Take the Shot

Three

   "Jo," Henry whispered. He dropped his recently-packed overnight bag by the door, then slipped into bed beside her. "I've brought breakfast," he smiled; shaking her lightly. She groaned, and he chuckled softly; setting her McDonald's bag down on the table to her left. He wouldn't normally have woken her-she needs rest in order to heal-but she has been sleeping 14 hours now. "Come on, now. I know you must be famished."
When she continued not to comply, he gripped her hips, and gently nuzzled her neck with his nose; brushing his soft lips against her chin as he tugged her closer. "Mm, little higher," she mumbled; his laugh setting her heart a-flutter. "Right here??" He teased; kissing her forehead. "Too high," she answered.  He gave her a peck on her left cheek. Then her right. "Right.. Here?" He asked. "Getting warmer," she giggled. He gently pinned her onto her back, then mounted her quickly; her eyes fluttering open as he cupped her face, and pressed his lips to hers.
She smiled warmly, and threw her arms around him; pulling him close, and listening to their lips smack, to the bed creak, to his breathy whispers of admiration..
When he pulled away, her heart sank. She hadn't wanted him to stop.
"Now that I have your attention.. How about some of that breakfast I promised you?" He smiled; cupping her chin, and planting one last kiss in the center of her forehead. She bowed her head, and nodded slightly; her cheeks reddening. Leaning past her; he fetched the bag, then scooted so that that he was seated Indian-style across from her. "I know perhaps it's not the healthiest choice, but one can only stomach so much hospital cuisine," He added; handing her a biscuit.
"Yeah, really. Thank you," she replied. She began to unwrap her breakfast treat, and he handed her two packages of honey and butter.
"You're quite welcome."
He picked up his biscuit, and watched her eat in silence for some minutes: the dorkiest of  smiles on his face.
"What?? Would you stop that please?" She blushed.
"Stop what?" He frowned.
"Stop.. staring at me like that," she murmured.
"My apologies for looking at a beautiful woman as if she's a beautiful woman?" he chuckled.
"Beautiful? With my dirty hair and blood-stained hospital gown?" She scoffed. Though, her voice didn't have its usual sarcastic edge-he noticed.
Baring a charmed grin: he leaned in to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
"At this point, I'm convinced you can pull anything off."
She pursed her lips, and diverted her gaze away from him: still trying to disguise any vulnerability.
"I don't think I've ever seen you in such a good mood. You haven't even swallowed your pills yet," He grinned. "Perhaps I should wake you up with kisses every morning, hmm?" He reached out to grasp her hand, and she quickly interlaced her fingers with his.
"I'm sorry, who are you, and what did you do with my autopsist?" She joked.
"There she is," he announced. Her sarcasm had returned. Even if it was just for a moment.
"No, really," she continued.
"Well, as I said, I no longer wish to hide my feelings. I almost lost you, and..I simply feel very fortunate that you're still here with me," he supposed.
Her heart swelled, then ached, then swelled again as he spoke. Spending the morning with him seemed to almost make the throbbing pain in her breast and shoulder bearable.
   Bearing a girlish grin: she crumpled up her biscuit wrapper, and began to slowly lean in.
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. So it looks like you're stuck with me(at least for now), Henry Morgan," she whispered.
~And he couldn't be happier~
He gripped her by her collar, and pulled her closer as she brushed her lips against his.