Finally making her dream come true of becoming a doctor and making her mother proud Francesca begins to believe her life is complete. After what she had been through with her father and seen how her mother was treated by him she never cared for love...
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King's point of view.
"I was drunk then and I remembered your gift. So I stayed up for three days, never left my room, and built Vanni's memorial. But the hospital itself is so beautiful, I can't wait to show you." Francesca couldn't stop smiling as she traced her lips in my passenger seat. Her seat. I couldn't wait to see her creation either. I wanted to see what kept her going, her second home. I wanted to know and see everything, through her eyes. Once we got to the hospital and walked through those doors, it was like walking to her personal kingdom. The details on every corner, the untraditional scrub colors and the doctors coats were black instead of white.
"Three nights of no sleep, how do you think I did?" She asked as we walked around. "I think you are a genius and no one could ever think of something so unique like this, doc." She smiled and hugged me. Before I could even hug her back she pulled away and turned around in excitement. "I have to show you the operating rooms." She looked on a board that seemed to have all the surgeries and pointed to an empty slot. She took my hand and jogged down four halls to an empty O.R.
When she opened the room everything was so clean, our attention was caught by the janitor who was mopping the floors. "Be careful, Dr. Romano." He said walking out. "Thank you Steve." She shut the door and turned around with her arms in the air and a smile from ear to ear, her cheeks rosy and her eyes glossy. "I mean it's everything I could've asked for." I put my hands in the pocket of my hoodie as she walked around telling me what every instrument was used for and how it all works. If she was one of my teachers, I'd never leave her class room. The last thing she showed was the bed and instead of the white sheet it was black as well.
"You know as a kid I was always sick, or spraining some bone but, never have I been put on an O.R. table." My eyebrows dipped as I looked at the bed to her. "You've owned hospitals now and never been the one on the table. That's crazy dumb luck." I said truthfully as she walked around the bed. "After Jensen operated because of the arrow, never." The room went silent as she looked at me and waited for an answer. "What if the next time you get on one, it wasn't for a bad reason?" She tilted her head in confusion as she ran her hand up the bed. I locked the door, turned off the lights and closed the blinds. "No." She whispered in realization with wide eyes.
"Are you saying no to me Dr. Romano?" I pulled off my hoodie and dropped it to the ground along with my black beater. I pulled my jeans down just enough as her eyes traveled my body. "Never." She took off her coat and lifted the mini dress she was wearing. Some things just never change. A smirk grew on my lips as I laid down on the table and she got on top of me. "We have an hour before I go see Reid." I said placing my hands on her thighs. "What do we do when someone comes knocking?" She asked, still nervous. "I don't know but you're going to ride me and I won't let you stop until my cum is inside you."
Every nerve inside that pretty little body of her's calmed as she looked into my eyes. She loved my eyes. She found home there, and I'm not sure why or how. That wasn't the point to me at the moment. The point was how she pulled down my pants and boxers, licked her hand, reached behind her and slid my dick into her slick pussy and not once did she look away. Oh baby, was my girl perfect. My dick hardened inside her as she slowly moved up and down on me. Her hand on my chest as she slightly leaned down, her left hand grabbed my jaw and lowered my face to watch my dick slide in and out of her. We watched at how wet she was for me and how beautiful we looked fucking eachother, carelessly.
