, kissing her navel, and slowly moving up. I hear her sighs, and I trace little patterns along her skin with my tongue. I stop for a moment, hesitating. I look up at her, and instantly retreat, moving back up to the head of the bed. I kiss her gently.
"I'm sorry. I can't."
She looks at me, hurt and dejected.
"I... I just don't want to ruin what we have..."
The look erases itself from her face.
"It's not right now... We'll both know..."
She eases herself into my arms, and I hold her, kissing the top of her head. She plays with my right hand, and we are just comfortable in the stillness and silence of the room. I watch her close her eyes, she's holding my hand across her chest. I know she's going to fall asleep soon, and I shake her a bit.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
I watch her shake her head and slowly get up.
"You got me all excited and all you want to do is sleep?"
I smirk at her, she's teasing me.
"With you."
She smiles.
"Oh, that makes it all better."
I watch her walk over to her dresser, shifting around for a shirt to wear. I look out the window at the city, and realize it's raining. That's the lulling sound we both heard. I look back at her, and she's just barely taking off the rest of her shift, i see her olive coloured skin through the dim light. She's absolutely breath-taking. She pulls on the white shirt, and puts her hair up. I watch her do it, every move gently and graceful.
She walks over to me, pulling the covers off the bed. She reaches for the bottom of my shirt, and slowly pulls it up, over my head. I let her do it. She can do anything she wants to me. The same thing happens to my pants, and she throws them over a chair next to the door.
She climbs into bed with me, curling up right next to me, pulling the covers over us. I interlock my fingers with hers, and she turns the light off. I don't know how long we both laid there, but listening to the rain pat against the window, and her slow and steady breathing was enough for me. I could have stayed there forever.
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The rustling of the body next to me woke me up. I kissed her good morning, and we both got up. We both had a seven o clock shift, and after a few cups of coffee, we might actually be able to get down there. And when we do get down there, I don't remember how. But it was the start of another exciting shift in Chicago's one and only public hospital. I give Abby another quick hug before I go off to play god and cure man.
I finish with my first patient, and walk over to the desk. I see Abby talking to Adele. I come up behind her, putting my arm around her waist. I listen in to the conversation. Abby's telling Adele about the current situation, and asking her if there is any way she can look into getting Bryce back. I listen to Adele speak, and she mentions a few things, like finding someone, a family member, or close friend, to move in with, to get out of that neighbourhood first off. Someone she can split the rent and bills with, so she would have extra money. Then there is the matter of finding someone to be home with Bryce if she's not. She's nodding her head, the look of intent concentration on her face. I pinch her a little and she looks up at me. I smile at her, nodding my head. She knows what I want. I want her to come move in with me. Hell the house will never get any use except for one bedroom, one bathroom, and the kitchen. She starts shaking her head.
"At least let me help you find a place..."
Adele looks at Abby and starts to nod her head.
"Positive male role model."
I smile at her and she starts to laugh. Abby's just completely withdrawn.
"Abby?"
She looks over at me.
"We'll talk later, okay?"
She doesn't seem mad, so I take it as a good sign.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam talking to someone. I look over, and see Bryce. He starts running towards me, tears in his eyes. Abby and I both encompass him, smothering him with kisses and hugs.
"Mom.. Mom.. I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry.. Please don't be mad at me.. I just.. I can't go back there. Please don't make me go back there..."
Abby is running her hands up and down Bryce's back, trying to get him to calm down. I knew he ran away. Who wouldn't? I swear a damn dog would rather kill itself than live with that devil. I look at Adele and she seems truely interested now. I watch Abby turn towards her as well, and she gives Abby this look that says 'let me talk to him'. She starts to move away from him, but he won't let her go. I run my hands up and down his shoulders, and we decide it's for the best if we stay.
"Bryce, this is one of my friends, Adele. She wants to talk to you for a minute.."
I watch him nod his head and he wipes away his tears. We start to move back, and she grabs my hand, anger running through her body. We section off to a corner, within view of Adele and Bryce.
"What the hell did the damn bastard do to him?"
I hold her hand, trying to calm her down. I'm also mentally listing names of hitmen I can hire.
"See if Adele can get a temporary placement with you until this is all worked out?"
She rolls her eyes.
"I don't want temporary. I want my son back."
I nod my head, and bring her in for a hug. Adele comes up to us, she looks concerned.
"He wants to go back home with you."
Abby nods her head.
"Is there any way...?"
An aura of hope in her voice.
Adele begins to shake her head.
"Your ex husband has legal custody..."
I look at Bryce, and back at her.
"As if seeing him like that isn't enough? The man is a jackass. Bryce is terrified for his life."
She looks over at him, sitting in a chair, occasional tears streaming down his already red face.
"I'll look into it, but I can't promise anything."
Abby and I look at each other, hope growing within us. I hear some commotion going on behind us, and I turn around. Sure enough Old Nick himself is fighting his way over to us, looking straight at Abby.
"What the hell did you do with my son, bitch?"
I give him a look that could kill. He sulks back a bit.
"What do you mean?"
She's trying to play it cool, hoping Bryce managed to hide somewhere.
"Don't give me any of your shit. I know he's here."
I watch him look around, and he must have seen Bryce, since he starts heading over to towards the first curtain area. I see him grab Bryce, violently by the arm.
"Don't you dare try anything like this again."
I'm in shock, complete shock. Abby's probably either ready to kill him with her own bare hands, or pass out from outrage. I look at Adele, and she slowly wheels out in front of Richard.
"Hi, I'm Adele Newman from DCFS. I'm appointing temporary custody to Abby until further notice."
He's ready to tell her off, but he knows that wouldn't be a wise choice.
"Under what grounds?"
He spits it out at her, his words fierce.
"After what I've seen right now, for the best interest of the child and his safety."
He is pissed off as hell. Everyone in the hopsital would be able to tell you that. He throws Bryce's arm, and he winces in pain. Abby runs over to him quickly, grabbing him and pulling him away towards the lounge.
He looks at me, then at Adele.
"Temporary, meaning I'll have him back tonight."
He says it more as a direct statement towards Adele, but I know he's saying it to me, too.
I give Adele a grateful look, and head off towards the lounge, wanting to know the truth behind everything. I walk in, and find Abby holding Bryce. I sit down next to Bryce, and hug him, giving him another kiss. He's shaking uncontrollably, the tears coming down in streams. I pull away from him for a second, double checking his arm to make sure it's okay. Nothing's broken, but there is a big bruise all over from where Richard had dragged him. I look up at Abby, and her eyes fill with tears.
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I keep kissing her slowly, passionately. What we're doing is so wrong, yet so right at the same time. We shouldn't be doing this, not now. All it would be is comfort. Nothing more. But I can't pull myself away from her. She's so beautiful. I can feel my hand roaming over her body, I want her so badly. Nothing would be able to stop me. I begin to unbutton her shirt, kissing her navel, and slowly moving up. I hear her sighs, and I trace little patterns along her skin with my tongue. I stop for a moment, hesitating. I look up at her, and instantly retreat, moving back up to the head of the bed. I kiss her gently.
"I'm sorry. I can't."
She looks at me, hurt and dejected.
"I... I just don't want to ruin what we have..."
The look erases itself from her face.
"It's not right now... We'll both know..."
She eases herself into my arms, and I hold her, kissing the top of her head. She plays with my right hand, and we are just comfortable in the stillness and silence of the room. I watch her close her eyes, she's holding my hand across her chest. I know she's going to fall asleep soon, and I shake her a bit.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
I watch her shake her head and slowly get up.
"You got me all excited and all you want to do is sleep?"
I smirk at her, she's teasing me.
"With you."
She smiles.
"Oh, that makes it all better."
I watch her walk over to her dresser, shifting around for a shirt to wear. I look out the window at the city, and realize it's raining. That's the lulling sound we both heard. I look back at her, and she's just barely taking off the rest of her shift, i see her olive coloured skin through the dim light. She's absolutely breath-taking. She pulls on the white shirt, and puts her hair up. I watch her do it, every move gently and graceful.
She walks over to me, pulling the covers off the bed. She reaches for the bottom of my shirt, and slowly pulls it up, over my head. I let her do it. She can do anything she wants to me. The same thing happens to my pants, and she throws them over a chair next to the door.
She climbs into bed with me, curling up right next to me, pulling the covers over us. I interlock my fingers with hers, and she turns the light off. I don't know how long we both laid there, but listening to the rain pat against the window, and her slow and steady breathing was enough for me. I could have stayed there forever.
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The rustling of the body next to me woke me up. I kissed her good morning, and we both got up. We both had a seven o clock shift, and after a few cups of coffee, we might actually be able to get down there. And when we do get down there, I don't remember how. But it was the start of another exciting shift in Chicago's one and only public hospital. I give Abby another quick hug before I go off to play god and cure man.
I finish with my first patient, and walk over to the desk. I see Abby talking to Adele. I come up behind her, putting my arm around her waist. I listen in to the conversation. Abby's telling Adele about the current situation, and asking her if there is any way she can look into getting Bryce back. I listen to Adele speak, and she mentions a few things, like finding someone, a family member, or close friend, to move in with, to get out of that neighbourhood first off. Someone she can split the rent and bills with, so she would have extra money. Then there is the matter of finding someone to be home with Bryce if she's not. She's nodding her head, the look of intent concentration on her face. I pinch her a little and she looks up at me. I smile at her, nodding my head. She knows what I want. I want her to come move in with me. Hell the house will never get any use except for one bedroom, one bathroom, and the kitchen. She starts shaking her head.
"At least let me help you find a place..."
Adele looks at Abby and starts to nod her head.
"Positive male role model."
I smile at her and she starts to laugh. Abby's just completely withdrawn.
"Abby?"
She looks over at me.
"We'll talk later, okay?"
She doesn't seem mad, so I take it as a good sign.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam talking to someone. I look over, and see Bryce. He starts running towards me, tears in his eyes. Abby and I both encompass him, smothering him with kisses and hugs.
"Mom.. Mom.. I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry.. Please don't be mad at me.. I just.. I can't go back there. Please don't make me go back there..."
Abby is running her hands up and down Bryce's back, trying to get him to calm down. I knew he ran away. Who wouldn't? I swear a damn dog would rather kill itself than live with that devil. I look at Adele and she seems truely interested now. I watch Abby turn towards her as well, and she gives Abby this look that says 'let me talk to him'. She starts to move away from him, but he won't let her go. I run my hands up and down his shoulders, and we decide it's for the best if we stay.
"Bryce, this is one of my friends, Adele. She wants to talk to you for a minute.."
I watch him nod his head and he wipes away his tears. We start to move back, and she grabs my hand, anger running through her body. We section off to a corner, within view of Adele and Bryce.
"What the hell did the damn bastard do to him?"
I hold her hand, trying to calm her down. I'm also mentally listing names of hitmen I can hire.
"See if Adele can get a temporary placement with you until this is all worked out?"
She rolls her eyes.
"I don't want temporary. I want my son back."
I nod my head, and bring her in for a hug. Adele comes up to us, she looks concerned.
"He wants to go back home with you."
Abby nods her head.
"Is there any way...?"
An aura of hope in her voice.
Adele begins to shake her head.
"Your ex husband has legal custody..."
I look at Bryce, and back at her.
"As if seeing him like that isn't enough? The man is a jackass. Bryce is terrified for his life."
She looks over at him, sitting in a chair, occasional tears streaming down his already red face.
"I'll look into it, but I can't promise anything."
Abby and I look at each other, hope growing within us. I hear some commotion going on behind us, and I turn around. Sure enough Old Nick himself is fighting his way over to us, looking straight at Abby.
"What the hell did you do with my son, bitch?"
I give him a look that could kill. He sulks back a bit.
"What do you mean?"
She's trying to play it cool, hoping Bryce managed to hide somewhere.
"Don't give me any of your shit. I know he's here."
I watch him look around, and he must have seen Bryce, since he starts heading over to towards the first curtain area. I see him grab Bryce, violently by the arm.
"Don't you dare try anything like this again."
I'm in shock, complete shock. Abby's probably either ready to kill him with her own bare hands, or pass out from outrage. I look at Adele, and she slowly wheels out in front of Richard.
"Hi, I'm Adele Newman from DCFS. I'm appointing temporary custody to Abby until further notice."
He's ready to tell her off, but he knows that wouldn't be a wise choice.
"Under what grounds?"
He spits it out at her, his words fierce.
"After what I've seen right now, for the best interest of the child and his safety."
He is pissed off as hell. Everyone in the hopsital would be able to tell you that. He throws Bryce's arm, and he winces in pain. Abby runs over to him quickly, grabbing him and pulling him away towards the lounge.
He looks at me, then at Adele.
"Temporary, meaning I'll have him back tonight."
He says it more as a direct statement towards Adele, but I know he's saying it to me, too.
I give Adele a grateful look, and head off towards the lounge, wanting to know the truth behind everything. I walk in, and find Abby holding Bryce. I sit down next to Bryce, and hug him, giving him another kiss. He's shaking uncontrollably, the tears coming down in streams. I pull away from him for a second, double checking his arm to make sure it's okay. Nothing's broken, but there is a big bruise all over from where Richard had dragged him. I look up at Abby, and her eyes fill with tears.