P/N: There is some smut in this chapter. Just letting you know! Enjoy.

Chapter 12: Kinky Comfort

"When the oak is felled the forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown silently by an unnoticed breeze." – Thomas Carlyle

"And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and the thunder and lightening proclaim the majesty of the sky – then let your heart say in awe – "God moves in passion." – Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet)


He spent exactly one hour and thirty-seven minutes in pure bliss. At one hour and thirty-eight minutes, a new wave of pain hit him. He was jerked awake by it and it seemed to spread all over despite the soothing presence of Sydney on his chest. She was awake and looking at him with concern in an instant.

"Vaughn, what's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?"

He shook his head no as he winced and his features contorted into agony once again.

"What it is then? Am I hurting you?"

He moved his head violently from side to side to make sure she got the full affect of the 'no' to that question.

"What then? What? Tell me where it hurts…let me try to help."

He cursed the breathing problems he was forced to live with; this would have been a helluva lot easier if he could just verbally tell her where it hurt or talk through some of the pain. The need for vital air made it so much more difficult. He tried to tell her after moving the oxygen mask, but it was too hard when he was in so much pain.

Sydney looked at him in distress and tried frantically to think of some other way for him to communicate it to her. "Vaughn, show me…show me where it hurts." She took his good hand and she raised herself up so he could move his hand to the source of the pain. He moved it slowly down towards his lower ribs and abdomen. She moved her hand under his and pressed against the spot gently. "Here, baby? Is this where it hurts?"

He nodded yes with tears forming again in his eyes.

"Ok, it's gonna be ok…" She tried to put the brunt of her weight on that spot, but that didn't really work. She searched desperately for a way to help. She touched the side of his face softly and looked into his eyes once more – that made up her mind.

She raised herself up again and moved his hospital gown up so that it was folded up on his upper chest. She got off of the bed much to his dismay but assured him that she would move back in a second. He watched her with interest as she removed her pants, shirt and underwear and then climbed back on top of him gingerly. He was injured, not dead, and he immediately began to respond to her current state of undress. As she positioned herself atop him, she could feel his hardness beginning to grow. She was glad she got that reaction. She smiled and moved down to sit on his legs. She took him in her hand and slowly worked her hand up and down his silky shaft and brought him to full erectness. She moved her body so that the tip of his penis was resting against her center and then unhurriedly placed him inside her. Once he was penetrating her fully, she slowly worked her way back up his shaft and then slowly went back down again until he was fully inside her. She used her inner muscles to squeeze him and felt his legs tense in response. His eyes closed briefly and a quiet moan echoed from the oxygen mask. She fleetingly thanked herself for locking the door of his room before continuing. She began to tenderly rock on him, using very gentle, slow strokes to move him in and out of her. He thrust upward, but she said, "No, sweetie, you have to relax and let me handle this one. You just lay back and enjoy this. I think some of this – the pain I mean, is because you're scared…You let me do all the work. Just rest, baby, just rest. Try to focus on me instead of the pain. Focus on what I'm doing to you, the feelings, ok? You'll get your chance once you're feeling better, alright?" He nodded dreamily. "Good…good…yeah, that's it." She stroked his face gently as she moved. It had been so long since she had him inside her, he felt so good, and judging by his reactions to her ministry, he was enjoying himself as well. She moved in gentle circles, eliciting more moans from him. She tried to keep him as relaxed as possible while trying to keep him in as much pleasure as possible. She didn't want his breathing to get too labored; and the idea of explaining to the doctor that he was having trouble breathing because they'd just had sex wasn't something that sat well with her. She knew he was enjoying this, his moaning in pain had ceased and she could tell it had at least lessened, but she could also tell his rising frustration over the speed of their lovemaking. He attempted to quicken the pace, but she immediately stopped his attempt. She stopped moving all together and he looked at her imploringly. For a moment, she thought he might cry again.

"Hey, just relax. I'm not gonna stop. I just need you to listen for a minute. I know you want to go faster, but right now you just need to focus on the sensations…we can't go any faster, not now. I don't want to hurt you."

He moved the mask and she had to lean closer to him to hear, "You won't hurt me Sydney…how can you hurt me when you're making love to me?"

She smiled, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're not exactly up to par here today Vaughn. I mean, you're up…that's not the problem…the problem is everything else. While I'm glad they seemed to leave that part of your anatomy alone, they unfortunately did quite a number on a large percentage of other parts. I'm not going to go nuts here and sex the hell out of you so you have to stay here an extra few weeks."

When she was done with her tirade, she looked at him again and saw that he was smiling. "What?" she asked.

"No one else I know could tell a guy that they can't have rough sex like you can, Syd." He laughed softly, which drew a wince.

The smile that had been growing on her face stopped and she stroked his face again. She said in an even more affectionate tone. "There, right there. That's why we have to go slow, no matter how much it drives you nuts. Look at it this way Vaughn, the slower we go, the better the release will be…" she smiled devilishly. "We can go back to really kinky sex when you're feeling better, and I will be the judge of that, by the way – you're readiness for kink, that is."

He looked at her thoughtfully and said, "Ok…" they looked into each other's eyes for a few minutes, Sydney kissed him and then was going to put the mask back on when he stopped her. "Just one more thing…"

"What sweetie?"

"Thank you…for…well, for everything. For being here for me, and doing this…I don't know anybody else who would have sex with an invalid in the middle of a hospital just because he was in pain…you really are amazing."

"Well, when you put it that way Vaughn, we are being pretty kinky right here…"

"Uh huh…" he smiled up at her.

She started slow movements again and with the mask still off, she could her his delicious moans in surround sound. God she loved that moan, she had missed it, and it took all her composure not to really start to make love to him.

After another "Hmm…Mmm…Umm…Uhn…oh God Sydney" she stopped. He looked up at her again. "What now? I didn't push! I didn't do anything…I'm just laying here…being a good boy…relaxing and enjoying my pain-free-ness. What?"

She smiled, "You are being good, I just realized something."

"What's that?"

"This is the first time we're making love since you were taken…" silent tears began to form in her eyes. When she looked down, she saw that he was also getting teary.

"I know, Syd, I know…that's why this is so special…the irony of this situation is not lost on me…"

"What do you mean?"

"Well…here I am…back and all," she noticed his breathing was beginning to get very choppy again, "and naturally the first thing…I'd want to do when I got back…was…make love to you…and now I can't…it'd be a really sick twist too…if you weren't as daring…and wonderful…and utterly devoted…as you are."

The tears were gone in both of their eyes and she reached for the mask again, "We need to put this back now, honey." He nodded as she replaced it.

"Thank you Vaughn…" she said tenderly, and he smiled back at her. She waited a few moments and then started her efforts again. She figured she should probably let him come pretty soon before he got too tired. She knew he would fight sleep if it threatened to interrupt what they were doing, but she also knew that he needed as much rest as possible, and even with her doing the work, he wasn't really resting.

She sat up on him; her hands sprawled tenderly over his bandaged chest. She slowly bent herself backward so that every time she came off and went back on him, his penis moved against the front wall of her vagina. She remembered him liking this in the past, and she had to admit it was very pleasurable for her as well. Slowly she worked her way up and down his shaft, until they moved in a steady motion, and until every time he came back in, he hit her g-spot. Whenever they connected at that spot, his eyes closed and his head pushed back against the pillow.

Gradually, the more intense the sensations got for him, the less his head pushed back and the more his body arched upward. His head began to involuntarily rise off the pillow. She was afraid that he would hurt his ribs, so she affectionately helped him by placing her hand behind his head and helping him to rise slightly on every one of her down strokes. He smiled appreciatively when he realized what she was doing. She kept a steady pace for him, letting his orgasm gradually build. She also really wanted them to come together. She needed them to come together this first time. She could sense a few subtle changes in his reactions to her ministrations and knew that his orgasm was approaching. She redoubled her efforts and at his nod, sped up slightly and moved on him a little harder. With the added friction, she was close, and she could also feel his balls starting to tighten and move closer towards his body. Right when his orgasm began, she intensified it by lifting him off the pillow several more inches. She moved her body down at a different angle so she could hold him as he came. As she felt the first spurt of his orgasm shoot into her, she cradled his head against her chest and helped ease him through the shudders. His orgasm set her off as well and the delay in their lovemaking made hers very powerful. When the largest part was over, she then carefully laid his head back on the pillow. She stayed on him as his body came down fully, smiling at the aftershocks of his orgasm. She knew from previous experience that he didn't always have aftershocks; usually they only occurred if his orgasm was particularly powerful. He smiled satisfactorily up at her while trying to catch his breath.

"Are you ok?" she asked timidly, hoping that her enthusiasm at the end hadn't injured him further.

He nodded and moved the mask, "I'm great…" he rasped as he smiled widely as another aftershock took him. She laughed softly at his reaction and laid her head on his good shoulder. She hadn't moved off of him and after such a long time being a part, relished in the feeling of him and his fluids inside her. He seemed content to stay right where he was as well and was glad that she didn't leave him.

He moved the mask again and said, "I love you Syd, thank you…"

"I love you too Vaughn, and you're very welcome…"

She watched from her place on his shoulder as his eyes started to flutter and his breathing slowed down. In a few minutes, he was sleeping peacefully and she allowed herself to slip off too.