Emergency Medical Dad

LXXI: late november, present

hi mom, u know the lil dealio, skip to LXXII :)

also the rest of you i crammed a very sturdy 4 chapters into this one chapter so it's a TERRIFYING 14k words. like it's LONG. I am so sorry. 

JORGEN

I was expecting her to be more timid after we agreed to go further with this, that's at least what I remember of her, but she's not, she keeps her hands up and over my shoulders, her kissing just about as exhaustingly thorough as it was beforehand, making absolutely certain that she's doing it perfectly.

And then, I suppose, there's me. I'm the nervous one, confused as to where to go with this next despite the volume of sex I've had in my life in a hundred different ways. It's almost embarrassing that I can't remember what I'm doing now, the only time I think it's mattered since the last time I was with her.

She tugs at my shirt after another second or two and oh there's something to do, that's something to do.

I pull away from her, obsessed with the dazed look in her eyes and the red on her mouth. Her hands meet mine at the hem of my shirt and help me to pull, setting it on the counter next to her. She's caught, no longer making eye contact, instead blushing and letting her eyes flicker over my chest. It's, honestly, despite the situation, a rather innocent moment of rediscovery. She lets her fingers touch over my collarbones, a line or two tattooed into my skin, then a hesitant look, eyes flicking back up to mine for reassurance.

I can't help but nod, watching, and she touches the raised skin around the scar above my hip, gently, ever so gently, finger brushing the edge of the firework shape, processing it, then moving away, across my stomach, to my other side, up the gap of skin between hip and rib, making me shiver.

"Is this new?" She asks, touching the markings around my stomach, looking up at me. "Since high school."

I swallow, "um, yeah, those were some of the last."

"I noticed them at the lake house but I didn't... I didn't really want to point out that I'd been staring at you."

I blush, fully, processing that, "you were staring at me?"

"I'd just realized I was into you again," her eyes meet mine. "And you look like this, all the time, everywhere, so yes, I was staring."

"I'm flattered."

She leans up and kisses me again, hand still splayed to her fingertips on my stomach, the other one supporting herself on the counter. The kiss ends with a little embarrassing pop and it makes her laugh.

"Any others that I wouldn't have seen?"

I try to think about it, it was all so blurred together I can't really sort out instances, "maybe a few on my legs, but not any more that I can think of that you can see right here."

She nods, brushing her nose up against mine and kissing me again, soft and gentle.

Fuck, my legs.

"Do you want my leg on or off for this?" I ask, dazed and embarrassed.

"Is..." she frowns. "What? Oh, oh."

"Yeah," I mumble. "On is like, more active, um, but off is less clunky for me and if, I'd just have to, it's a lot to get used to if you."

"You're flustered," she observes.

"Very."

"I don't think I've ever seen you flustered," her hands idle at my hips, warm fingers on my skin. "I didn't think you were capable."