happy birthday, wiggyjen
I swear this was going to be a Robbie/Kim drabble, but I haven't played with Rachel yet and as soon as I mentioned her...well, I hope you like H&A het for your birthday! *g*
Last year Kim celebrated his birthday with his first legal beer, at the bar with his dad, and then embarked on a camping trip with Robbie and Tash. That...probably didn't turn out for the best, come to think of it, so maybe it's a good idea that he spends this birthday in the safety of a hospital bed.
Besides, it's not all bad - his dad and Irene brought him some surfboard wax and a cheque this morning, and Kim promised to not waste the money partying, and now Rachel has smuggled him in a bottle of his favourite orange juice because it's a running joke between them that the hospital gets its current juice from the catheters. She hands over the bottle, with a red ribbon tied around it, and winks. "Happy birthday, Kim," she says, and kisses him lightly on the forehead. Kim wonders if that's exactly normal in patient/therapist relationships, but she's been a good friend in the short time he's known her, and he smiles back.
"Juice," he says, holding up the bottle, and he wonders how long it's been since he's heard that easy smile in his voice.
"One hundred percent urine free. Cross my heart." She draws a cross across her chest with her fingers and Kim's eyes are drawn to them, follows their trail to the dip of her cleavage, and he can't help but smile at her freckled skin, wondering how far they pepper down her body.
He shakes his head, and focusses his attention on opening the bottle. Rachel chuckles and reaches over his bed to the drawers on the other side, and her breasts brush against his bare chest. He narrows his eyes at her slightly - she did that on purpose, he's sure. But she stands up straight again with two paper cups in her hand, and takes the bottle from him like nothing just happened. "Let's drink to your health, shall we?"
Kim takes a cup after they've been poured, and tries not to slosh the juice all over his sheets as they tap their cups together. "To a speedy recovery," Rachel says with a grin. "So you can get back to that surf you love so much."
Kim takes a sip. "You should come with me some time. I'll teach you."
"Not a fan of the ocean, sorry," she says, shaking her head so her curls bounce around her face. "All that murkiness and not knowing what's beneath you."
"That's the best part."
"Not for this girl. I like to know where I am and where I'm going at all times."
She finishes her drink and Kim watches her carefully. He doesn't ask the question out loud, but she returns his gaze and he knows she understands.
"You scare me, Kim Hyde," she says, and walks to the door. And as she leaves the room, Kim grins and thinks that's best answer he could ever have hoped for.
And, actually, I think I'm madly in love with Rachel now, so here's a very quick (unrelated) bonus drabble.
"I'm going to the gym," Kim says when the sunlight wakes him, because with the hospital and then this thing with Rachel, whatever it is, he's been out of routine and it's about time he started again. "Wanna come?"
Rachel rolls over lazily beside him, hair spilling across the pillow. "There are some things you should know about me," she says, pushing herself up on her hands to linger over him. "I don't work out." She kisses the corner of his mouth, dragging her lips down his face and neck and nipping at his shoulder. "I eat chocolate. A lot." She moves down further and takes a nipple into her mouth and for a brief but wonderful moment, worries it between her teeth, making Kim squirm. "And on numerous occasions," she says with a slow smile, trailing her mouth further down his skin, "I've been known to stay in bed all day."
Kim arches his back off the mattress as she tugs his pyjama pants down with her teeth, and laughs. "Okay," he says with a sharp gasp. "I guess I can go tomorrow."
And, hey, wiggyjen, how great is it to have your birthday on Pants Across Australia Day!
Last year Kim celebrated his birthday with his first legal beer, at the bar with his dad, and then embarked on a camping trip with Robbie and Tash. That...probably didn't turn out for the best, come to think of it, so maybe it's a good idea that he spends this birthday in the safety of a hospital bed.
Besides, it's not all bad - his dad and Irene brought him some surfboard wax and a cheque this morning, and Kim promised to not waste the money partying, and now Rachel has smuggled him in a bottle of his favourite orange juice because it's a running joke between them that the hospital gets its current juice from the catheters. She hands over the bottle, with a red ribbon tied around it, and winks. "Happy birthday, Kim," she says, and kisses him lightly on the forehead. Kim wonders if that's exactly normal in patient/therapist relationships, but she's been a good friend in the short time he's known her, and he smiles back.
"Juice," he says, holding up the bottle, and he wonders how long it's been since he's heard that easy smile in his voice.
"One hundred percent urine free. Cross my heart." She draws a cross across her chest with her fingers and Kim's eyes are drawn to them, follows their trail to the dip of her cleavage, and he can't help but smile at her freckled skin, wondering how far they pepper down her body.
He shakes his head, and focusses his attention on opening the bottle. Rachel chuckles and reaches over his bed to the drawers on the other side, and her breasts brush against his bare chest. He narrows his eyes at her slightly - she did that on purpose, he's sure. But she stands up straight again with two paper cups in her hand, and takes the bottle from him like nothing just happened. "Let's drink to your health, shall we?"
Kim takes a cup after they've been poured, and tries not to slosh the juice all over his sheets as they tap their cups together. "To a speedy recovery," Rachel says with a grin. "So you can get back to that surf you love so much."
Kim takes a sip. "You should come with me some time. I'll teach you."
"Not a fan of the ocean, sorry," she says, shaking her head so her curls bounce around her face. "All that murkiness and not knowing what's beneath you."
"That's the best part."
"Not for this girl. I like to know where I am and where I'm going at all times."
She finishes her drink and Kim watches her carefully. He doesn't ask the question out loud, but she returns his gaze and he knows she understands.
"You scare me, Kim Hyde," she says, and walks to the door. And as she leaves the room, Kim grins and thinks that's best answer he could ever have hoped for.
And, actually, I think I'm madly in love with Rachel now, so here's a very quick (unrelated) bonus drabble.
"I'm going to the gym," Kim says when the sunlight wakes him, because with the hospital and then this thing with Rachel, whatever it is, he's been out of routine and it's about time he started again. "Wanna come?"
Rachel rolls over lazily beside him, hair spilling across the pillow. "There are some things you should know about me," she says, pushing herself up on her hands to linger over him. "I don't work out." She kisses the corner of his mouth, dragging her lips down his face and neck and nipping at his shoulder. "I eat chocolate. A lot." She moves down further and takes a nipple into her mouth and for a brief but wonderful moment, worries it between her teeth, making Kim squirm. "And on numerous occasions," she says with a slow smile, trailing her mouth further down his skin, "I've been known to stay in bed all day."
Kim arches his back off the mattress as she tugs his pyjama pants down with her teeth, and laughs. "Okay," he says with a sharp gasp. "I guess I can go tomorrow."
And, hey, wiggyjen, how great is it to have your birthday on Pants Across Australia Day!