Wanting the romance (holby city)

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Lexi groaned as she looked to see the mess in the kitchen. She knew how it was hard having a newborn as well as four other kids. But she was somehow making it work.

She knew that it was hard. But she had Fletch. And he had done so much to help her out. She knew she couldn't have done it without him.

Fletch walked over to Lexi. He turned her to him, lifting her up by the back of her thighs when her arms wrapped around his neck and set her on the counter.

His lips found hers as she settled back on her elbows, traveling to her neck as his fingers bunched the scrap of material she'd donned as a shirt above her breast.

She felt his tongue tease her puckered peaks, lightly trailing over them enticing small hitches in her breathing.

His hand ventured lower, slowly circling her clit with each pass he made along her slit. His mouth engulfed her nipple, softly sucking as two fingers slid into her.

Lexi's hand instinctively nestled in his hair, watching both his mouth and fingers at work. The visual along with his ministrations had her breathing labored and her hips grinding against his hand long before his thumb pressed against her clit.

His eyes shifting to meet hers sent her over the edge, her moan stifled by his lips covering hers again.

Her hand tugged at his hair when his fingers curled inside her, coaxing everything he could from her climax before gently easing her back down.

Lexi's chest was still heaving when he pulled her to her feet, spinning her so she faced away from him.

"Bend over the counter."

Her lip twitched at the fact that he hadn't asked, merely maneuvered her where he'd wanted her. She knew the outfit would lead to sex, his domineering side was a pleasant little bonus.

His thighs tickled the back of hers as she rested her elbows on the granite surface.

A hand quickly pushed her so her chest was flat against the counter, the other moving to lift his shirt she was wearing high enough to grant him access.

Lexi moaned as he filled her, lifting her slightly with each thrust.

"Fuck, Adrian..." She grunted, her palms flat on the counter.

Fletch pressed his lips to the area of her neck where it met her shoulder as his hands gripping over her shoulder, pulling her back to him with each thrust.

"Jesus." Lexi panted. Her hands where white knuckling the edge of the counter as she gripped it to prevent her torso from sliding forward...

Her toes barely touched the ground as it was and his thrust only served to lift her higher.

He'd pull almost all of him out of her, then slam back inside, one hand pushing her ass down ensuring he bottomed out.

Her breath was staggered but she could still hear his grunts behind her.

"Fuck..." She groaned as her body jerked against his, giving into her release.

Fletch's arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he pulled her away from the counter, forcing her to brace herself with one arm around the back of his neck.

"Jesus. Fuck... Adrian... I can't..." She panted, her free hand digging into one of his arms.

"You can." He purred, failing to relent in the force with which he was shoving into her.

He was stronger than a first glance made him appear, though she knew this, and relaxed into his vigorous pace.

There wasn't any reason to tire herself more than necessary and he was right, she could keep going.

At this point, other than the slightly uncomfortable position and how sore she knew she'd feel the next day, he was doing all the work.

"I can stop if you need," he said. His hips continued to thrust, but his statement was prompted by how limp Lexi had become in his arms.

"Don't you fucking dare."

Fletch smirked at how strained her voice sounded, somehow managing to increase his pace.

"Fuck..." Lexi hissed when her body shuddered against him again. She would have doubled over if it hadn't been for his arms holding her in place.

Fletch thrust a few more times before succumbing to his own release, grunting against the back of her neck.

He gently leaned her over the counter again, chuckling when her body sag against it. "Lift up baby." Her hips rose slightly allowing him to slip out of her.

Lexi attempted to stand, but her legs shook with her weight, dropping her into his arms again.

"Are you ok?"

She chuckled, but let him support her. "Yeah, my legs are just a little wobbly."

"Here..." Fletch scooped her into his arms and carried her to the couch, settling in next to her once he'd pulled his trousers up. "Better?"

"At least until the soreness kicks in," Lexi mumbled over her shoulder at him and he chuckled. She groaned. "You can clean the kitchen for that."

"I can do that."

***

Lexi walked into work. She smiled as she saw Madison. She rolled her eyes. "You're supposed to be resting. You're due to pop out the baby next week."

Madison shrugged. "I'm bored. Sitting at home just makes me so bloody bored."

Lexi smiled. She loosened to her. "I was the same. Are you okay though?" She asked.

"Yeah. I'm as okay as I can be. I just can't wait to pop her out. Because my whole body aches. And I can't be bothered with this," Madison said.

"It'll be worth it when she's here," Lexi told her as she took her hand. She smiled. "You and Raf. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think so. Well I hope so," Madison said.

***

Lexi was sitting in the staff room. She heard screaming and frowned as she stood up and walked out. She saw people running. Fletch ran over to her. "What's going on?" She asked.

"There's a shooter. In the hospital..."