Hey, sorry it's been a while... Had to animalsit for my grandma, and there's no internet there...
I just want to thank you all so much for the comments so far! Thank you!
Hope you enjoy!
They sat up against the headboard of his bed, a movie was playing on the TV hanging on the wall. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder, his hand resting dangerously close to her left breast.
Her hand felt good against his abdomen, a soft pressure that seemed to ground him and calm him.
"How does the leg feel?" Sara asked and nodded towards the cast-clad leg.
"Honestly?"
She nodded and looked him in the eyes.
He shrugged and his face fell into a thoughtful semi-frown. He wasn't accustomed to opening up to anyone, about anything…
"It hurts… It's been almost three weeks, and it still hurts…" a subtle hint of despair showed in his eyes. "And as an added bonus my shoulders and neck gets sore as hell because of the crutches…"
She nodded and her hand travelled up his body.
"Would a shoulder rub help?"
"You don't have to…"
"What if I want to…?"
Leonard couldn't help but smile, and he couldn't help but think about how cute Sara looked next to him. Okay, calling an assassin cute might be the last thing you do, but she was…
"I'd really appreciate that…"
"Scoot down then…"
He bit his lower lip and raised his brow at her. He really didn't want to move more than necessary for the time being. And the way they were sitting was already so perfect…
"Can we wait until the movie's over?"
"Sure, whatever you want…" she answered as her hand went up and her fingers interlocked with his.
LOTLOT
When the movie ended, he scooted down to allow Sara to slip in behind him. His leg was throbbing and his shoulders were tense and sore.
He let out a moan as Sara's hands started pressing and rubbing his shoulders. What she did to his shoulders, it hurt so good!
She pressed her lips against the top of his head. He smelled good… (Only way it could have been better was if he'd spent a few hours with a chainsaw. Freshly cut trees and fuel was a mix she loved.)
"Thanks…" he whispered, also almost a moan.
"My pleasure…"
She felt his muscles ease up little by little beneath her touch.
"I can't wait for my leg to heal up well enough to have a little fun."
"Fun?"
"You know… Touching, feeling, pressing, pulling… Grinding... Your body close against mine. My hands tracing every inch of your body… That kinda fun…"
"That sounds fun…"
"You bet…"
"I can't wait for your leg to heal up either…"
He lifted himself a bit further down the bed and twisted around to get a hold of Sara's arm. Then he pulled her down, parallel to himself.
She twisted around until she laid the same way as him. Her hand automatically came up to rest against his chest, and his arm wrapped around her shoulder, his hand rested against the small of his back.
She let her hand wander, brush up and down his abdomen. He began moving his hips in time with the strokes. Her hand found the rim of his jeans. She put two fingers inside and tugged at the fabric as if to ask a silent question. He answered by tugging her shirt upwards.
She unbuttoned the top button of his pants. He got a better grip around a handful of her grey shirt and pulled the shirt until it was over her head.
She unbuttoned another button, and he thrusted his hips forward. Not enough to be attacked by pain.
"Should we try?" the lust was evident in his voice.
"You're the one who's hurt… I think you should decide…"
"I wanna try, believe me… I wanna try…"
"Okay…"
She unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and tugged the fabric below Len's ass. Then she carefully pulled the denims off his legs completely.
His hands found the button of her jeans and unbuttoned it. He slid one hand inside her jeans and made that side roll down over her hip.
"Want me to take them off?" she asked.
"No… I'm just waiting for them to disintegrate…" he answered her with a wink.
She pulled off her skintight jeans and straddled him.
"Easy…" he reminded her in a cool tone.
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