***A/N smut and stuff***
"Oh, my poor baby I can't believe she hit you with a bread basket-" Stevie's having way too much fun at my expense, not that I'm complaining she's been pampering me since the moment I showed up, but my harrowing dinner with Kristen has provided her with amusement and outrage for the last hour, and I'm enjoying myself just as much laying here in her bedroom with a pleasant buzz from the painkillers I got shot up with by EMS "Yeah, I've got four stiches...wanna see?" running her fingers through my hair Stevie gasps at the little train tracks of thread on the back of my head. She makes a pitiful noise low in her throat kissing my lips gently "Mmmmm, she threw gravy on me too but I changed"
"Hussy, you want me to get your pajamas honey?" I nod lifting my head out of her lap so she can grab my clothes from my designated drawer in her dresser. She doesn't have one in my house just yet, but as soon as I can pack up Kristen's shit I'll get her one. When she returns she hands over a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a t-shirt for me to wear. With steady hands she undresses me gently batting away my playful touches and less playful ones. I don't know if it's the drugs or being free from my nuptials but I'm downright giddy.
"Lift up" wiggling my eyebrows I let Stevie pull my jeans over my hips, I'm not wearing underwear because-well I forgot. But she takes notice raising an eyebrow at my more than apparent interest, "The last time I let you undress me I'd lost my voice from bronchitis and forty-eight back to back shows, plus I had the flu...you're a sexy little nurse you know" she rolls her eyes but chuckles helping me pull up my pajama bottoms "Well right now I'm worried about you nearly being bashed to death with serving pans, we can revisit your recall of my tender loving care in the morning-after we go to the doctor" it's my turn to make a pitiful noise. I hate the doctor, and normally I'm healthy as an ox so I don't need to go. It doesn't help that each time I've seen a doctor in the last nine years they've all told me "Well you're getting up there in age Mr. Buckingham" No shit.
"No arguing you could have a concussion, now that we have Denny we need to be more mindful of our health" she has a point, so I agree reluctantly. As a concession to my mood she lets me cuddle her, and I take full advantage coping more than one feel under the covers. She puts up token protests for about thirty seconds giggling each time my hands slip under her silk gown "I mean it Linds, no funny business till we see the doctor" nuzzling her neck I nibble at the tendon on her shoulder "I'm just glad to be here with you angel. Can't you tell?" to prove my point I press my hardening erection against her backside, she sucks in a breath and so do I.
"Just a quickie?" snorting with laughter she rolls onto her back looking up at me in the dark "I don't want a quickie with you Buckingham. You share a bed with me I want to be fully satisfied. You know this" I do, but quickies are fun too. Kissing her neck I inhale the soft scent of her perfume lilac, hasn't changed in years "What if I go down on you first?" pressing her breasts against my chest she shakes her head ghosting gentle fingers around my stiches "Nuh uh, tomorrow. Now go to sleep before I tie your hands behind your back" I can't help but giggle at that smiling when she joins my amusement "You do remember, naughty girl"
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"Grandpa can I see your stiches again?" just like every five-year-old boy, Denny finds cuts bruises and all manner of gory injuries fascinating. Dramatically I kneel down moving my hair out of the way so he can look at my cuts when I look back at him his eyes are wide and he makes the "cool" sign running down the hall of the Doctor's office then running back to jump in a chair between Stevie and me "What do you want for lunch little man?" kicking his feet in the air he looks over at Stevie giving her a big grin he lifts his hands in excitement "Pizza!" Stevie signs back "Of course".
