Sam lay back on the bed, watching the voluptuous naked frame of her lover descend towards her, pulse quickening the closer Jo got, thrills of desire chasing through her veins, igniting every nerve they crossed. Jo settled her length against Sam's side, one hand lazily tracing random patterns on the blonde's smooth skin as she stole another breath taking kiss from her lover, one leg insinuating itself between Sam's own. A warm dampness coated Jo's thigh where it made contact with Sam's groin creating a fresh flood of arousal in both women. She allowed her hand to caress its way further down the flat expanse of flesh on display to her, dipping into the hot wetness betraying Sam's desire.
"So beautiful." Jo's voice was breathless as she gazed at her lover, so open and trusting, laying beside her, skin flushed and squirming shamelessly under Jo's tender ministrations. She leaned her face tantalisingly close to Sam's, whispering, "please don't ever doubt that I love you enough to stay by your side, no matter what. You're my world." Capturing Sam's lips, toying with them between her teeth before soothing them with her tongue sensually, Jo slid her fingers to Sam's drenched opening, feeling her partner's hips arch off the bed in invitation.
Sam found her breath stolen, any reply she had hoped to offer replaced by a whimper as Jo continued to tease her, pushing the very tip of one finger inside her briefly before withdrawing again, coating her fingers liberally in the liquid fire flowing freely from her core. As desire danced through her veins, focusing on any single thought became an impossibility, she was content just to float on the cloud of euphoria Jo's actions were creating revelling in how well this woman had learnt her body in a relatively short space of time – a lesson many of her previous partners had failed to take on board at any point, concentrating more on their own needs than hers. Every time they made love, Sam was amazed at Jo's intense quest to satiate Sam's every desire with little thought to her own body's demands, seeming to get as much satisfaction out of her lover's reactions as she did when Sam returned her attentions. Her hazed mental meanderings were interrupted by Jo's mouth descending on her swollen nub, suckling the tiny bundle of nerves at the same time as pushing a finger inside of her gradually adding two more with each thrust, curling them so she could stroke the internal spot guaranteed to drive the blonde wild. Sam screamed out Jo's name, her voice hoarse and throaty, heedless of the neighbours, aware only of the feel of her lover and the intense orgasm crashing through her body, her limbs jerking spasmodically as waves broke over and over. Jo kept up her rhythm until Sam collapsed back on the bed spent and whimpering. The buxom brunette crawled back up the bed, soothingly kissing the quivering sensitive flesh of Sam's torso as she ascended, completing her journey with a leisurely kiss on her lover's alluring lips.
Jo allowed herself to be rolled onto her back, wrapping her arms around the smaller frame of her lover, pulling her across until she was lying on top of her. Sam rested her weight on her arms, concerned that she would crush her lover even though she was reluctant to climb off, enjoying the feel of their breasts rubbing together as Jo began rocking against the muscular thigh between her own. The blonde insinuated a hand between Jo's throbbing centre and her leg, allowing her weight to settle atop the larger frame beneath her. Dipping her fingers into the hot liquid flowing freely she milked the sensitive bundle of nerves with practised ease, stealing a kiss, swallowing Jo's cry as she entered her, pushing three fingers deep into her core, riding the contractions of the brunette's internal muscles, guiding her through the orgasm. Sam felt another wave sweep over her as Jo's juices drenched her hand still buried deep within her core, tightly held in place by the powerful muscles, collapsing into Jo's waiting arms as the intense pleasure subsided. The women kissed leisurely, their love and devotion to one another reaffirmed, a drowsy sated contentment settling over them. Sam made a move to climb off Jo, her retreat stalled by Jo's tightening grip around her waist.
"I like you being there," the brunette confessed bashfully.
"Aren't I a bit heavy for you though?" Sam asked, conscious of not wishing to cause Jo any discomfort.
Jo shook her head in response, inviting Sam to make herself comfortable, guiding her head down to rest against her chest, reaching for the duvet and pulling it up around Sam who shivered, not realising how chilly the air was until she was enveloped in the warm bedding. "Comfy?" Jo asked. Feeling Sam nod against her chest, she answered, "good, me too. Try and get some sleep, sweetheart.
"I like you being there," the brunette confessed bashfully.
"Aren't I a bit heavy for you though?" Sam asked, basking in the closeness the new position granted them but conscious of not wishing to cause Jo any discomfort.
Jo shook her head in response, inviting Sam to make herself comfortable, guiding her head down to rest against her chest, reaching for the duvet and pulling it up around Sam who shivered, not realising how chilly the air was until she was enveloped in the warm bedding. "Comfy?" Jo asked. Feeling Sam nod against her chest, she answered, "good, me too. Try and get some sleep, sweetheart."
Sam woke with a start as she was jettisoned from her luxurious position lying on top of her fiancée, groggy from lack of sleep and the abrupt awakening. As she steadied herself, teetering dangerously on the edge of the bed, the blonde took a moment to allow full consciousness to arrive before she assessed the reason for her rude awakening. Looking to Jo, she frowned at the sight of her lover in the throes of a nightmare, face contorted as though in pain and sweat beading on her brow. Skirting back to her side, Sam fought a mental battle over whether to wake her or not, having heard conflicting theories on the dangers of waking someone whilst they were dreaming. As Jo let out an agonised cry writhing as though fighting unseen demons, instinct led Sam to try and soothe her lover's torment, stroking damp tendrils of hair back from her eyes, murmuring reassurances all the while.
"Come on Jo, wake up sweetheart. It's just a dream. It's ok, it's ok you're safe, no one's going to hurt you, I won't let them. You're safe honey." Gently, she coaxed the brunette from her night terror. It was not the first time that she had witnessed Jo in the grip of bad dreams, in her first few days out of hospital, nightmares had been commonplace as Jo fought to deal with the emotional aftermath of Mark Somerton's abduction. Numerous times she had found herself being mentally dragged back in her sleep to that old warehouse at his mercy, waking disoriented and scared initially pushing Sam away, thinking she was still under attack. Talking to Sam had helped and with her support the bad dreams had abated. Thinking back to their earlier conversation, to Jo's admission, Sam was not overly surprised that there had been a reoccurrence, wondering how her lover had managed to repress for so long the horrific ordeal she had outlined that afternoon. Even with her experience in the realms of psychology, the power of the human brain to deal with trauma never ceased to amaze her. She focused on the woman gradually regaining consciousness of the world around her, reiterating her reassurances as Jo's muscles tensed. "Shhh, hey it's ok, it's only me. You're safe sweetheart, there's no one here but us."
Jo instinctively pulled away from the caresses being showered upon her, memories of her nightmare leaking into her waking consciousness, unsettling her. It had all seemed so real, so fresh; the smells, the feelings, the pain and shame, the look of disappointment on her mother's face exactly as they had been all those years ago, only in her dream the baby had been Mark Somerton's and she had been no naïve teen but the grown woman who was now lying trembling in a foetal ball wishing she could wash away the dirty feeling her dream had left her with but knowing no amount of scrubbing would eradicate it.
"Want to talk about it?" Sam pulled herself up, resting against the headboard, propping a pillow behind her back to lean on, watching Jo lying with her back to her, wishing she could reach out but knowing that she must allow Jo to control the situation. Whilst every instinct begged her to withdraw, Jo forced herself to turn and face Sam, haltingly recounting her traumatising dream, sharing every detail in the hope that it would banish it from her mind.
"Sam, I don't really remember that much about what happened with Mark, I was fairly out of it most of the time. There's no way he could have… I'd have known… wouldn't I?" Jo looked up at Sam imploringly, searching for reassurance, her brow furrowed.
"He never had chance. We had the doctors check you over as soon as you arrived at the hospital just to be on the safe side, there was no evidence whatsoever that he'd assaulted you sexually." Sam assured her lover meeting her gaze unwaveringly, heart going out to her lover, wondering how long that particular fear had been playing on her mind.
"I was fairly sure that was the case, it's just… that dream seemed… so real. I guess I just needed to hear you say it." Jo smiled tremulously, snuggling into Sam's side, head resting against the petite blonde's chest, arm draped across her waist, feeling the tension drain from her body.
"I'm really am sorry for pushing you about the children issue. If I'd backed off when I first realised you didn't want to talk about it, you wouldn't be having to go through this now." Sam absentmindedly stroked one hand through Jo's silky hair, the other resting on the brunette's shoulder supportively.
"I'm glad you know. I don't want there to be any secrets between us and if I'm going to be a mum then this is something I have to deal with. I don't want fear to rob me of the chance of being a parent."
"If there's one thing I can say with total certainty, it's that I don't imagine you'd allow fear to rob you of anything. We'll take it one step at a time, together. I'm not promising it'll be easy, but no matter what, I'll be right here beside you, supporting you one hundred percent. And for what it's worth, I think you'll make a fantastic mum." Sam gently squeezed Jo's shoulder, images of a baby Jo filling her mind.
"I'm really am sorry for pushing you about the children issue. If I'd backed off when I first realised you didn't want to talk about it, you wouldn't be having to go through this now." Sam absentmindedly stroked one hand through Jo's silky hair, the other resting on the brunette's shoulder supportively.
"I'm glad you know. I don't want there to be any secrets between us and if I'm going to be a mum then this is something I have to deal with. I don't want fear to rob me of the chance of being a parent."
"If there's one thing I can say with total certainty, it's that I don't imagine you'd allow fear to rob you of anything. We'll take it one step at a time, together. I'm not promising it'll be easy, but no matter what, I'll be right here beside you, supporting you one hundred percent. And for what it's worth, I think you'll make a fantastic mum." Sam gently squeezed Jo's shoulder, images of a baby Jo filling her mind. Jo's smile was brighter this time as she shifted so that she could plant a kiss on Sam's waiting lips. The tender moment was interrupted by the telephone, the jarring sound startlingly loud in the quiet house causing both women to jump. Sam darted from the bed, hoping for news on Joey.
"Samantha Nixon."
"Ms Nixon, it's Sister Bailey from St Hugh's. I thought you'd want to know immediately, your daughter's awake and asking for you. She's also been asking after her son, we haven't told her anything as yet, we thought it would be better coming from you."
"Thank you, I'm on my way." Sam replaced the receiver, turning to face Jo who was looking at her expectantly. "Abi's awake, she's asking about Joey." Taking a shaky breath, Sam ran a hand through her hair. "How do I tell her I have no idea where her son is?"
"We have to be honest with her, Sam. I'll call the station on the way to the hospital for a progress report, maybe we'll have something positive to offer Abi." Jo rose from the bed, all lingering thoughts of her nightmare banished. She busied herself gathering clothes together before leading Sam into the en-suite bathroom for a brief shower. "We have to be honest with her, Sam. I'll call the station on the way to the hospital for a progress report, maybe we'll have something positive to offer Abi." Jo rose from the bed, all lingering thoughts of her nightmare banished. She busied herself gathering clothes together before leading Sam into the en-suite bathroom for a brief shower. The two women dressed hurriedly and left the house, Sam allowing Jo to take the driving seat, her own mind too pre-occupied to control a car safely. They arrived at the hospital, heading straight to Abi's ward.
"Hi sweetheart." Sam greeted her daughter brightly, kissing her cheek, careful to avoid bumping her heavily bandaged wounds. "How are you?" Sam moved aside slightly as Jo leaned in to kiss Abi in greeting also.
"Where's Joey? Why will no one tell me anything about him? He's not dead is he Mum?" Abi's eyes misted over with tears, fear gripping her heart as her mother exchanged a worried glance with Jo. "Tell me what's going on, where's my son?"