Still don't own E.R or anyone from it. Nor do I own any or lyrics mentioned - they belong to Sir Elton John and Mr BernieTaupin, the song being 'I need you to turn to'
LEAN ON ME
Chapter VI
Lying in his arms she was aware of his every movement and every breath he took. She could feel his heartbeat against her, and the heat coming of both their bodies began to make her feel fuzzy. She liked the feeling and craved more. She slipped a hand over his stomach pulling him closer to her and he shifted slightly to accommodate her. She tilted her head to sneak a look at his face as he slept. Only he wasn't asleep he was smiling down at her. She smiled back.
"Robert..."
"Sshh."
He lifted a hand and cupped her face before lowering his mouth to hers kissing her slowly and lingeringly. She felt her heart race faster against her chest; then opened her lips to him and pushed her tongue into his mouth. They began to explore each other with their kisses; their tongues beginning a frantic dance of hide and seek as they discovered the inside of each other's mouths.
She took his face in both her hands as Robert's went to her back sliding under the fabric of her blouse. She gasped as his hands began to trail up and down her spine making her naked skin tingle with goose bumps.
Elizabeth thought her head would explode when he directed his attentions to her neck, kissing her hungrily whilst moving a hand to cup her breast, squeezing gently as his fingers played with her erect nipple. She let out a moan and slid a hand down his arm to his thigh where she began to trace teasing circles between his upper thigh and groin.
Robert groaned and brought his mouth back up to her face and kissed her passionately full on the mouth with a controlled ferocity that made her gasp. Then he nibbled her lip and began to slide his tongue over her cheek towards her ear as something, she didn't know what pressed hard against her leg. The licking became more intense, frantic – she opened her eyes.
"Ugh, Oh my God. Gretel get off me –stop it - Robert wake up and get your mutt of me!"
"What? Oh, hey down girl!" he commanded. "Stop shouting Lizzie you'll scare her."
"What you're taking the mutt's side?" She fumed.
He squinted up at her where she stood arms folded across her chest.
What?" he asked exasperated.
"Robert your hound has just given me a face wash, I'm covered in doggie slobber!"
Robert looked at her again as his eyes began to catch up with the idea of being awake. He started to laugh, an action he instantly regretted as the full force of his hangover pulsated in his head. He put his hand to his head and let out a loud groan.
"Oh God, someone shoot me." He said.
"Gladly, do you own a gun?" Elizabeth snarked.
"What's' with you?"
"What's with me? I feel like my body has been run over by a bloody steam roller, I need a lawnmower to shave my tongue, a gorilla has shat in my mouth, someone is playing the bongo's in my head AND YOUR DOG has just tried to eat me!" - 'Add to that I just had a wet dream about you,' she tagged on in her head still in shock.
Robert just looked at her bemused.
"I'm guessing you're not a morning person Lizzie."
"Harrumph," she snorted, "What time is it anyhow?"
He looked at his watch, "A quarter to seven! We're gonna have to move."
"Where's your bathroom?" she asked.
"Use the one in the guest bedroom, there's towels in the closet, new toothbrush in the cabinet and there should be girlie washy things in there too." He yelled over his shoulder as he ushered Gretel out of the house and with that disappeared.
Elizabeth groaned to herself. She felt rotten and did not feel like going to work. She hauled herself upstairs and located the guest room, towels, toothbrush and, much to her surprise there were indeed 'girly, smelly things there.'
She started to brush her teeth, grateful for the minty taste that began to wash away the taste of last night's gorilla visit. Looking in the mirror she groaned again. 'This is not happening' she thought to herself. Undressing she ran the water to the shower, before dropping off the last of her clothes to the floor and stepping into the shower.
The hot water ran over her body warming her aching joints and calming her slightly. She let her mind wander back to last night and the things she had learned about Robert. She had had fun she admitted. Then an image popped into her head of Robert kissing her.
'Oh God where the hell did that dream come from?' she wondered. Well, it had been a somewhat stressful, emotional evening; it was just her mind reacting to events she decided and reached for the shampoo. Elizabeth smiled lathered her hair and began to sing "I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair, gonna wash..........................."
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Robert rushed back to the house as soon as Gretel had done the business.
"Sorry girl, I promise I'll give you a long walk later!"
He made it back into the house, gave Gretel her breakfast put coffee on then raced off up the stairs. He could hear the shower in the guestroom going but pulled up short as he heard her singing.
Smiling to himself he went to his own bathroom and set about his own ablutions. Robert looked at his reflection in the mirror – he looked as rough as a badgers arse. Oh, well.
Once inside the shower he began to feel better. Then it struck him just how much better he felt. Yeah he was hung over but today he felt, well content and, unusually at ease with the world. Add to that Elizabeth Corday had spent the night with him and was now taking a shower in his house! Yeah, life was looking up! Okay the circumstances could be better, i.e she could be unattached and interested in him, but where his Lizzie was concerned he'd take what he could get. He smiled and began to sing:
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Meanwhile Elizabeth had got out of the shower, dried and was looking around for a hairdryer and brush. 'Great Robert, you thought you had things covered – you were wrong!'
She wrapped the towel around her and ventured out of the guestroom. She heard a shower going, 'He's back' she thought, 'In the shower, he wont know if I sneak in and borrow a brush.'
She tiptoed into his bedroom like a naughty child looking for what she needed. Then she stopped suddenly as a lovely voice began to drift through the air; she stood and listened mesmerized by the lilting voice and enchanting words:
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"You're not a ship to carry my life, you are nailed to my love in many lonely nights. I've strayed from the cottages and found myself here, for I need your love, your love protects my fears. And I wonder sometimes, and I know I'm unkind, but I need you to turn to when I act so blind, and I need you to turn to when I loose control, you're my guardian angel who keeps out the cold. Did you paint your smile on? Well I said I knew that my reason for living was for loving you. We're related in feeling, but you're high above, you're pure and you're gentle, with the grace of a dove. And I wonder sometimes, and I know I'm unkind, but I need you to turn to when I act so blind, and I need you to turn to when I loose control, you're my guardian angel who keeps out the cold. "
'Wow that was beautiful' she thought, 'he can really sing... Wanker - I wish I could sing like that! Right brush – move yourself girl.'
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Robert finished singing as he reached for a towel. It wasn't there – he'd put it in the laundry yesterday and hadn't brought fresh ones through.
"Shit!"
He opened the door and made for his closet.
And almost ran straight into Elizabeth.
"Jesus Lizzie, what the hell?"
Elizabeth spun around to face Robert – ALL of Robert. She turned bright red, as a hand shot to her mouth.
"Oh, God Robert, OH, sorry ,I err." Look up girl, look up! "I'm looking for a brush."
"Could you maybe turn around Lizzie?" he said, his voice two octaves higher than normal.
She did.
Robert ran into the closet grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
He ducked back out.
"Okay decent now, what did you want again?"
"Oh, erm a brush" she muttered still blushing.
He grabbed one out of a drawer and tossed it to her. She caught it and turned to go.
"Oh I could also use a hairdryer."
"Cute Lizzie, real cute."
"No seriously Robert I need a hairdryer."
He stroked a hand over his head, "Does it look like I would own a hairdryer?" he snarked to cover his increasing embarrassment.
"Fine." She shot back and turned to leave.
"Hey Lizzie?"
"What?"
"You know, I showed you mine you should, really show me yours!" he smirked.
"Oh, shut up Robert!" and off she stomped as he began to laugh and dry himself off properly.
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Elizabeth did the best with her hair, got dressed and followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen. Robert was already there, dressed and eating toast. He looked quite dapper she thought as he pointed to a cup of coffee he'd poured for her.
"You want some toast?" he asked.
"Please – how long have we got?"
"It's 7:30, I've got a cab coming in five minutes," he informed her.
"Here catch" he said, then tossed her a bottle of ibuprofen, adding, "I know I needed them." before slotting her some bread in the toaster.
She swallowed two, downed the coffee and waved her cup at him for more.
"Geez what'd your last slave die off?" He refilled the cup and then started chuckling.
"What?"
"Nothing." He started eating his toast again.
Elizabeth fixed him with a glare as she walked the short distance that separated them.
She stood next to him, then reached out and swiped the remainder of the toast from his hand and commenced eating it herself.
"Hey! I was eating that! I thought you British were supposed to be a refined people- Can't you wait one minute?"
Romano turned around and put the finishing touches to her toast.
"Sorry, I get the munchies when I'm hung over." She chuckled semi apologetically.
Spinning round he offered her a slice, which she took from him and started eating ravenously, until she noticed him smirking at her.
"Oh for Gods sake Robert, what is it?"
"Just admiring the wild banshee look you're sporting this fair morning. It's very - 80's!"
"Don't you dare laugh at me. I feel absolutely dreadful, I'm wearing day old clothes that smell of cigarettes and you have the audacity to laugh at me. AT least I HAVE hair, speaking of which, tell me Robert how is it you have 'girly' shampoo and moisturisers but then leave out a hairdryer?"
"The girly shampoo belongs to my niece, she sometimes...."
The doorbell rang.
"Time to go." He put down his cup and walked past her into the hall, grabbed his coat and held the door open.
"Shall we...................?"
TBC
LEAN ON ME
Chapter VI
Lying in his arms she was aware of his every movement and every breath he took. She could feel his heartbeat against her, and the heat coming of both their bodies began to make her feel fuzzy. She liked the feeling and craved more. She slipped a hand over his stomach pulling him closer to her and he shifted slightly to accommodate her. She tilted her head to sneak a look at his face as he slept. Only he wasn't asleep he was smiling down at her. She smiled back.
"Robert..."
"Sshh."
He lifted a hand and cupped her face before lowering his mouth to hers kissing her slowly and lingeringly. She felt her heart race faster against her chest; then opened her lips to him and pushed her tongue into his mouth. They began to explore each other with their kisses; their tongues beginning a frantic dance of hide and seek as they discovered the inside of each other's mouths.
She took his face in both her hands as Robert's went to her back sliding under the fabric of her blouse. She gasped as his hands began to trail up and down her spine making her naked skin tingle with goose bumps.
Elizabeth thought her head would explode when he directed his attentions to her neck, kissing her hungrily whilst moving a hand to cup her breast, squeezing gently as his fingers played with her erect nipple. She let out a moan and slid a hand down his arm to his thigh where she began to trace teasing circles between his upper thigh and groin.
Robert groaned and brought his mouth back up to her face and kissed her passionately full on the mouth with a controlled ferocity that made her gasp. Then he nibbled her lip and began to slide his tongue over her cheek towards her ear as something, she didn't know what pressed hard against her leg. The licking became more intense, frantic – she opened her eyes.
"Ugh, Oh my God. Gretel get off me –stop it - Robert wake up and get your mutt of me!"
"What? Oh, hey down girl!" he commanded. "Stop shouting Lizzie you'll scare her."
"What you're taking the mutt's side?" She fumed.
He squinted up at her where she stood arms folded across her chest.
What?" he asked exasperated.
"Robert your hound has just given me a face wash, I'm covered in doggie slobber!"
Robert looked at her again as his eyes began to catch up with the idea of being awake. He started to laugh, an action he instantly regretted as the full force of his hangover pulsated in his head. He put his hand to his head and let out a loud groan.
"Oh God, someone shoot me." He said.
"Gladly, do you own a gun?" Elizabeth snarked.
"What's' with you?"
"What's with me? I feel like my body has been run over by a bloody steam roller, I need a lawnmower to shave my tongue, a gorilla has shat in my mouth, someone is playing the bongo's in my head AND YOUR DOG has just tried to eat me!" - 'Add to that I just had a wet dream about you,' she tagged on in her head still in shock.
Robert just looked at her bemused.
"I'm guessing you're not a morning person Lizzie."
"Harrumph," she snorted, "What time is it anyhow?"
He looked at his watch, "A quarter to seven! We're gonna have to move."
"Where's your bathroom?" she asked.
"Use the one in the guest bedroom, there's towels in the closet, new toothbrush in the cabinet and there should be girlie washy things in there too." He yelled over his shoulder as he ushered Gretel out of the house and with that disappeared.
Elizabeth groaned to herself. She felt rotten and did not feel like going to work. She hauled herself upstairs and located the guest room, towels, toothbrush and, much to her surprise there were indeed 'girly, smelly things there.'
She started to brush her teeth, grateful for the minty taste that began to wash away the taste of last night's gorilla visit. Looking in the mirror she groaned again. 'This is not happening' she thought to herself. Undressing she ran the water to the shower, before dropping off the last of her clothes to the floor and stepping into the shower.
The hot water ran over her body warming her aching joints and calming her slightly. She let her mind wander back to last night and the things she had learned about Robert. She had had fun she admitted. Then an image popped into her head of Robert kissing her.
'Oh God where the hell did that dream come from?' she wondered. Well, it had been a somewhat stressful, emotional evening; it was just her mind reacting to events she decided and reached for the shampoo. Elizabeth smiled lathered her hair and began to sing "I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair, gonna wash..........................."
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Robert rushed back to the house as soon as Gretel had done the business.
"Sorry girl, I promise I'll give you a long walk later!"
He made it back into the house, gave Gretel her breakfast put coffee on then raced off up the stairs. He could hear the shower in the guestroom going but pulled up short as he heard her singing.
Smiling to himself he went to his own bathroom and set about his own ablutions. Robert looked at his reflection in the mirror – he looked as rough as a badgers arse. Oh, well.
Once inside the shower he began to feel better. Then it struck him just how much better he felt. Yeah he was hung over but today he felt, well content and, unusually at ease with the world. Add to that Elizabeth Corday had spent the night with him and was now taking a shower in his house! Yeah, life was looking up! Okay the circumstances could be better, i.e she could be unattached and interested in him, but where his Lizzie was concerned he'd take what he could get. He smiled and began to sing:
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Meanwhile Elizabeth had got out of the shower, dried and was looking around for a hairdryer and brush. 'Great Robert, you thought you had things covered – you were wrong!'
She wrapped the towel around her and ventured out of the guestroom. She heard a shower going, 'He's back' she thought, 'In the shower, he wont know if I sneak in and borrow a brush.'
She tiptoed into his bedroom like a naughty child looking for what she needed. Then she stopped suddenly as a lovely voice began to drift through the air; she stood and listened mesmerized by the lilting voice and enchanting words:
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"You're not a ship to carry my life, you are nailed to my love in many lonely nights. I've strayed from the cottages and found myself here, for I need your love, your love protects my fears. And I wonder sometimes, and I know I'm unkind, but I need you to turn to when I act so blind, and I need you to turn to when I loose control, you're my guardian angel who keeps out the cold. Did you paint your smile on? Well I said I knew that my reason for living was for loving you. We're related in feeling, but you're high above, you're pure and you're gentle, with the grace of a dove. And I wonder sometimes, and I know I'm unkind, but I need you to turn to when I act so blind, and I need you to turn to when I loose control, you're my guardian angel who keeps out the cold. "
'Wow that was beautiful' she thought, 'he can really sing... Wanker - I wish I could sing like that! Right brush – move yourself girl.'
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Robert finished singing as he reached for a towel. It wasn't there – he'd put it in the laundry yesterday and hadn't brought fresh ones through.
"Shit!"
He opened the door and made for his closet.
And almost ran straight into Elizabeth.
"Jesus Lizzie, what the hell?"
Elizabeth spun around to face Robert – ALL of Robert. She turned bright red, as a hand shot to her mouth.
"Oh, God Robert, OH, sorry ,I err." Look up girl, look up! "I'm looking for a brush."
"Could you maybe turn around Lizzie?" he said, his voice two octaves higher than normal.
She did.
Robert ran into the closet grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
He ducked back out.
"Okay decent now, what did you want again?"
"Oh, erm a brush" she muttered still blushing.
He grabbed one out of a drawer and tossed it to her. She caught it and turned to go.
"Oh I could also use a hairdryer."
"Cute Lizzie, real cute."
"No seriously Robert I need a hairdryer."
He stroked a hand over his head, "Does it look like I would own a hairdryer?" he snarked to cover his increasing embarrassment.
"Fine." She shot back and turned to leave.
"Hey Lizzie?"
"What?"
"You know, I showed you mine you should, really show me yours!" he smirked.
"Oh, shut up Robert!" and off she stomped as he began to laugh and dry himself off properly.
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Elizabeth did the best with her hair, got dressed and followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen. Robert was already there, dressed and eating toast. He looked quite dapper she thought as he pointed to a cup of coffee he'd poured for her.
"You want some toast?" he asked.
"Please – how long have we got?"
"It's 7:30, I've got a cab coming in five minutes," he informed her.
"Here catch" he said, then tossed her a bottle of ibuprofen, adding, "I know I needed them." before slotting her some bread in the toaster.
She swallowed two, downed the coffee and waved her cup at him for more.
"Geez what'd your last slave die off?" He refilled the cup and then started chuckling.
"What?"
"Nothing." He started eating his toast again.
Elizabeth fixed him with a glare as she walked the short distance that separated them.
She stood next to him, then reached out and swiped the remainder of the toast from his hand and commenced eating it herself.
"Hey! I was eating that! I thought you British were supposed to be a refined people- Can't you wait one minute?"
Romano turned around and put the finishing touches to her toast.
"Sorry, I get the munchies when I'm hung over." She chuckled semi apologetically.
Spinning round he offered her a slice, which she took from him and started eating ravenously, until she noticed him smirking at her.
"Oh for Gods sake Robert, what is it?"
"Just admiring the wild banshee look you're sporting this fair morning. It's very - 80's!"
"Don't you dare laugh at me. I feel absolutely dreadful, I'm wearing day old clothes that smell of cigarettes and you have the audacity to laugh at me. AT least I HAVE hair, speaking of which, tell me Robert how is it you have 'girly' shampoo and moisturisers but then leave out a hairdryer?"
"The girly shampoo belongs to my niece, she sometimes...."
The doorbell rang.
"Time to go." He put down his cup and walked past her into the hall, grabbed his coat and held the door open.
"Shall we...................?"
TBC