2016
The late morning light was just beginning to fall through the windows onto the intertwined occupants of the lone bed. Gleaming off a bare shoulder and blond curls haphazardly falling onto the pillow, it slowly continued on its journey across the starched cotton sheets. Illuminating the smaller figure spooned behind the first, it danced over sleek mahogany locks and a strong arm, still wrapped firmly in place.
Blinking drowsily against the sun brightening in her face, Simone gradually surfaced to the waking world.
(Fell asleep in one of the open rooms again Bradley? Haven't done that in awhile. God, I actually feel…good. How long has it been since I've slept that well? Drug free even? Hah, years most likely)
As she continued to wake, her brows knit in confusion as she noticed the wide abrasions wrapped around her wrists.
(I did Memo? What the hell)
Checking herself for further injuries, her face began to burn as she realized she was half naked.
And apparently, also lost my shirt along the way. No hangover, doesn't look like I even left work. So I used my emergency 'supplies'? What the fuck? What DID I do last night? Ok, think Bradley… I was reviewing my surgical notes for McNeil on Tuesday, had that nasty teleconference with Gibson and Admin., how a prick like that got this far I'll never know, went to go visit Belle…
"What the hell kind of hospital is this?"
Simone jerked fully awake as the previous nights memories suddenly flooded over her.
(Belle)
Now very aware of the warm body snuggled against her, Simone rolled within the embrace holding her until she was face to face with Annabelle. As her eyes traced the features mere inches from her own, the arm around her back tightened at her movement, bringing her closer. Barely daring to breathe, Simone froze until she saw Annabelle relax further into sleep. As warm breath sighed against her lips Simone leaned closer still, and began to close her eyes
(God, I could just, she's so close you know you want to sleepy warm just for a minute oh Annabelle, you could be my Belle…)
With a shaking hand, Simone lightly brought a dark lock of hair to her face, brushing it across her lips and smearing the tears across her cheeks.
(No)
A shivering Simone pulled away, retreating quickly as far as the embrace would allow. Covering her face with battered hands, she tried to keep her weeping quiet so as not to wake Annabelle.
(Completely fucking disgusting Bradley, why don't you just jump on her, tell her its part of her "treatment"? Show her what Dr. /Patient privilege is all about, the-rapist for a thousand Alex! Pitiful)
Finally opening her eyes again, Simone caught a glimpse of the time.
(I've been sleeping here for 6 hours?...She could wake up any minute!)
With a wince, she unwrapped herself from the embrace and slid out of bed. Scanning the sheets for the shirt, she froze again as Annabelle stretched out across the bed before falling deeper into sleep with a sweet smile. Trying her best to ignore the vision before her, Simone finally spotted a flash of white, tucked neatly under Annabelle's slumbering form.
(Fuck it, I'll get it later. This won't be the first time a resident has seen a half-naked doctor running though the halls)
Glancing at Annabelle's slumbering form one last time, Simone fled from the room.
2012
I love the sun. Absolutely, completely, LOVE it. Nothing is as perfect. Ok, well almost nothing
Annabelle shaded her eyes, grinning while she watched from her poolside chair as the white bikini clad figure stroked her way through the water. As she pulled her tanned, dripping form from the pool and padded to the diving board, the blond woman caught her admiring stare and wolf whistle. Blushing a sweet smile, she blew Annabelle a kiss, before
(Wow. Smokin' hot. Cat, eat your evil little heart out)
executing a perfect dive, barely causing a splash.
(A perfect day for this, not a cloud in the sky. I can't believe she's mine, all mine. After so much, all the bullshit we've been though, it's just us, finally! My…my…where is she? She should have come up by now)
Hopping uncomfortably on the hot deck, a worried Annabelle dropped her sunglasses on the deck chair before mincing over to the edge of the pool. As she bent to shade her eyes from the reflected glare, she gave a sudden shriek as a body flew out of the water, grabbed her by the shoulders, and dragged her into the pool.
(!)
Startled breathless by the cold water, she felt herself supported as arms wrapped themselves around her, kicking them both to the surface.
"You are totally dead!" Annabelle sputtered as she blinked the chlorinated water from her eyes. Trying to turn around, she felt the arms tighten around her, holding her in place as they gently floated.
"Am I now?" came the amused response from behind her. "You looked a bit…overheated. Just trying to help is all, wouldn't want you to get sunstroke Belle." With that, nibbling lips began to trace their way down her neck while underwater hands pulled her hips hard against the body behind her.
"You're so evil baby" Annabelle moaned as she felt a hand slip into her bikini top and slowly tweak a nipple. She arched forward as it was rolled between two strong fingers, relishing the contact. Needing more, she pressed her hips back harder, desperately conveying her rising need. Smiling as she was rewarded with a stroking hand that rapidly made its way over her fluttering belly and into her bikini bottoms, she groaned as the ministrations abruptly stopped.
"Well then, I certainly wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I guess I'll go start dinner…"
"Don't you dare" she whispered fiercely, immediately reaching both hands behind her and grabbing hold of a muscular ass, preventing her partner from shifting away. As Annabelle dropped her head on the shoulder behind her, she closed her eyes from the glare of the sun.
"Well then" a seductive voice murmured, "tell me what you want".
"Do you want me here", she asked, tormenting Annabelle's nipples further,
"Or here," she said, caressing a throbbing center, making Annabelle gasp,
"Or perhaps, here" she whispered as fingers traced over Annabelle's ass, eliciting a groan.
"Tell me".
Annabelle turned her head and grazed her teeth over soft skin before she whispered into the still afternoon air, "I don't want you to fuck me." Feeling the body behind her stiffen and start to move away, she continued, "I want you to love me, as long and hard as you can. Please. I need you in me, so, so deep and strong that I'll still feel your touch in my dreams. Feel you curl in me, take all of me and keep me to you. Take me baby, every piece of me, please, do it now, I need you…" Trailing into silence, all she heard was the soft muttering of the water against tile.
(Did I push too fast? I thought…)
"I love you"
With those words, Annabelle was suddenly filled as 3 fingers plunged deep into her, filling her to the brim. Breathless at the immediate pleasure,
(OH YES)
she arched herself into the body behind her, her hands desperately seeking purchase on the slick skin. Annabelle was aware of movement right before her wrists were caught in a strong hand and held behind her back. The skimpy black bikini was ripped off her body and left to float away. Confident fingers continued to stroke her to a fever pitch, and Annabelle's moans echoed over the water. Frantic lips turned to her lover and were immediately captured in a scorching kiss. Annabelle swallowed a groan as her lips were abandoned only to feel a trail of nipping kisses fall across her shoulders.
"Grab hold Belle" a husky voice whispered in her ear as her wrists were released. Opening her eyes, she dazedly grabbed the pool ledge with her hands before surprising her lover, moving her ass in a teasing roll, sliding hard against the front of the body pressed against her.
She had time to hear a growl behind her before an arm wrapped itself around her hip and over her belly, holding her close before hungry fingers slammed into her, again and again.
(yes yes yes, close, please, love you, need you)
As Annabelle felt herself begin to tighten, a hand wound itself forcefully in her long hair, pulling her away from the pool edge and bowing her neck back. Taking complete control, her lover continued to drive into her in an inexorable rhythm, her unsupported weight now letting her reach even deeper than before.
(coming, baby, please, please, now!)
Just as she was about to be washed away, her lover bit hard into her shoulder while thrusting as deeply as she was able. The strong wave turned into a tsunami at the combined sensations, and Annabelle lost all control to come screaming into the afternoon sun.
Drifting back sometime later, she was very faintly aware of her lover holding her cupped securely in her arms. Raising a lazy hand, Annabelle looked up from her lover's shoulder at the face she adored more than any other in this world. With a shaking finger, she traced the strong nose and jaw and whispered softly, "I love you too baby".
2016
Annabelle's eyes flew open into wakefulness, breath coming fast.
(Holy shit! Who, where?...)
Struggling to keep hold of the dream, Annabelle was aggravated as it quickly fragmented into threads of memory.
(Pool, hot tub, no, hot chick, no, not chick, Jesus she was definitely woman, blond, I think? Fuck! I can't even remember what she looked like, that voice though, I swear I've heard it before, some song maybe?)
As the last figments of the dream slipped away Annabelle heaved the pillow across the room and let out a sigh of complete frustration. Pulling strands of hair away from her sweaty face, she pulled it up into a loose knot before flopping back down onto the bed.
(Motherfucker, I hate that the best dreams always fade totally away. Dammit all. Nothing's that good, not that I've found. Yet.)
Now fully awake and grinning to herself, Annabelle studied the room around her.
(Nice carpet, table, chair, chair, another chair and the bed. Easy clean linoleum. Pastel strawberry is better than puke green I guess. Whatever. The sooner I'm up, the sooner I can get out of here)
Staring at the ceiling, Annabelle began to think.
(I don't remember an accident. The Harridan dropped me off; I was waiting for my newest 'escort'…so how did I get here? Where is here anyway? Simone said I was hurt, but I feel fine. A little stiff, but even that's getting better)
Frowning at that thought and stifling a yawn, Annabelle sat up and began to examine her body.
(Scar from Bobby Andrews pushing me off my bike in the 3rd grade, check. Scar from me climbing a fence to punch out the little bastard, check. Running from the cops in while wearing sandals, oy that was a bad scene, check)
Annabelle found no evidence of new injuries, and began to run a hand through her hair in frustration before stopping abruptly. Pressing lightly above her right ear, she traced the faint scar she felt raised there around the back of her head to above her other ear.
(I have a fucking Frankenstein scar all around my head? What, what…)
Now shaking badly, Annabelle was deaf to the sudden strident beeping of the monitors next to the bed. As her vision began to blur,
(where is she)
she pushed at the bracelet on her wrist, fingers slipping off the tri-colored tab, "Simone, Simone, are you there? Simone…"