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"At least this time we made it to the cot," crossed Isobel's mind as Richard pushed up her skirt and unbuttoned her knickers, dragging them down when she lifted her hips. Growling, she shoved at him and sat up when he moved away. "Not this time," she told him as she stood up. Holding his gaze, she worked his belt free then opened his trousers and shoved them down along with his shorts. Pushing him back until his legs hit the cot, she smiled smugly when he fell back, grunting in surprise. "Much better," she mumbled then knelt down between his legs.

Richard's eyes widened when he realized what she was going to do, but he didn't object as he usually would. The look in her eyes told him that she would be offended if he tried. So, he gritted his teeth and waited to see just exactly how far she would go with what she'd started.

Isobel kept her eyes focused on Richard's face as she traced a nail lightly over the length of him in a circular motion up to the tip and over then back down again, feeling him twitch in response. Repeating the action again, she smirked when he twitched again, his eyes narrowing at her teasing. "Turnabout, Doctor," she mumbled before wrapping her fingers fully around him.

His eyes closing at the feel of her hand moving up and down over him, he groaned when her breath fanned out over the tip. The feel of her warm, wet mouth startled him, and a half moan and half uttered curse escaped his lips. A hazy, "Well I haven't done this…" floated through his thoughts even as he reached out and dug his fingers into her hair, his free hand fisting in the sheets.

Surprised at herself, Isobel found that she rather enjoyed having this sort of power over a man. She'd heard women talk of such as this, but it hadn't been anything she'd done more than once. Reginald hadn't been interested.

It would seem Richard was very interested.

She could feel his muscles tensing and releasing under her free hand where it rested on his thigh and knew that he was restraining his urge to thrust up into her mouth. Hearing him hiss her name in warning, she stopped then pushed herself up and straddled him, sliding herself easily down over him. Her head fell back as she let her body adjust before lifting up and sliding down again, setting up a rhythm that was both wild and chaotic but controlled, though she was confused as to how she was managing such a thing.

Richard opened his eyes and watched her. Her hair was just as wild as her movements, her eyes were closed, her face relaxed in complete abandon. She was glorious as she moved over him, letting her body take what it wanted…what it needed. Feeling himself about to tip over the edge of no control, he reached down and rubbed his thumb over her in circular motions, holding her gaze when her head titled down, dark eyes staring at him as she came undone. Gripping her hips, he guided her movements, thrusting up as she slid down until he was buried deep inside her, filling her with his release.

Isobel collapsed against his chest and sighed, "What did I do this time?"

Richard chuckled. "Bent over one too many times."

Pushing herself up she stared down at him. "What?" she asked with a frown.

"You heard me."

"You mean to tell me, you shoved me into the office to have your way with me because I…because…" she stopped and scowled. "Richard Clarkson!"

"I'm glad to see that you know my name, seeing as how you currently have me inside your body."

Scowling again, she slapped his chest with a huffed, "Oh!"

Richard couldn't help the laughter that tumbled out of him, laughter that grew when Isobel moaned and scrambled off him. He knew that his laughter had caused aftershocks to tremble over her sensitive nerves. "Sensitive, Nurse Crawley?"

Isobel rolled her eyes as she sat next to him. "You're ridiculous."

He shrugged. "Maybe so. At least this time no one else is here except the night nurse who is out on the ward where she can't hear anything going on in the offices."

"Does that mean that the next time we'll make it to a proper bed in one of our homes?"

"Do you want a next time?" He studied her. "A proper bed you say? I thought you were enjoying being taken in places you've never experienced before," he finally told her. Sitting up, he bent over and grabbed his shorts and trousers, pulling them up as he stood.

Isobel watched as Richard redressed himself. "You know too much."

"Just what your body tells me."

Isobel had no come back to that and stood up to make her way over to the sink. She'd have to do more tidying this time than she had the last two, but as relaxed and energized as she felt, it was worth it.

"You didn't answer my question." Richard told her as he watched her fixing her hair.

Isobel looked at him in the mirror. "What did my body tell you?"

"So, dinner? Or just this away from the hospital?"

"I'll have the house to myself tomorrow evening. I'll have dinner waiting. We'll see if we manage to eat any of it."

"Isobel," he breathed as he moved up behind her, his arms snaking around her, his hands cupping her breasts.

Moaning, her head fell back against his shoulder. "Richard…again?"

"No, my body isn't fully recovered yet," he answered even as his nose nuzzled her neck.

"Then what…" she asked, her voice trailing off in a moan.

"Just because that part of me can't, doesn't mean my hands and mouth can't," he told her between kisses and gentle nips, his hands still kneading her breasts and tweaking the nipples.

Isobel knew that if he kept this up, she would come again standing here with him doing nothing more than touching and kissing. Well, he was good at giving her new experiences…who was she to argue?

Undoing her skirt, Richard let it fall then gathered up her shift and undid her knickers, his fingers finally reaching the still swollen flesh at the apex of her thighs. His mouth still busy at her neck, he cupped her, moving his hand back and forth over her before pushing his two middle fingers between the wet folds he'd found. Using his thumb to work the sensitive nub that drove up her arousal, he felt her backside pushing back into him as her fingers dug into his arms.

Isobel bit her lip to keep from crying out as she broke apart in his arms, her knees so weak that she knew if he wasn't holding her, she'd crumple into a heap on the floor. Panting to catch her breath, she finally calmed enough to open her eyes and stare at him.

"A little something to tide you over. And…me. It will give me something to dream about."

Swallowing, Isobel nodded as she bent to retrieve her clothes. "So," she started, the word coming out in a half squeak. Clearing her throat as she stood up, she looked at him. "So," she tried again, nodding when her voice sounded nearly normal. "Tomorrow night."

"I'll be there at eight."