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Romance for Starsky. This chapter will wrap up the fluffy story.

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A Heart Revived

by dnjlwilson

Chapter 6

Getting Starsky settled wasn't hard. The shot they had given him at the hospital had rendered him helpless for all intents and purposes. Barely able to finish his shower before the medication kicked in full force, Hutch helped him dress for bed. Starsky had collapsed on the bed, covered his eyes, and more or less passed out from exhaustion.

The knock on the door came just when Hutch expected. She was right on time, a good sign. Opening the door, Hutch was pleasantly surprised to see a beautiful lady standing there. Starsky was right. Those eyes.

"You must be Alexandra." Hutch greeted, holding out a hand to shake.

"And you must be Hutch. I've heard a lot about you." she said as she entered the apartment.

"Same here." Hutch replied. "He talks about you all the time."

"I was going to say the same thing!" she laughed.

"Starsky was right," Hutch thought to himself, She did have a nice laugh.

"Is he okay?" she inquired, with concern in her voice.

"Thank God he has a hard head." Hutch said, fondly. "He had a concussion, eleven stitches, and a whopper of a headache." Seeing the worry on her face, Hutch added quickly, "But it's nothing he hasn't had before. The Doc gave him a shot of morphine before he left the emergency room. He's pretty much comatose right now."

"Are there any special doctor's orders I need to know?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll get to those." Hutch answered. "Can we talk a minute first?"

"Sure. I expected we would." Alex replied.

Thinking a minute before continuing, Hutch began, "First, I want you to know Starsky is crazy about you." Noting her blush, Hutch continued, "I would like to know how you feel about him. Forgive me for interfering, but he's been through so much lately. I don't want him hurt."

"Hutch, before you go on, I want to tell you something. May I?" she asked.

"Of course." Hutch answered.

"I care about David more than I ever thought I could care about anyone. I know that sounds strange since we haven't know each other for a week. But, Hutch," Alex struggled for words, "he got to my heart. No one ever has. Do you know what I mean?"

"I do." Hutch smiled. "He has a knack for doing that."

Alex continued, "I want to insure you, he will be in good hands. Thank you so much for this chance."

Hutch knew he could trust this woman with his friend. Somehow he knew. "The number to Abby's parents house is on the refridgerator. Call me if he needs me."

"I will not hesitate." she smiled. "He is very lucky to have you looking out for him."

"I think I'm the lucky one. He has the headache, I don't." Hutch said, the affection and love in his voice obvious.

"We are both lucky. Don't you think?" Alex asked.

"Indeed we are. Listen, I gotta go or we will be in that crazy traffic. Doc says wake him up every few hours. Make sure he's alert. I don't know how alert he can get after that shot, but he should at least be able to recognize you. His pain pills are on the counter. He gets those every six hours after the shot wears off." Hutch headed for the bedroom as he talked to check once more on his friend.

"Hutch, go." Alex said. "You will be late. I will gladly check on him."

"You are right. I'm gone. Thanks, Alexandra." Hutch said as he walked out the door.

Alex quietly walked up to the doorway and leaned against the frame. Her breath caught at the sight of him. He was on his back, his right arm covering his eyes, evidence of the headache he had when he fell asleep. He wore blue pajama bottoms. His denim shirt was unbuttoned, laying open to reveal his muscular chest. His left hand rested on his incredibly flat stomach. He was the most handsome, gorgeous man she had ever seen.

Unable to resist the temptation to be close to him, to touch him, Alex took off her shoes and slowly crawled onto the bed. She gently ran her fingers through his soft, dark curls, careful of the bandage over his right eye. "Oh, David." she whispered, a little too loud. Starsky raised the arm covering his eyes. The bright light made it difficult for him to focus his aching eyes.

"Alex?" he asked, confused. "I must be dreamin'."

"No David, you are not dreaming." she said quietly. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"You're real?" he said as he reached across and gently touched her face.

"Hutch called me and told me you were hurt." Alex explained. "He didn't want you to be alone all weekend. Neither did I."

"And you came?" he asked.

"Of course I did. I had to." she confessed. "Are you in pain?"

"Nah, I'm flyin'. They gave me some kinda shot at the hospital." Starsky answered, his words slurred.

"You go back to sleep. We'll talk later, when you feel better." she said, backing off the bed.

"Where ya goin'?" he asked.

"You need rest." she answered firmly. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Hey, come here." Starsky said, holding his arms open, inviting her in.

"Are you crazy?" Alex replied.

"I'm harmless. I promise I'll be a good boy." he pleaded.

"Me getting that close to you is NOT harmless." she countered.

"Come on. I'm like a lion with no teeth and no claws." he said, wiggling his fingers.

Knowing she was fighting a losing battle with herself, she smiled. "Okay. But only until you fall asleep." knowing she would stay with him as long as she could.

"Deal." he said, smiling a sleepy smile that made her heart pound.

She slowly, carefully snuggled up to him, her head on his arm. He turned to her with a grimace and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her head under his chin, her cheek against his chest. She laid her arm on his lean waist. She listened to the beat of his heart, hoping the pounding of hers wouldn't keep him awake.

"Now, that's better, huh?" Starsky asked as he released a long, contented sigh. "Remind me to thank Hutch."

"Much better." she agreed. She wanted to stay here the rest of her life. "God, this feels so right." she thought to herself. His slow, even breathing told her that he had fallen asleep. As she softly caressed his back, Alex found herself wishing the lion had his teeth and claws. She fell asleep, dreaming of the man who held her.

Several hours later, his stirring woke her with a start. "Does your head hurt?" she asked him.

"Little." was all she could make out of his garbled response.

Sliding up in his arms, she cradled his head in her arms, holding it against her chest, gently caressing his head. "Do you need your pain medicine?"

"Nah, this is nice." His arms tightened around her waist and then relaxed as he fell asleep again.

Thankful she was there for him and able to comfort him, Alex pulled him as close as she could, relishing the nearness of him. "Sandalwood," she thought to herself, finally identifying the scent as she buried her face into his dark curls, gently stroking his face.

She woke at six a.m., as she did every morning, never needing to set an alarm. Starsky was still sleeping peacefully. She slipped relunctantly out of his embrace and slowly rolled off the bed. Looking back at him, she saw that he had not stirred. Going to the kitchen, she noticed how clean it was. Everything was in order, very neat. She made coffee and went to freshen up and change clothes while it was brewing.

Checking on Starsky and finding him still asleep, she poured her coffee. She was lost in her thoughts, looking out the window over the kitchen sink, when she was startled by his arms sliding around her waist from behind, his warm breath on her neck as he nuzzled in close.

"Mornin'." he whispered against her neck, causing goose bumps on her skin.

Turning in his arms, she found herself face to face with him, mere inches apart. Not being able to think clearly, she said, "David, you should be asleep."

He looked at her with intense blue eyes, "Now, how can I sleep when there's a beautiful woman in my kitchen?"

Getting her bearings, she replied, "That same beautiful woman was in your arms all night and it didn't seem to bother you."

The look on his face was priceless. "Oh, low blow. I was in a drug-induced coma. Cut me some slack."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she said, "You're forgiven," and kissed him gently.

"Um." he said, pulling away. "You taste like coffee."

"It's a fresh pot. Do you want me to pour you a cup?" she offered.

"Nah, I"ll share yours." he said, kissing her, slowly at first, then more passionately. "Best cup of coffee I've ever had." he said, kissing her lips lightly, then her cheek. Her ear. Her neck.

"David." she said hoarsly.

Her throat. "Yeah." he whispered, moving his kisses back up. Her neck. Her ear.

"Do you know how much I want you right now." she said, getting his attention, looking directly into his handsome face.

"About half as much as I want you." he challenged.

"Wanna bet?" she answered, sliding her arms around his waist inside his shirt. Her fingers brushed his skin, causing him to quiver.

"Yeah." was all he could manage, unable to think or speak.

"What does the winner get?" she asked, her face revealing her passion.

"Darlin'." he answered. "I got a feelin' were both gonna be winners." He pulled her to him. The passion they had controlled so long now controlled them. He bent down and picked her up to carry her to a more comfortable place to express their feelings for each other.

Later, as they held each other, sated bodies cooling off, breathing slowly returning to normal, he gently caressed her back and kissed her head, satisfaction and contentment sinking into his body.

His caressing stopped abruptlty when she asked, "David, who won?"

He had to see her face. Raising up on an elbow, he saw her face held the same passion-filled look he had seen earlier, her eyes burning into his, a slight smile on her face.

"I don't know. It was a close call." he said with a teasing tone. Then his voice turned serious, "I'll gladly concede if you promise me a rematch."

Drawing as close as she could, her passion mounting, she replied, "How about the best two out of three."

He laughed and said, "Lady, you're on!" kissing her deeply. Unable to control his desire, Starsky thought to himself as their passion took over once more, "I'm definately gonna thank Hutch!"

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