Thunderbirds and the Tracy Boys are the creation of Sylvia and Gerry Anderson

IloveSam: Are you kidding. These are his brothers we're talking about. This is too good an opportunity to miss to keep him going, they're not just going to slink away. Besides, maybe they want to see how it's done properly.

About 'a bit of a dark horse'. I hope I explain it all right. Someone you think of as quiet and shy may actually think and feel quite strongly about things you wouldn't have thought they would. You associate a horse that is dark, like a black stallion, as being strong and passionate. It's also sometimes the horse you least expect to win the race that beats all the others.

Claudette: Guess I should have actually mentioned it but I'd hoped you would have taken it as read that they obviously had an override code in case of emergencies and as they thought this was an emergency that is what they would have used. Under normal circumstances they would have knocked on finding the door locked. As with her nursing duties not every little fine detail is mentioned. Hope it hasn't spoilt your enjoyment of the story

Chapter 32

Feeling totally elated but also feeling quite tired Scott lay back against the pillows. "Stay with me, Jen," he asked, looking at her intently.

"Of course I'll stay with you, I'm always here," Jenna smiled, though a bit puzzled as to why he should think she wouldn't be here.

"No, I mean, stay with me, now," Scott explained as he opened his arm, beckoning her into his protective warmth. "I just want to hold you," he added pleadingly.

"Really," she smiled gently, thinking it such a touching gesture for there was nowhere in the world she'd rather be than lying with him. Scott Tracy really was so sensitive and romantic she thought as well as being fiercely passionate; a devastating combination

"Yeah, you've held me often enough. I know you don't think I knew but I did," he replied, seeing her slightly bemused look of 'I didn't think he knew'. "Now I just want to hold you," he said simply, hoping she wouldn't refuse.

The bed was lowered to its nighttime position; she kicked off her shoes and lay down beside him. Sliding her hand across his chest Jenna cuddled into him, resting her head on him as he put his protective arm around her. It felt so warm and comfortable to be here, although, she had to admit, it was also hard to lie here with him and refrain from making love to him, especially with his kisses still burned on her lips and in her body. If only she knew, he felt exactly the same way but he was tired after that rather physical 'cardiovascular workout' still finding he was not fully recovered from the bout of fever but he was content to have her lie with him, to hold her as she had done with him many times. He idly stroked her arm and toyed with her hair as she smiled contentedly to herself. Before long his hand rested on her arm and went limp, falling to the bed, she knew he was asleep and it wasn't long after, that she fell into sleep.

Strangely, he didn't have any nightmares that night, though she did wake briefly when he stirred, only to hear him groan and softly call her name. Jenna smiled to herself, feeling like poking him in the ribs, as it seemed he had started without her but then she could dream too, so she did.

She woke with that warm, glowing feeling of having been with someone you care about and was unable to keep that contented smile from her face as she kissed him lightly causing him to stir, though he didn't wake. Rising, she went to the shower, having an inner conversation with herself.

Hope you know what you're doin' Jen? "No, but boy, can that man burn," she thought to herself as the memory of those kisses flooded her with the same sensations. Well, you did stroke his neck? "Yeah, I did, didn't I," she laughed softly and shook her head. What did you expect? You'll just have to suffer the consequences. "Well, those just might be consequences worth suffering," she grinned to herself, thinking he could burn down a forest with those kisses.

Coming back into the room Jenna found him awake and having raised the bed himself with the hand-held panel. Feeling slightly embarrassed and nervous she came towards him wondering how he felt this morning. "You OK?" Scott asked with the concern of a lover who hopes she has no regrets. He certainly had none and hoped she did not regret responding to his kisses or the fact that he kissed her. He reached out his hand to her to take it. She gladly did and sat down.

"Yeah, I'm OK," Jenna said softly, touched by his concern. "You know, that was highly unethical," she stated with a wry smile. "I could get struck off for taking….advantage…..of a….weak and….helpless patient," she added, feeling that same weakness that he induced invade her as he gazed at her with those wonderful eyes. "Although…I…don't….quite….recall you…being that…weak..and helpless," she finished, her wry smile getting bigger.

His smile just got bigger at that compliment. She always had a way of making him feel good about himself. Last night she had made him feel like a man again, she had made him feel whole. "Well, I won't tell," Scott promised, continuing the smile that lit up his face. "Besides, if you do, I'll hire you. I still need a lot of looking after," he flirted, although Jenna quite suspected he really would rather than have her lose her job on his account and she found herself loving him that little bit more.

"Oh you do, do you." Jenna said amused. "And that would make you my boss," she added, stating the obvious. "And I suppose that would mean keeping the boss happy?" she continued with a flirtatious grin.

"Absolutely," Scott replied in a mockingly serious tone, enjoying these verbal banters with her. He looked at her now with an altogether more serious expression and reached his hand up to cradle her face. Jenna turned her face into his hand, closing her eyes to enjoy it's affectionate warmth and new found strength before putting her hand over his and turning more to kiss his palm. He thrilled at the tender moment and reaching his hand round to the back of her head he pulled her to himself to enjoy a rather slow and seductive Good Morning kiss.

What a way to say Good Morning she was thinking to herself, feeling weak under the power of his kiss.

Eventually she pulled away. "This isn't going to get us any work done," she laughed lightly, feeling still flushed. "And don't think this changes anything," Jenna mockingly scolded, "I'm not going to let up on you."

"Yes ma'am," Scott replied, completely captivated by her, making her laugh and shake her head in exasperation.

"How would you like to go to the shower today instead of the usual?" she asked, hoping he would see it as another step forward.

"Seriously?" he said almost unbelievingly as if she was only joking. He had been looking forward to getting in under a shower but in a strange way he would miss his morning sessions.

"Yeah, of course. I'll take you in after breakfast," Jenna promised, knowing it would be a real treat for him. It's funny how such simple things can bring so much pleasure when you've been denied them for a while and how much we take simple things for granted.

He started to laugh and looking down he could see a problem. Jenna smiled; assuring him she would disconnect him first and told him he could even be rid of that too, promising to take it out later that afternoon. "….and do you feel up to going to the pool this evening?" she asked, watching his delight. It was like all his Christmases coming at once. She suggested going to the pool in the early evening so that he would not be out in the heat of the sun; as she didn't want to risk aggravating a headache and also he hadn't been outside for a while so the cool of the evening would be a good way to start.

"And just how are you gonna get me into the shower?" Scott asked, knowing that, although he was doing leg exercises, his legs would still not support his weight. "You planning to give me a piggyback." he grinned, making her laugh.

The thought of giving Mr Scott Tracy a piggyback into the shower was a fun idea. "Well, that's a thought," Jenna mused as if she was seriously considering it only to fall about laughing. "I could just see your father walking in on that one," she giggled.

Scott caught the mental imagine and his grin got wider. "You really do want to give Dad a heart attack, don't you?" he said smiling and watching her laugh.

"ME," she said incredulously as though she had been insulted, then playfully smacking him on the shoulder. "If you're talking about last night, it takes two to tango, MISTER," she reminded him as she gave him a wry smile, then playfully smacked him again. They were like two young lovers seductively playing with each other in their conversation, which, of course, they were.

As she had went to smack him again Scott caught her wrist, his expression changing from wide smile to seductive desire as he pulled her in. "Just…what..do..you..th….," she had started to say but didn't get to finish as he pressed his lips to hers and began those slow, seductive circles with his mouth, taking her with him. His fire had obviously been relit and was burning brightly and Jenna could nothing but yield to the power of his kiss. She had struggled at first but, admittedly, not that hard, although she could tell those arm exercises were paying off, as his grip was firm and strong. The fact that she struggled seemed to fire his arousal causing her to deepen her own kiss. On letting go of her wrist she cupped his face with her hands as both settled into this kiss, enjoying it to the full. They were both at this crazy wonderment stage where they hardly dared believe the other felt the same way.

On hearing the door-com, they stopped, looked at each other briefly before slowly parting. "You're….

incorrigible," Jenna said breathlessly, thinking he was like a little boy with a new toy. Would she change him or try to tame him? Never in a million years she thought.

"And you're incredible," Scott replied seriously, still barely able to believe, after all his tortured thoughts, that she wanted him; wanted him as he was knowing he may not get the use of his arm back.

Breathless and smiling, trying to regain her composure she went to the door to be greeted by two grinning faces. "Is it safe to come in?" Virgil asked, wondering if perhaps they had started early or, indeed, had continued on through the night.

"Yeah, wouldn't want to interrupt anything, would we Virg?" Gordon added with a cheeky grin.

Jenna smiled embarrassingly assuring them it was safe to do so and as they had brought the breakfast she could hardly turn them away. She told them of her plans to take Scott to the shower and asked if they would help. With breakfast over and after donning a white towelling bathrobe they helped him to get into the shower chair, Jenna having disconnected him first. "Do you guys fancy some water therapy this evening?" Jenna asked as she told them she would like Scott to go to the pool.

"Aw, you bet," Gordon enthused, always eager to get into the pool. "You're coming in too, aren't you Jen?" he added mischievously, making her wonder what she'd let herself in for.

"Yeah, somebody's got to keep an eye on you lot, to keep your brother from getting drowned," she laughed and as she shooed them out the door she asked them if they'd got what she had asked for.

"Don't worry, it'll be ready and waiting," Virgil assured her as they left.

Now she disappeared into the bathroom to change, having gone to her room after breakfast to get her swimsuit and re-emerging to leave Scott speechless.

"Well, I can't very well go into the shower with my clothes on, now can I," Jenna said with a wry smile. What had left Scott speechless was the fact that underneath the open fluffy white towelling robe she was wearing a stunning one-piece swimsuit, high cut at the legs in various shades of blue, which just happened to be his favourite colour.

"There's always one solution," he answered with a cheeky grin, earning him a look.

"Why Mr Tracy, that's just plain wicked," Jenna replied, the look soon changing to an exasperated laugh.

Once in the shower a lot of giggling and laughing could be heard, sometimes followed by periods of silence apart from the running water.

"OK Mr Tracy, how do you want this?" she could be heard to ask. "Fast and furious, like this or real slooow and deep, like this," she added, changing the tone of her voice to suit the actions.

"Ah, make it sloow and deep, would ya Jen, please," he said, wanting to savour the whole experience.

"Slow and deep it is," Jenna agreed, also wanting him to enjoy the pleasure of his first shower. He certainly knew what he wanted and how he wanted it. Groans of satisfaction above the running water could now be heard emanating from the bathroom

"Aaww Jen, that's great. Do it a bit harder, will ya." Scott could be heard to say, followed by more sighs of satisfaction.

"What? Like this," Jenna asked, happy to comply with his wishes.

"Yeah, just like that," he answered with the satisfaction of having it done just the way he wanted.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she remarked, knowing he was finding it pleasurable.

"Yeah, you bet," Scott agreed, followed by more sighs. "Aahh, that feels fantastic. I didn't think it would feel so good," he could be heard enthusing.

"You men," Jenna sighed hopelessly, "you'd think you never had this done before."

"Not like this," Scott again enthused, causing her to laugh.

"Well, I guess we can forgive you, it is your first shower after all," she added, continuing to laugh. "Are you going to be like this every time?" Jenna asked in mock exasperation.

"Only if you do it like that," he returned, with an exaggerated groan, which earned him a playful poke in the ribs. It was then followed by one of those periods of silence apart from the running water.

(Author's Note: Come on guys, he's getting his hair washed)

He spent a long time in the shower that morning just enjoying the feeling of the warm water cascading over his body and periodically flexing out the stiffness in his back. Later, dried and with his robe on Jenna turned her attention to his morning shave.

"Why don't you let me do it for you the old fashioned way this morning," Jenna suggested, wanting to give him a special treat. "Then tomorrow we'll get you to use your shaver," she added encouragingly, wanting to help him to start to do things for himself. As she started applying the shaving gel she said, "I did this once for you before but you wouldn't remember that." She told him it had been when he was unconscious just before he was taken off the ventilator. As he listened he realised how much she had been doing for him and he also saw that when she talked about all these things she did so tenderly and lovingly. It only served to make his deep feelings for her grow stronger.

"Did I ever tell you about the time when I was a little girl and watched my dad do this?" she asked, unable to remember what stories she had related as they had talked quite a bit, getting to know each other. He shook his head. Sitting on his lap now, she related the story of her father rubbing his rough face against hers, as she began shaving Scott, and going on to tell him about her father then asking her to test his newly shaven smooth face with a kiss. That idea appealed to Scott very much, so much so, that he grinned as he slipped his arm around her waist. "And just what do you think you're doing, Mr Tracy?" she said, pretending to be alarmed and then waving the razor menacingly at him she warned laughing, "It doesn't do to mess with a girl who's got a razor to your throat, you know."

"Yes ma'am," Scott agreed most definitely, while trying not to laugh.

"Will you sit still and let me finish," she light-heartedly chided, laughing at his boyish good humour. It was good to see him in such a happy, carefree mood she thought, after all he had been through, and it thrilled her to think that she was the reason.

He did try to behave himself but it was hard with her sitting on his lap like this dressed only in a slinky swimsuit and soft fluffy robe.

"There, all done," Jenna announced proudly. "And that's definitely kissable smooth," she smiled wryly in a flirtatious way as she stroked his face.

"Care to put that to the test," Scott challenged her, looking at her seductively.

"I was hoping you would say that, Mr Tracy," she said, continuing to flirt with him. Jenna lent over, wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her cheek softly against his before turning and placing a kiss.

"Care to try that again," he dared her, his voice heavy with seduction and desire. As she was about to kiss his cheek he turned, catching her mouth with his and slipping his hand now under her robe and around her waist he began those slow burning kisses bringing both of them to arousal. Just how long they spent in the bathroom that morning was anybody's guess, for where they were now transcended time and place as their kisses travelled beyond where they finished last night.