The Fantasy Series:6 - Dr. Fitzgerald

Sam groaned. She was lying in bed on a Sunday afternoon, the covers up to her chin. She just couldn't stop sniffling. Martin was gone to the 24/7 drugstore to buy her some medicine, but he left about an hour ago. What the hell was he doing? She was tossing and turning restlessly. Who would catch a cold in late August anyway? she thought bitterly. She was cranky but she couldn't help it. She didn't make a good patient and she knew Martin was fed up with her. As she was trying to sleep - the only thing she could do - her mind wandered to Martin and immediately a song popped into her head. It was "Serious" from Gwen Stefani. As she was trying to remember the lyrics, she heard the door open. Martin was finally here.

"What took you so long?" she shouted from the bedroom, almost causing her to cough her lungs out.

But when she saw him by the door frame, she pratically suffocated. She had to took deep breaths to recover.

"I told you not to overdo it, you should be asleep by now."

She looked at him, astonished. He was wearing a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck and was carrying a suitcase. He was smiling a little at the sight of Sam wearing her PJs, her cheeks flushed from the fever and her hair all tousled. She had never looked more beautiful to him even as she was sneezing non- stop. She blew her nose noisily and Martin made a face.

"I'm tired of sleeping," she said, sighing.

He came toward her and sat on the bed.

"So you're right on form it seems," he chuckled.

She gave him a dark glare through her hazed eyes.

"Please Doctor, you have to stop my nose from running, my head from hurting and the room from spinning. "

He laid his hand on her forehead.

"You still have a temperature, but I brought you some medicine to stop the headache and sore throat."

While he was in the kitchen for some water, Sam finally remembered the lyrics of that song. And it seemed they fit perfectly.

Baby, I don't know when the danger came
I wanna find someone that I can blame
Call the doctor cause I am sick in love
And I can't help it
"Here."

He handed her the glass of water with two pills. She made a face as she contracted her throat to swallow the medicine and plopped back onto her pillow when she was done.

"So Miss Spade, I will have to examine you to determine what kind of desease you contracted."

God, the way he talked, made it sound like she had Ebola!

"Does that mean I have to take off my clothes?" she asked playfully.

"Mmh...yeah but I promise you I'll be gentle."

He smiled sweetly at her. She began unbuttoning her PJs top, revealing a skinny tank top underneath. She shivered slightly when her pale skin met the air of their apartment. It was extremely hot outside but she was freezing, well not so much now that Doctor Martin was here.

I think I'm coming down with something
I know it gonna need your medicine
So help me now, I'm freaking out lover
"Lay down please."

He put the stethoscope into his ears and she jumped slightly at the cold contact of the object over her heart. Well now she knew why she hated going to the doctor, at least her usual old and ugly doctor anyway. She would be willing to run in the streets naked in the middle of January to see Dr Fitzgerald for a consultation.

"Miss Spade, is something wrong? he broke her out of her reverie.

"No, why?" she blurted out.

"Well your heart rate is far too quick for an athletic woman like you."

She blushed lightly and he looked at her amazed that after all this time and what they did, she was still blushing in front of him.

"You're the one to blame doctor."

"Me? What did I do?" he feigned surprise.

She took his hand and placed it over her heart for him to feel how much of an effect he had on her. Martin gasped, he hadn't planned to be this forward with her since she was sick. He just wanted her to feel better and figured she could use the entertainment, but apparently, this would turn out more kinky than he thought.

"I'm responsible for this?" he asked surprised.

She nodded and ran his hand over her stomach, still covered by her tank top until they reached the hem of it. He slid his hand underneath, feeling the warm soft skin of her belly.

"Mmh you have a nice abdomen, Miss Spade, firm yet tender. It's the most perfect abdomen I've seen since I became a doctor. I feel like caressing it and trailing kisses all over it. "

As he spoke, his movements mirrored his words, and she moaned under his touch, throwing her head backwards. God this was so good, he hadn't touched her for a week and she was turned on just by his hand on her stomach. He looked at her and saw her cheeks become even rosier, if it was possible.

"If you're hot Miss, you have to take off your clothes. I think you're overdressed."

"I'm too weak to do anything, Doctor. Would you help me?"

Lover, you love me like no one can
So if I'm crazy hope you understand
Hurry doctor come, need to get me some
You know what time it is

Martin could tell she was only acting. She wouldn't be weak to fool around later. But he decided to humor her and see what would happen.

"Of course I will help you. I'm always concerned about my patients."

He helped her out of her PJs bottoms, leaving her in her tank top and her panties.

"Sit up please."

She groaned as she did, her head pounding. Martin put his stethoscope on her back, like a real doctor.

"Could you cough please?"

"If I start coughing I won't be able to stop."

"Hum I see" he said knowingly.

Sam smirked wondering what he 'saw'.

"What's wrong doctor?"

"Well I need to write a prescription, 'cause you're very sick, dear."

"Really? What kind of desease do I have?"

"Well by judging your 'attitude', I think you're a nymphomaniac."

"What?"

I think I'm coming down with something
I know it gonna need your medicine
So help me now, I'm freaking out lover

I'm a nympho?"

"Well look at you, you're throwing yourself at me."

"I'm throwing myself at you? This is unbelievable. Well if i'm a nymphomaniac, you are a mythomaniac."

"Why's that?"

"Well because you're imagining things. I'm not doing anything."

"I guess we'll both need some medicine to heal."

"What do you suggest, Doctor?"

"Well I prescribe you some bed rest."

"Bed rest? And it will cure, my little problem?"

"I wasn't finished, Miss Spade. I, on the other hand need to make my fantasies come true. So I guess in one day, we could both be healed."

"How so?"

"You have to invite me in your bed."

"I'll do it on one condition."

"What condition?", he narrowed his eyes, suspiscious.

"You take off all your clothes but you keep the white coat."

He smiled. "Okay, anything you say."

He stripped under the heated stare of Sam, who was already waiting for him. She watched him in his boxers and his white coat and her mouth started to salivate. Would she grow tired of seeing him like this one day? God she hoped not.

He joined her on the bed and suddenly said, "Shit I forgot to give you an injection."

Sam shook her head. "Nuh-uh, no injection, no needles or you're going to live your fantasies alone, Doctor."

"Would you prefer a suppostitory?" he smirked.

This love is serious (everybody knows I'm mad for you)
You get me seriously out of my mind
And I am so into us (let no one get hold of you)
Baby you're mine (you're seriously fine)
"None of them Smartass. Now shut up and examine me."

"And you tell me you're not a nympho after that..."

He bent his head to lick her neck and went down to her shoulderblades and chest. He licked and caressed every inch of skin he could find. Sam was becoming dizzy and she had a feeling it wasn't due to the fever. He shoved her tank top over her head and she let him take the lead as she was too tired to protest anyway. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and fondled her other breast with his hand, hearing her pant and feeling her shivering underneath him.

Her skin was so hot because of her fever, he thought she was on fire. He lowered her panties down and threw them to the other end of the room, not caring where they landed, and looked at her naked body beside him. He was in no rush so he resumed his caresses all over her body, kissing and licking the skin sometimes and blowing on the spot afterwards, making Sam restless and horny.

He climbed on top of her and kissed her lips sweetly at first but after a few seconds he deepened the kiss. Suddenly Sam pushed him away, out of breath. He looked at her astonished. What did he do?

"Sam, what's wrong?"

"Please don't kiss me," she panted.

"Why not?"

"Because I can't breath through my nose and if you kiss me, I can't breath at all."

He chuckled, he'd been scared there for a moment.

"I won't kiss you then."

"Please no more foreplay. I want you now!"

You got me so delirious, I'm under your control
Point it at me if you must, your arrow's got me poisoned
Tell me what my treatment is, your love's got me insane
My prescription is your kiss and boy you got me wantin' it
She pushed his boxers down and drew him to her.

While he nipped her ear he whispered: "You know we could try another position if you want."

She looked up at him and smiled.

"What do you have in mind?"

He climbed down from her, took off the white coat and pushed her slightly on her side, her back to him and spooned with her, kissing her shoulder.

"You'll be less tired this way," he whispered.

She reached behind her and spiked his hair with her hand. "Thank you ."

With his hand he fondled her breast while he pushed slowly into her, eliciting a moan from both of them. He kept a slow rhythm because he knew Sam wasn't in any shape for rough sex. He kept her close to him and relished in the feeling of this new position that allowed him to penetrate her deeper.

Sam was close but she could help being frustrated with this position because she couldn't touch Martin. She arched her back and reached for his neck and his hair while he brought his hand to her folds to help her reach her climax. This slow pace was killing him and he wanted only one thing: to come as fast as possible, but he wouldn't do it without Sam.

When she came a few strokes later, she arched her back so much it hurt her, but the feeling of mixed pain and pleasure was unbelievable. Her hand still on his head brought him even closer to her and then Martin let himself go, spilling deep inside her.

He slipped out of her and they stayed like that to regain their breaths. Sam coughed a few times and Martin nipped her ear whispering words of love.

"I love you Sam."

But Sam couldn't answer him, she was already asleep. He smiled and decided to take a nap too, hoping he wouldn't be sick too after that.

TBC