A/N woohoo! This one is a long one. I got it done pretty quickly too. Sorry
about the confusion with the last chapter. I want to thank you guys for
being patient, and leaving polite comments. Thank you so much for bringing
it to my attention. The correct chapter is now up! I was so happy that you
guys weren't rude about it that I got the next chapter done super quick.
You guys really are the best. Lots of LG action in this chapter. I hope you
enjoy.
Ashleah
Lizzie grimaced as beads of sweat formed on her crinkled brow. She was busy doing the arm exercises that Burke had left for her to do. She thought it was going to kill her before she finished with it. She had waited until everyone had left for the day to begin her exercises, not wanting anyone to see her in the condition that she was in now: heaving, sweating, and to the point of tears. There was a melodic knock at her heavy door. She set down the tiny weight she had been using and glanced at her digital clock. It was 12:30, 12:32 to be exact. Who the hell had managed their way into her room at a time like this? Assuming that it was a nurse with some medication or something she told the person to come on in. The door cracked and Gordo beamed in the sliver of fluorescent light that the hallway provided. Lizzie was horrified. She was in terrible condition, and she probably smelled horrible, but she smiled in spite of herself.
"Gordo! What on earth are you doing here at this hour?"
"The important question, McGuire, is why are you still up at this hour?" He chuckled to himself as he walked over to her, blockbuster bag swinging against his legs.
She laughed and starred at him with her mouth gaping. "How did you get in? Visiting hours ended at 10, and that was only for immediate family."
"Let's just say I have friend." Indeed Gordo did have a friend, for Sara, the young nurse who long ago noticed Gordo and his habit of rearranging Lizzie's body, now worked the night shift.
He motioned for a hug but Lizzie quickly turned him down. Gordo felt his heartbreak. She knows, he thought, she knows that I want to be with her, but she doesn't want to hurt Miranda, so she's turning me down.
"I'm sorry-"he began but was soon cut off by Lizzie
"No, Gordo it's not you, it's me...I smell!" She gestured towards her armpits and held her nose appropriately.
Gordo felt relief wash over him. "So I can't give my best friend a hug, because she's self conscious about her body odor?"
Lizzie pondered over her options. She concluded that she could take a bath. Her mother had been helping her get them. She simply wore her bathing suit into the bathtub and her mother helped her with whatever she needed. The bathing suit would definitely be necessary, if she didn't want her own mother to see her naked, she certainly didn't want Gordo to either.
"Well, if you wouldn't mind umm helping me I can get a bath." She noticed a blush rising on Gordo's cheeks.
"I'd wear a bathing suit of course." Lizzie quickly offered
"Ohh" Gordo laughed nervously
"Ugh, I can't believe you thought—ugh!" she gave Gordo a light thrust and then quickly winced from the pain it delivered to her sore arms.
Gordo noticed the pain and picked up her arm, softly massaging it. Lizzie felt goose bumps stand up on her arm. "it's happening again" she thought to herself. Gordo continued rubbing her weak arm and he leaned down to her face and whispered softly to her. Telling her that if they wanted to watch a movie they had better get her cleaned up quickly. Lizzie shivered. She felt his hot breath on her neck with every syllable he spoke. She nodded quickly and Gordo retreated to her bathroom to run the water.
Lizzie sat in her bed trying to catch her breath. What the hell is going on with you? She asked herself. Gordo is engaged, he's practically a married man, and you pick now of all times to develop a crush on him? You could've had him anytime you wanted Lizzie, but all you did was turn him down. She took a deep breath and composed herself. Gordo appeared in the door, his sleeves rolled up and a mischievous smile playing upon his lips.
"All right Lizzie you're in for it!" and with that he took off towards the bed and scooped her up in one motion. She screamed in protest, but it was shortly followed by eruptions of laughter.
Gordo loved the feeling of her in his arms. Her feet gently tapping his knees with every step he took. He set her down gently in the chair just by the bathroom door. She lowered her hands to the base of her shirt and pulled it off slowly. It left her arms pounding with pain. She looked down are her shorts, and then back up at Gordo, there was no way that she could get those off on her own. Gordo got the message. He tried to keep his hands from trembling as he undid the buttons on her jean shorts and slowly slid them down her perfect legs. It took all of his energy to fight off the desire to rub his hands down them, or softly kiss her knee.
Lizzie was now ready for her bath. Gordo picked her up once again, this time in only a soft pink bikini. He carried her into the tiny bathroom were tendrils of steam were rising off the hot water into the heavily air conditioned air. He placed her softly into the water. She winced and drew in a sharp breath as the heat of the water met her back. The sound was enough to drive Gordo crazy. She rested her head against the back of the tub and began to breathe heavily, the steam was making her respiration unsteady.
"The washcloth is right there." She said softly, raising her chin to gesture towards a baby blue rag, which was draped from the rod that held the shower curtain. Gordo reached up and grabbed it. It was cold with water from a former bath. He placed it in the water and rang it out, allowing it to absorb all the warmth. He picked up a bottle of bath gel and squeezed a dollop onto the rag. He ran the fabric up and down Lizzie's arms, avoiding the more intimate parts of her body. Lizzie closed her eyes in an expression of utter relaxation. Gordo began to rub the rag down her legs. His thumb trailed off the edge and met with the warm flesh of her calves. Her mother must have helped her shave; her legs were so terribly smooth. Gordo felt a lump gathering in his throat. God, she was so gorgeous. He moved the cloth up towards her stomach, but dropped it in the water once he reached his destination. He began moving his finger in circles, tracing her perfect belly button.
Lizzie realized that Gordo was no longer using the body wash, or the washcloth. What is he doing? She asked herself. Maybe there's some dirt that isn't coming off or something. A thought crept in through the back of her mind: this has nothing to do with dirt Lizzie, Gordo likes you, and he wants you. Lizzie ignored the thought. She opened her eyes to see Gordo leaning closer and closer to her face. Lizzie had never been one to ignore temptation. She leaned in as well. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" her brain seemed to scream at her. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, preparing herself for something, which she no longer wanted, but needed. Just as their lips were about to meet Miranda's smiling face jumped into her thoughts. She couldn't do this. Thinking quickly Lizzie used all the strength she had in her hands to thrust up a splash of water in Gordo's face.
The two sat in dead silence as water poured from Gordo's face. They both starred at each other uncomfortably for what seemed like days. Finally, though, Gordo picked up the cloth and rang it out on top of Lizzie's head and the two burst out in laughter and began an indefatigable splash war. Every inch of the bathroom was coated in water when they were through, and the moment, which they had shared in the bathroom, was long forgotten by the time that Lizzie was back in her bed, Gordo sitting beside her, as the movie played on the tiny television. Lizzie fell asleep halfway through the movie. Gordo however remained in the room until the movie was over, watching Lizzie sleep, monitoring her short breaths. As the final credits rolled he kissed Lizzie softly on the forehead and collected his movie.
He returned home just as the sun was coming up. Miranda was asleep in bed, clutching Gizmo. Her face was red and tear-streaked. A cold dinner was sitting at the dining room table. Miranda had scribbled an angry note and left it across one of the plates. Gordo picked it up.
Dave,
I got off work early just to see you. But I guess you lied to me when you said that you were planning on spending a quiet night at home. I don't know where you are, or what you're doing, but I do know that its 2 Am and you are nowhere to be seen. I'm going to bed.
I love you so much David, I hope you feel the same.
Randy
Gordo felt the burning of new tears in his eyes as he read the last line over and over again. What had he done? Why had he been so stupid? There was no way that he could ever hurt Miranda. This Lizzie bullshit needed to end. He had almost single handedly ruined the relationship by kissing Lizzie tonight, he didn't want another opportunity for himself to fuck up everything. He squirmed his way into bed silently, attempting not to wake the beautiful woman lying next to him, but to no avail. The second he set his head down on the pillow her eyes fluttered open.
"David?" she said groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"It's me sweet heart" he said as he pulled her close to him. He kissed her passionately on the lips and apologized for not being home, saying that his mother had needed his help with rearranging some furniture.
"Oh thank god!"
"Why? Where did you think I was baby?"
Miranda dare not answer. If he hadn't been with Lizzie she certainly didn't want to bring the possibility to his attention.
"I..I was just worried that something had happened to you" She lied.
"Nope, I'm right here, safe and sound."
Gordo rubbed Miranda's back until sleep caught up with him. The two lay intertwined underneath their soft sheets as light slowly crept through the blinds and birds began to sing.
Ashleah
Lizzie grimaced as beads of sweat formed on her crinkled brow. She was busy doing the arm exercises that Burke had left for her to do. She thought it was going to kill her before she finished with it. She had waited until everyone had left for the day to begin her exercises, not wanting anyone to see her in the condition that she was in now: heaving, sweating, and to the point of tears. There was a melodic knock at her heavy door. She set down the tiny weight she had been using and glanced at her digital clock. It was 12:30, 12:32 to be exact. Who the hell had managed their way into her room at a time like this? Assuming that it was a nurse with some medication or something she told the person to come on in. The door cracked and Gordo beamed in the sliver of fluorescent light that the hallway provided. Lizzie was horrified. She was in terrible condition, and she probably smelled horrible, but she smiled in spite of herself.
"Gordo! What on earth are you doing here at this hour?"
"The important question, McGuire, is why are you still up at this hour?" He chuckled to himself as he walked over to her, blockbuster bag swinging against his legs.
She laughed and starred at him with her mouth gaping. "How did you get in? Visiting hours ended at 10, and that was only for immediate family."
"Let's just say I have friend." Indeed Gordo did have a friend, for Sara, the young nurse who long ago noticed Gordo and his habit of rearranging Lizzie's body, now worked the night shift.
He motioned for a hug but Lizzie quickly turned him down. Gordo felt his heartbreak. She knows, he thought, she knows that I want to be with her, but she doesn't want to hurt Miranda, so she's turning me down.
"I'm sorry-"he began but was soon cut off by Lizzie
"No, Gordo it's not you, it's me...I smell!" She gestured towards her armpits and held her nose appropriately.
Gordo felt relief wash over him. "So I can't give my best friend a hug, because she's self conscious about her body odor?"
Lizzie pondered over her options. She concluded that she could take a bath. Her mother had been helping her get them. She simply wore her bathing suit into the bathtub and her mother helped her with whatever she needed. The bathing suit would definitely be necessary, if she didn't want her own mother to see her naked, she certainly didn't want Gordo to either.
"Well, if you wouldn't mind umm helping me I can get a bath." She noticed a blush rising on Gordo's cheeks.
"I'd wear a bathing suit of course." Lizzie quickly offered
"Ohh" Gordo laughed nervously
"Ugh, I can't believe you thought—ugh!" she gave Gordo a light thrust and then quickly winced from the pain it delivered to her sore arms.
Gordo noticed the pain and picked up her arm, softly massaging it. Lizzie felt goose bumps stand up on her arm. "it's happening again" she thought to herself. Gordo continued rubbing her weak arm and he leaned down to her face and whispered softly to her. Telling her that if they wanted to watch a movie they had better get her cleaned up quickly. Lizzie shivered. She felt his hot breath on her neck with every syllable he spoke. She nodded quickly and Gordo retreated to her bathroom to run the water.
Lizzie sat in her bed trying to catch her breath. What the hell is going on with you? She asked herself. Gordo is engaged, he's practically a married man, and you pick now of all times to develop a crush on him? You could've had him anytime you wanted Lizzie, but all you did was turn him down. She took a deep breath and composed herself. Gordo appeared in the door, his sleeves rolled up and a mischievous smile playing upon his lips.
"All right Lizzie you're in for it!" and with that he took off towards the bed and scooped her up in one motion. She screamed in protest, but it was shortly followed by eruptions of laughter.
Gordo loved the feeling of her in his arms. Her feet gently tapping his knees with every step he took. He set her down gently in the chair just by the bathroom door. She lowered her hands to the base of her shirt and pulled it off slowly. It left her arms pounding with pain. She looked down are her shorts, and then back up at Gordo, there was no way that she could get those off on her own. Gordo got the message. He tried to keep his hands from trembling as he undid the buttons on her jean shorts and slowly slid them down her perfect legs. It took all of his energy to fight off the desire to rub his hands down them, or softly kiss her knee.
Lizzie was now ready for her bath. Gordo picked her up once again, this time in only a soft pink bikini. He carried her into the tiny bathroom were tendrils of steam were rising off the hot water into the heavily air conditioned air. He placed her softly into the water. She winced and drew in a sharp breath as the heat of the water met her back. The sound was enough to drive Gordo crazy. She rested her head against the back of the tub and began to breathe heavily, the steam was making her respiration unsteady.
"The washcloth is right there." She said softly, raising her chin to gesture towards a baby blue rag, which was draped from the rod that held the shower curtain. Gordo reached up and grabbed it. It was cold with water from a former bath. He placed it in the water and rang it out, allowing it to absorb all the warmth. He picked up a bottle of bath gel and squeezed a dollop onto the rag. He ran the fabric up and down Lizzie's arms, avoiding the more intimate parts of her body. Lizzie closed her eyes in an expression of utter relaxation. Gordo began to rub the rag down her legs. His thumb trailed off the edge and met with the warm flesh of her calves. Her mother must have helped her shave; her legs were so terribly smooth. Gordo felt a lump gathering in his throat. God, she was so gorgeous. He moved the cloth up towards her stomach, but dropped it in the water once he reached his destination. He began moving his finger in circles, tracing her perfect belly button.
Lizzie realized that Gordo was no longer using the body wash, or the washcloth. What is he doing? She asked herself. Maybe there's some dirt that isn't coming off or something. A thought crept in through the back of her mind: this has nothing to do with dirt Lizzie, Gordo likes you, and he wants you. Lizzie ignored the thought. She opened her eyes to see Gordo leaning closer and closer to her face. Lizzie had never been one to ignore temptation. She leaned in as well. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" her brain seemed to scream at her. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, preparing herself for something, which she no longer wanted, but needed. Just as their lips were about to meet Miranda's smiling face jumped into her thoughts. She couldn't do this. Thinking quickly Lizzie used all the strength she had in her hands to thrust up a splash of water in Gordo's face.
The two sat in dead silence as water poured from Gordo's face. They both starred at each other uncomfortably for what seemed like days. Finally, though, Gordo picked up the cloth and rang it out on top of Lizzie's head and the two burst out in laughter and began an indefatigable splash war. Every inch of the bathroom was coated in water when they were through, and the moment, which they had shared in the bathroom, was long forgotten by the time that Lizzie was back in her bed, Gordo sitting beside her, as the movie played on the tiny television. Lizzie fell asleep halfway through the movie. Gordo however remained in the room until the movie was over, watching Lizzie sleep, monitoring her short breaths. As the final credits rolled he kissed Lizzie softly on the forehead and collected his movie.
He returned home just as the sun was coming up. Miranda was asleep in bed, clutching Gizmo. Her face was red and tear-streaked. A cold dinner was sitting at the dining room table. Miranda had scribbled an angry note and left it across one of the plates. Gordo picked it up.
Dave,
I got off work early just to see you. But I guess you lied to me when you said that you were planning on spending a quiet night at home. I don't know where you are, or what you're doing, but I do know that its 2 Am and you are nowhere to be seen. I'm going to bed.
I love you so much David, I hope you feel the same.
Randy
Gordo felt the burning of new tears in his eyes as he read the last line over and over again. What had he done? Why had he been so stupid? There was no way that he could ever hurt Miranda. This Lizzie bullshit needed to end. He had almost single handedly ruined the relationship by kissing Lizzie tonight, he didn't want another opportunity for himself to fuck up everything. He squirmed his way into bed silently, attempting not to wake the beautiful woman lying next to him, but to no avail. The second he set his head down on the pillow her eyes fluttered open.
"David?" she said groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"It's me sweet heart" he said as he pulled her close to him. He kissed her passionately on the lips and apologized for not being home, saying that his mother had needed his help with rearranging some furniture.
"Oh thank god!"
"Why? Where did you think I was baby?"
Miranda dare not answer. If he hadn't been with Lizzie she certainly didn't want to bring the possibility to his attention.
"I..I was just worried that something had happened to you" She lied.
"Nope, I'm right here, safe and sound."
Gordo rubbed Miranda's back until sleep caught up with him. The two lay intertwined underneath their soft sheets as light slowly crept through the blinds and birds began to sing.