Our sexy secret {Holby city}

TwentyFour💖

Aimee was broken at the fact Fletch had cancer. She felt like she was losing him. And she didn't want that. She didn't want to lose the man she was utterly in love with.

It hadn't been easy at all. But she knew that somehow things needed to change. She needed to put aside how she was feeling and be there for Fletch. He was the important one at the moment. And that's all she cared about.

Their relationship had been getting better. But Aimee was constantly checking on him and making sure he was okay.

She had been with him at every appointment he had. And she wasn't letting him do it on his own. She was there every step of the way.

Fletch watched as Aimee got down on her knees. She pulled his trousers down. He made a light whimper, biting his lower lip as he watched her place him in her mouth.

Looking up at him, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. He reached his hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair.

Aimee released him, licking around his length and then took him back into her mouth, bobbing even deeper. Simon tightened his grip on her hair but left her in control.

"Beautiful." He groaned when she took part of him down her throat and held him there for as long as she could before pulling off to gasp for air.

She repeated the maneuver three more times, holding him longer with each pass.

Fletch's hips bucked and the grip on her hair tightened, stopping her from continuing longer.

He gently pulled to get her to her feet, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he walked her towards her bed, and spun her so her back pressed against his chest.

Holding her firmly in place with his left arm, he reached his right hand under the skirt of her dress and into her underwear, kissing her neck when she softly moaned.

Aimee's arms lifted, reaching to hold onto the back of his head as she twisted to kiss him.

He used his ministrations to gauge her readiness, all while inching her closer to the bed.

Once he was satisfied he pushed her to all fours and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. "Don't move."

Her heart raced as she waited, glancing over her shoulder when she heard him fumbling with a box. "Babe. Thank god you remembered that," she said.

Fletch lifted her shirt pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.

"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.

"You okay?" The question had sounded sincere, but he hadn't slowed down.

"Yeah... uh huh." The breathy words were more moaned that spoken drawing a smirk from the man plowing into her.

Fletch's pace had leveled out compared to his abrupt entry. He appeared content with the position, something Anna wouldn't complain about since she was a fan herself.

His fingers slid to the front of her dress, slowly unfastening the buttons.

His arm slipped around her waist, continuing to thrust as he pulled her so that her back pressed against his chest allowing him to tug the dress free from her arms and toss it to the floor.

Aimee dropped to the bed again, groaning into her pillow when she felt her bra loosen around her ribcage.

She wiggled it off, shoving the garment in the general direction of the floor.

More of his body weight pressed against her, an adjustment that only made each thrust feel more intense, as hands slid up her torso.

She whimpered when her nipples were tweaked, bucking her hips against him.

He pinched slightly harder and she groaned, grumbling incoherently into the pillow. Warren's hand gripped her hair, tugging to elevate her head. "What was that?"

"Do it again Fletcher."

He chuckled, dropping his hold on her hair as his hands returned to her nipples. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, using the bouncing of her hips as a blueprint. When he began circling the puckered peaks, much like he would a clit,

Her body stilled and her chest lifted for better access. Her moaning increasing in volume until he felt her tighten around him.

Fletch lessened the touch as he coaxed her down, giving into his own release when she was close to collapsing on the bed.

Aimee moaned as Fletch pulled out of her. He looked to her and smiled. "So. How was that?" He asked.

"Could have been better."

"You cheeky cow."

Aimee smiled and sighed. "I'm just hoping that we can make things work. And I'm here with you every step of the way," she told him.

"I know. I love you."

"Love you too."

***
Aimee walked into the hospital. She saw Madison who smiled. "Hey. How's things with Fletch?" She asked.

Aimee nodded and sighed. "I'm worried about things. He has cancer doesn't he. And I'm scared that he's going to die. I can't cope without him," she mumbled.

Madison smiled and pulled her into an hug. "He's gonna be okay. I promise. I know it's hard at the moment. But I'm certainly sure that it's all gonna be okay," she told her.

"You really think?"

"I do. It's all gonna be okay. The odds are stacked against you. But the survival rate is good. I've looked into it. So trust me when I say it's all gonna be okay," Madison said.

Aimee smiled slightly. "How are things with you and Iain?" She asked as she took a sip of water.

"Well they're okay. Better than what they were," Madison said.

***
Aimee smiled as she saw Fletch. She looked to him and kissed him. "I don't know what the future holds for us. But I do know that it's all going to be okay. You and me forever," she said.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

But would things really be okay for them both?