A/N: There will be part four as well :D Since I still didn't get to "getting hot in a cold lodge" part of Neewa's prompt :)
You spend the rest of your vacations in the hospital bed. She comes every day. She is funny, sexy, blushes easily, and she is perfect. When she is leaving at the end of the fourth day, she leans in to kiss your cheek, and you slightly shift your head and catch her mouth. You have wisely brushed your teeth beforehand. Her brows hike up but then she closes her eyes, you know since you are peeking, and leans in more. Her hand in on the headboard, and she is a very good kisser. You put your healthy hand on the back of her head. You might be slightly obsessed with touching her extraordinary hair. She sighs into your mouth, and you feel her tongue caress your upper lip.
Before it got too randy, she straightens up. You notice smugly that she looks rather dazed. Her next sentence confirms your evaluation, "God, you are like brew… I think my head is spinning..." She smiles to you. But then her face grows serious. "We have only three days left till we have to go back to work. Me and Thea, we have this project, it is a site for those healthy food shops…" She is mumbling. You have noticed that habit of hers.
"They won't release me for another week at least," you tread carefully. She nods. "But when I'm out, someone will have to take care of me. This," you point your eyes at your leg, "Will stay for another five weeks at least." "Oh, so you just need a nurse," she looks at you mischievously. "Do you happen to have the uniform?" You might be smiling a bit too widely. "I'll see what I can do."
Your sister comes and drives you to the airport. All through the flight you are thinking about the slightly too heated snogging that served as your goodbye with Wren. Her hand slid on your chest, and then under the tee, and you gasped. She pulled it out and apologised. It made you laugh, she seems to be treating your kink as a disability and be very careful, in her words, "not to make you uncomfortable". She is so fit that you are uncomfortable in your pants most of the time. You chatted on the phone couple times after she left, and she sent you an email with a photo of herself and her friend Thea pretending to be asleep on the tables in their office. Apparently, the project is an aggro.
Deadre helps you to get to your flat and spends the day. She organizes easy access to food and loo for you, puts clutches near your bed, and you finally rid yourself of her. You love her to shreds, but she fusses. She is so used to mothering two boys, that she forgets that unlike them you actually tend to take care of yourself and eat something besides Domino's. Your phone rings, and you hope it's Wren.
It is. "Welcome back," her voice is happy, but she sounds exhausted, "How was your flight?" "Fine, and I am home, all settled. My sister brought me chicken soup." "Awww, I was just going to offer… I mean I was going to ask if you had food… Not that I was going to invite myself…" Her adorable mumbling continues but you can't distinguish words anymore.
"Wren, would you like to come and visit me?" There is a bit of silence on the other end. Did you understand her wrong? "Can I come tomorrow? I look like shite, and we haven't slept last night with Thea, and there is still so much to..." She yawns loudly. "Sure, I'll email you the address. Come any time you want. I will probably just stay home tomorrow. No running errands and hitting the gym." She chuckles. "It is actually rather convenient. I always know where you are… I mean not that I would stalk you or something…" You laugh. "Alrighty, I'll just stop talking and will go and fall asleep in the copier room. Again..." You chuckle. "Bye, Wren." "Bye, John," she yawns again and hangs up.
She comes over at five and by then you are barmy with boredom. You were never too big on staying home before. Telly drives you mad, you have read both books your sister left you and ordered some more online. And you might have made some other impulsive purchases on Amazon. You are not used to being caged.
She knocks and carefully opens the door. You are propped in the pillows on a sofa in the living room. There is a white box in her hands. The intoxicating smell of some pastry hits your nose, and you lick your lips. But first things first… She puts it on the table and approaches you. You so much love her shy blush. "Hi," she steps closer, and you grab her hand and pull her on your lap. She is so small that she curls into you and her tiny feet don't reach the floor. "Hi," you catch her lips and can finally enjoy her taste without expecting a nurse to walk on you two. Again...
She is stroking the back of your neck, and you feel her deft little fingers pulling the hair tie out. And then she freezes. She has this wonderful tendency of doing something before thinking, and then getting scared of her own boldness and backing up. You press her tighter into yourself and nod. It feels funny, since you are simultaneously kissing her, but she gets the message.
"I am sorry, I just really like it… So silky..." She is a bit breathy, since your lips are on her neck. She drops the head back a bit and pushes her fingers into your hair. Fingernails gently scratch your scalp, and that drives you mad! Maybe if she straddles you, you can find some nice position…
She pushes away from you a bit and presses her forehead to yours. "Should we…" She sounds choked and clears her throat. "Should we be doing this? I mean you are hurt..." Apparently that's the only thing that is stopping her. Bless. You dive in and kiss her jaw. "It's just the leg and the arm now…" She moans. You guess you are not the only one in here who likes their neck touched. And kissed. And licked. Oh, that one turns out the most productive. And kudos to her for keeping her voice down in the hospital, she is apparently very vocal.
She carefully shifts, and she is finally straddling you. You kiss the freckled nose. "You might have to do all the work though..." You lift your arm in a cast. She smirks. Oh, that one is new, quite predatory by the way. "You will repay me later." She pulls off her jumper and there is a lacy blue bra there. You so wish you had both hands now. But at least you can unclasp it with one. She is kissing you and then smiles into your lips. "You are suspiciously good at it." She slides the straps off and the bra theatrically flies across your living room. "I am in computer repairs, remember? Need the dextrosity." She lifts a sceptical brow, and then picks up the hem of your tee. It gets stuck on the cast on your arm, and you both are laughing.
She lowers her head and presses her lips to your throat. And then her hot little tongue slides down and swirls in the hollow between the collar bones. The pulps of her tiny fingers caress the skin there too, and you are losing your mind. Everything about her is wonderful, whatever she does is magnificent, but still this is the best… Her lips slide on your jaw, and she gently bites into the beard. Oh, maybe not, that feels fucking great too…
She pushes your track trousers down, together with the pants, and you groan. "Sorry, I thought we are already…" She is mumbling again, and you press your lips to hers. "Yes, yes, we are, please, hurry up..." She giggles and momentarily moves off you to take off her knickers. Bless the summer, bless the skirt, bless her preparedness. A condom is rolled over you, and you finally slide into her. Oh fuck… She is tight, and hot, and you think you are in love. You two are moving, well, mostly her, her hips rolling into you, and your palm is pressed into her shoulder blades. She breathes out adorable little panting sounds and then comes.
She presses her forehead to yours, and she is shaking. "I am sorry, it's just that I really wanted, and you are so big… I am so sorry, I can't move just yet..." You guffaw. Is she apologising for the best compliment you can get regarding your bedroom skills, which you are not demonstrating at the moment, but you are so shagging her into most satisfied bliss when you are out of the casts? Or is she apologizing for telling you she wanted you and that you are big? You are rubbing her back and pepper kisses on her face. "Take your time, I am perfectly comfortable right now." She moves her face away and looks you in the eyes.
"Comfort isn't quite the point of this, isn't it?" You smile to her. She starts moving again, her movement rougher and more determined this time, and you are growling. God, she is sexy! She drops her head back, and you catch a hard nipple in your mouth. She moans loudly and puts her hands on the back of the sofa behind you. It gives her better momentum and wider swing, and soon enough you are shattering in front of her. Mother of God, this woman…
You are sitting intertwined, and she is lazily drawing some patterns on your forearm with the tips of her fingers. "What's in the box?" She chuckles and straightens up. "Crepes, I stopped by the French bistro by the bridge." "Aaah, the famous crepes that you were going to consume with me as the sauce the very first night…" She blushes and then pecks your lips. "And I was right. You are absolutely delicious!"