Convalescence

Doctor Cain

"Oh, Dr. Cain, I'm afraid I just don't feel well."

Dean's eyes narrow, rightfully suspicious of his girlfriend's illness. A mere hour ago, on the phone, she'd been in perfect health, but after he stepped in the house, she was just so, so sick, complete with a fever-flushed face and glassy eyes.

"Well," he looks down at the laboratory coat he'd been permitted to wear home, simply because it was a one-time use prop and in all likelihood, he'd be allowed to keep it. Also, when he'd asked if he could, the wardrobe lady seemed to know why and shooed him away with a shake of her head. He looks back up at her with a certain mischief in his dark eyes. "Let's get you in an exam room. I think I might be able to help."

He makes sure to lock the door before guiding her into their bedroom, where she takes a seat on the bed. "Now, Miss Hatcher, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well, I'm afraid I just don't know how to describe it." Teri purrs, looking up at him through fluttering eyelashes. "I just ache."

Dean nearly whimpers at that.

"Well," he offers her his hand to help her up. "Stand up and let me examine you."

She slips her hand into his and lets him help her up. Once she's standing in front of him, he begins his examination. He tucks his hands into the hair above her ears and pretends to look closely at her face. "Oh, well," he leans down a little closer, mouth barely brushing hers. "I can see why you might ache here. A lady needs to be kissed thoroughly."

Teri does whimper as his mouth settles against hers. But, it doesn't last nearly as long as she would prefer. She finds herself without his touch in seconds only to have his hand tucked into the hair on the back of her head and with a sharp tug that elicits a soft gasp, her head is tilted back, exposing her throat to him.

He traces her jugular with the rough tip of one finger, mouth setting into a faint smirk when her breath catches. It isn't what he's after, though. He wants to hear her, so he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh and gets what he wants.

A deep moan.

"That's more like it, baby." he forgets his role for a second but he settles back into it with ease. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your dress and bra. I need to examine your breasts."

"Could you take them off, doctor? I'm afraid I don't have the energy." Teri feigns weakness; though, she doesn't have to do much acting. She's not sure how much longer she can remain upright if Dean's ministrations continue.

Dean bites his lip, barely able to contain his grin as he tugs her dress up over her head and lets the soft fabric flutter to the floor at her feet. The clasp of her bra is easily undone, and he drops it on top of her dress. Teri makes a soft little noise of approval when he gently cups her breasts, resting the weight of them comfortably in his palm, seeming to sigh in relief at the warm touch.

"That feels nice." she finally breathes, letting her heavy eyes close. His hand shifts, dropping to her waist, while the other moves to allow his thumb to circle her nipple. Once. Twice. Each time, he takes a moment to revel in the noises it draws from her. The soft little sighs and moans. "Oh, that helps."

Each swipe over her nipple draws it up, until it rolls beneath his thumb, hard and tight. When each breast is lavished with as much attention as he can manage while still standing, he nods over her shoulder toward the bed. "Why don't you lay down and let me get a closer look?"

Teri nods, barely able to breathe for the feel of his hands on her. She'd never known someone could wind her up so much, turn her on to the point of feeling out of breath, but here she is, settling onto the bed with so much wet arousal between her legs, and feeling like he's pulled all the air out of her lungs.