The Cure ~eruri~

Chapter 6

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Both Levi and Smith had to wait a few days for their next session because of their jobs. Levi had to interview and potentially hire and train the applicant he'd found, and Smith...well, there was no telling what Smith did for a living. All he would say was that he was responsible for many clients, but Levi could have easily said the same for his own line of work. The more he thought about it, it began to irritate Levi that he knew so little about the other man. Levi had never been in a roleplay long-term before, and he was beginning to feel the intimacy of what they were doing in a way that screwed with his head. Not to mention all the face-to-face, out of roleplay conversations and flirting they had shared. Smith had been right; their chemistry was downright magnetic whether they were acting or not. It gave Levi strange feelings he had not expected going into this arrangement.

Drowning himself in his work helped Levi forget about Smith somewhat over the next four days. But he still had to fight to keep his thoughts from straying back to him. When he interviewed the young applicant, he saw her blonde hair, and thought of Smith. When he cracked his back after sitting too long, he thought of Smith's comment about being stiff from stress all day. When he wanted to go for a run with Valkyrie, he decided to take a hot bath instead, because Smith had recommended occasional rest over exercise. It seemed that no matter what he did, anything could remind him of Smith. Levi was nearly crawling out of his skin with anticipation for their next meeting.

When the night finally arrived, Levi opened the door to the hospital room at the club, and was stopped dead in his tracks. Medical restraints had been attached to the bedframe; four sets of adjustable cuffs for the wrists and ankles. Levi swallowed. He'd seen these on medical and medical-themed television shows before, but never in person. Quickly, he changed into the familiar gown, his heart thumping with his excitement as he settled in to wait. Blue-grey eyes snapped up when the door opened and Smith came in. He hadn't bothered with his mask today, so this time Levi could see all of his face when he turned that white smile upon him. He couldn't help but study that scar, now that it was no longer hidden. It really was so deep, and so eye-catching with its' vivid red branches...

"Good evening, doctor."

"Robert." Smith took Levi's hand, fingers nearly caressing this time as they pulled away. Smith sat in his chair and produced Levi's chart from beneath his arm. "How are you doing?"

Levi made a small nervous gesture with his hand.

"Oh, you know. Busy. Stressed. Loving it." Smith grinned in response, and Levi was intrigued watching the dimples in his cheeks appear and disappear with his facial expressions.

"At least you're not stressed to the point of quitting."

"I'm not a quitter."

"I have that sense from you."

"What about you, Dr. Smith? How have you been?" Levi asked, realizing for the first time that he'd never done so before.

"I've been wonderful. My clients have kept me busy, but I greatly enjoy my work. I have no complaints." He paused then, seeming to remember something. "I hate to do this so suddenly, forgive me, but...Hoover Dam."

Levi blinked, completely confused.

"Why did you..?"

"I'm sorry," Smith said a little guiltily, "I hope I don't take you out of the scene too badly, but I need to tell you something before we get started. Talking about my job reminded me."