Chapter 3 - My Mind Let Loose

"I think I'm in quite the need of a, thorough, examination, Doctor," Shelagh said with a coy smile, looking up at him through her lashes as they entered their bedroom, "this really is quite the fever."

"You have my undivided attention, Nurse," he said, picking her up and carrying her toward the bed. He loved the way her hands always caressed his muscles whenever he carried her, the way her chest pressed harder against him as her breathing deepened with desire. Laying her on the bed, he sat down beside her before leaning down to kiss her gently. Slowly unbuttoning her uniform, Patrick's fingers slid lightly down her sternum, slipping briefly beneath the blue fabric to circle around each breast before trailing down her stomach. When he reached the tiny bump beginning to form there, he paused, pressing his palm against it, his large hand covering it completely. He bent down and whispered, "it seems you're causing quite the stir in your mother," he kissed her stomach and glanced at Shelagh with a grin, "thank you, little one."

Shelagh let out a small giggle, more breath than sound, and hooked her hands under his arms to draw him close to her face once more. "It seems you may need a lesson in what it means to give undivided attention, Doctor," she spoke with a feigned formal tone and kissed him deeply, her fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"My apologies, it won't happen again," a glint of mischief in his eyes as his smile widened. He hopped off the bed and headed for the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Shelagh asked, sitting up on her elbows, her brow creased in confusion.

Patrick poked his head back into the room, "if I'm going to carry out an examination, I need my instruments!"

Oh how I love that man, she thought despite regretting the temporary loss of his presence, he never ceases to surprise me. She heard him downstairs fumbling with his bag and quickly decided that if he was going to play doctor, she needed to be good patient. She hurriedly shed her uniform and undergarments, slipping beneath the sheets just as Patrick re-entered the room, stethoscope in hand.

"Now let's see what we can do to bring down this fever of yours, Nurse Turner," he said huskily, eyeing her uniform draped over her nearby chair, his pulse quickening and length twitching knowing the sight that awaited under the covers of their bed.

Despite the fact that he hadn't been out of the room for more than a few moments, the need in his voice sent a fresh surge of desire coursing through her. "Please, Doctor," she whispered breathily, "I think it's getting worse."

Patrick sat himself beside her on the bed, slowly drinking in the sight of her as he slid the sheet down. One thing he knew for certain: no matter how long they were married, he would never tire of looking at her and finding her to be the most beautiful creature to walk the earth. Placing the stethoscope in his ears, he began to listen to her heart. He grinned with satisfaction at its rapid pace, noting her unsteady breathing and the way her body shivered with arousal. "Yes," he said, "I do believe it is getting worse. Lucky for you, I think I have just the prescription. I just need to do a bit more examining."

Rubbing her legs together, Shelagh couldn't help but move a little under his gaze, needing even a small ounce of friction to satisfy the desire he was stoking within her. She was torn between wanting that desire fulfilled and wanting to see where he would take this little dance they had begun. Watching his eyes flick across her body once more, a fresh wave of longing shot through her, how I love the way he looks at me. "Oh I do love you, Doctor Turner."

Patrick smiled, moving the stethoscope across her chest as if listening there, though truth be told, he no longer heard its sounds. The cold metal caused goosepimples to raise across the flesh of her chest, reminding him of an earlier examination. The difference now, however, was that she was no longer clothed in her habit and forbidden, but was in fact not clothed at all and pregnant with his child. Oh how much had changed, how much better she had made his and Timothy's lives.

Almost as if she could read his thoughts, Shelagh gave him a tender smile, a solitary tear threatening to spill from her eye, thinking of all that might have been if she hadn't been brave enough to follow a different path. And somehow, without lessening her need or desire, the pace shifted from frantic passion to a slow tenderness. It always amazed her how many different ways their intimacies could go - burning need pressed up against the wall, quick passion sated upon his desk at the surgery, lazy explorations on a Sunday morning, and times like these, where the physical want seemed to reach down to the depths of her soul, crying out for him to fit into her like the missing piece of a puzzle within her heart. And every time beautiful and wonderful. All of these thoughts swirled about in her mind as Patrick began to kiss her gently behind the trail of his stethoscope.

He explored her body with soft kisses, soon forgetting the pretence of examination as he showered her breasts with affection, only broken from his worshipful reverie when the stethoscope fell forgotten to the floor with a clang. Shelagh took the opportunity to begin gently loosening his tie, only then realizing he was still fully clothed, his attention having been focused totally upon her. He stood, undressing silently, but without breaking their eye contact, speaking without words.

It wasn't until after he had lowered himself down and pressed into her that the silence was broken by the cry of his name from her lips. The pace quickened again, heat rising within him at the sounds of her moaning and the feel of her nails dragging down his back. Patrick kissed her deeply, pressing her into the mattress and flattening her breasts against him as they rocked in sync with one another until his name was upon her lips once more.

When he finally rolled to his side, their breathing calming and heartbeats slowing to a normal pace, Shelagh turned to face him with a cheeky grin, "I quite like doctor's visits."