RP LOG with 1twntyovreighty | Falling for you
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It took all of Bella's effort to save face and appear in the doorway of Rick's hospital room, her cheeks tinged red from embarrassment. Fuck, of all the times to choose to faint, it had to be on a student round in front of Rick. Of course, as soon as her colleagues were alerted to the fact something was wrong, she soon found herself in the ER hooked up to monitors and having blood sucked out of her until she had to painfully admit to one of her fellow oncologists that she was pregnant. She didn't want to lie, but she also didn't expect to have her boss tell her to take a week's sick leave to regain her strength. She had enough sick leave to probably cover a small company, so she couldn't protest. But at least it got her off the heart monitors and prevented them trying to pump shitloads of antibiotics into her.
Now she was here, back in Rick's room where she was hovering in the doorway in her jeans and leather jacket. A far cry from the scrubs she had been in when she face-planted the lino. He was watching her like an extremely protective boyfriend, and she realised she actually liked being under that scrutiny from him, even if she wanted to dive under his bed and hide from mortification. It was probably a huge mindfuck for him knowing he wasn't able to react when there was a roomful of students' eyeballs on them. She adjusted her handbag over her shoulder and tucked her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "... hello..." she said sheepishly and probably would have kicked her toe against the lino if she didn't think it would make her look like a naughty schoolkid.
"Hey," Rick said quietly as he kept watching her. It really had killed him to know that he couldn't have reacted the he wanted to when the fainting spell had happened. He would have been up and out of his bed in moments if he wasn't just meant to have been a patient. He wasn't even entitled to any information about Bella. He didn't know where she'd gone, or what had happened. He was more than relieved to see her up and about. After a moment he glanced behind her to check for students. "Are you okay? You really scared the shit out of me."
Bella came further into the room and casually pulled the curtain around the bed a little as she did. She took the seat at his bedside, her legs still feeling a bit like jelly in the wake of everything. "I'm sorry. I could hear myself in my head trying to warn everyone I was about to faint, but I don't think the words quite made it out of my mouth. They took me to the ER for poking and prodding. I was a bit dehydrated and lacking a few other minor things, but I'm okay. Just obviously didn't want you and your brother getting all the attention around here," she joked and put her bag down on the floor. She pulled a small electric shaver from it and set it on the bed beside him. "If you want to bite the bullet. I... I've been told to take a week's sick leave. I've been overdoing it. Not sleeping and eating properly, just doing a good job of forgetting about it, too."
Rick raised his eyebrows a little as he looked from the shaver to Bella and back again before he caught her hand in his before she pulled away completely. "This is the part where I get to be the disapproving... um, something - isn't it? You should be eating, and you should be sleeping. Don't forget you're also pregnant. That's putting extra strain on you, too. I just wish there was something I could do other than lie here like a useless dick." His gaze dropped to the shaver again and he gave a nod. "I didn't know how to ask you, but yeah... I want to. Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Bella shook her head. "Uh-uh. Not a useless dick. I'm so horny right now, memories of that not-so-useless dick are the only thing keeping me from climbing the walls. Or climbing on top of you and rubbing against you unprofessionally. I just got caught up with everything after your surgery when Chris kept hitting complications. There's been a lot going on, and trying to remember everything is hard. Trying to remember I'm pregnant is hard enough. I just feel like I have a flu, or something. It still doesn't feel real." She smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. "You know you can ask me anything. I've been there, remember? I know how it feels to start seeing the hair in the sink or on your pillow. To scratch your head and have clumped of it come away in your fingers. You get pissed off with that. You just want to speed up the process. If it's what you want, then you go for it."
Rick gaped at her at first but then he got a devious grin. "You can rub up against me any time, Bella. I can also just give you a bit of a hand if you need it. I wish I wasn't out of action, I wish my dick worked. But it doesn't. Fingers still work though. Even my tongue does, but I don't know if you're on the approved diet list," he joked. "I'm sorry you have to be coping with it on your own. That you've had to deal with so much. Have you... have you actually told your brother? Maybe he can help. Maybe he can look after you while I can't." He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand and sighed quietly. "Will you shave my head? Please... I'll still wear the bandana though. Apparently I rock it."
Bella had to stand and squeeze her eyes shut as she fought off the urge to just jump him. "Don't you tempt me. I feel like I'm about ready to explode. I'm not even entirely convinced that I didn't faint because you were sitting there with your shirt off." She sighed and looked down at her feet, her hair falling down around her shoulders now she didn't have it tied back. "I have no idea how to tell him. The whole me being infertile thing was something me and my family dealt with a long time ago. He knows something is up. He keeps telling me to talk to him, and he's taken to randomly showing up here after his shift to check on me. Which is... it's great. I can't help it. I'm a giant sook. I love having my big brother around to drag me back down to reality. Just like I know you love having your brother around... or being around him. You can't hide that from me, Deleo. I see that big brother look in your eyes. Of course you rock it. I didn't give it to you because I was ashamed of you, you know. I gave it to you because it was the one I wore when I had my chemo," she told him with a small smile as she picked up the shaver and went to stand so she could help him sit on the side of the bed.
Rick shifted at her urging, making sure she was standing between his legs for a moment as he rested his hands on her hips lightly and smiled up at her. The fact that it had been her bandana meant even more to him. How could it not. It was a piece of her he now had close. He rubbed his hand against her slowly before he leaned in to catch her lips in a kiss. Whether or not she was totally horny, he couldn't resist. He'd risk tempting her now he had her alone. The students being around before really had been torture. "You can always take my shirt off again, and we'll test the theory. I wish I could say I had the answers on how to talk to your brother, but I don't. Mostly because I'm still pretty sure telling him is going to result in a big brotherly 'talk' that I'm not looking forward to," he admitted with a slight chuckle. "Of course I love it. This is what I've been waiting for. I just wish it didn't have to come at the cost of kidneys and body parts."
"Can't get hair on it anyway," Bella decided breathlessly as she pushed her hands up under the hem of his shirt to take it off him. This was so evil, but she really didn't care. The curtain was pulled and anyone entering the room would have to announce themselves anyway. Thank god he had a private room. She dropped the shirt onto the bed and picked up the kiss hungrily from where it had left off. She couldn't help it, she really was painfully horny. It had only started in the last couple of days, but even the likes of the men's underwear advert on TV had her wriggling restlessly in her seat. This was just much, much better, she decided, as she ran her hands over his toned chest. He might have lost weight, but he still felt fantastic. She did reluctantly pull out of the kiss, though, or she knew she would never stop. "It will. But just be relieved in the fact he's not allowed to rough you around too much because of the new kidney. He'll probably just be forceful with the works, and hey, you two are in the same boat. All flight people. You might work together one day. How is Chris doing? I heard about the bleed. Dave filled me in."
Rick hummed in appreciation at the feel of her hands on his chest. Even as bad as he could feel, she always made him feel good. He was a little disappointed when she ended the kiss, but it wasn't like they could keep going. Not the way he wanted. He still wanted to get his hand in her panties though and he teased his fingers over her waistband as he smirked at her. "Oh yeah, that's right. I remember you telling me he was a flight medic. Small world. And incredibly awkward if he doesn't approve of me. He's... struggling. More than he's wanted to let on, especially to Serena. He keeps talking about needing to be strong in front of her. It's never easy being weak, or falling apart in front of the girl you like."
Bella rested her hands on his shoulders and brushed her thumb over his throat. "The same goes for a girl in front of the guy they like, you know," she told him and cleared her throat softly as she plugged the shaver in. "The hard part is, at the moment, he is just weak. Next few days or so, they'll try and get him a little less reliant on all the medical stuff like he wants, but he'll still need a lot of help. He'll need Serena, and the hard part is that the fact he is recuperating, he's going to have times where he needs to break in front of her. When the pain gets too much, when he feels sick, when he needs the bathroom, when he doesn't have the strength to eat properly. He can't do it alone... you can't do it alone, you know. I know you don't like it, but when you're there and you're sick or you're in pain yourself, I don't see you as any less you, Rick. You're still the guy I wanted to sleep with. That wasn't charity, just so you know. I really would not have done it if I didn't want to."
"I'm starting to learn that. Just never got this far with a girl I liked before. All very much uncharted territory for me. Just so you know," he revealed with a small shrug. "I just wish I could help. I wish I could have caught you when you fainted. I was right there and couldn't do anything. It's... frustrating. It's beyond frustrating. I have you, and I have Chris to take care of and I have no idea how I'm gonna do it. And still take care of me." He reached up to run his fingers through her hair and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Good, because you're the girl I wanted to sleep with. Woman... Amazing, beautiful woman."
Bella paused with the shaver in her hand and looked over his face. Damn him. She knew deep down in her gut beyond the nausea and morning sickness that she was falling hard for him. She kept trying to tell herself she was playing with fire, but she just didn't want to pull back. He was the father of her baby, for god's sake. Without even taking into account her other feelings, that was just huge. "Me and Serena will take care of you and Chris so you two can take care of each other. Then when the going gets tough, we'll call in back up. Dave, Drew, Lisa, Aaron, Aimee. Your mom. You don't have to do it all on your own, and not a single one of us are going to let you either. And I would have rathered hit that lino hard than you catch me and dislodge that kidney. You need to take it easy. That's the joy of being around student doctors. They're always on the alert. I'm just glad it was one of the females who caught me so you didn't have any urges to smack any of the guys," she teased and then kissed his forehead. "Ready to take the plunge?"
Rick watched her for a moment, not entirely sure he was ready to concede the ability to take care of people on his own. He'd missed out on taking care of anyone most of his life, so now he was maybe being a bit selfish and unrealistic about what he was capable of now. After a moment he let out a sigh and nodded. "Not sure I could really fight letting you take care of me anyway. I think we've kinda created a precedent for hurt-comfort. And you keep talking about my new kidney like that, and I'm gonna start thinking that you only want me for my internal organs, doctor." His eyes flashed briefly before he smirked. "No patient etiquette would have kept me from ramming my IV pole up their asses. I'm ready."
"You know, about, oh, eighty five percent of you needing to take care of Chris is only going to constitute you being there with him, right? Keeping him company, that sort of thing. Because if I understand the Deleo genes the way I do, he's going to fight you to the core against being taken care of. He'll want to do as much of it himself as he can, and trust me, that is going to piss you off to no end," Bella predicted, laughing. She switched the shaver on, glad it was only a soft buzz and then with a soft squeeze to his shoulders, she slowly started to shave his head for him. "I'm totally hot for your brother's kidney. Actually, I more just want to get my hands on your testicles," she admitted lightly, keeping her eyes on his head.
It was hard for Rick not to move at that comment, and to not risk damage to his head by slipping his hand inside her jeans. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from distracting Bella, and just gripped her hips a little tighter. "You're a tease, you know that? I do now. No one exactly gave me the percentage run down before. I don't know if he will fight me. He told me he needed me, that he wanted me to take care of him. It might have just been the morphine talking," he said softly.
Bella was working intently with his hair. She didn't want to rush it and have it come as a strange blow for him. "You want him to need you. That was a big step for you hearing him say that," she guessed. "Chris has been on the max dose of morphine since he came out of the coma. He won't suddenly start talking fairy stories. I think you might find it was more fear behind his words. He's reaching out to you, and this time, you're there for him. He'll fight you when he has the strength. Us doctors hate being patients even more than normal patients. But don't you worry. I'm going to have you discharged and home before he is. You'll be able to help him if he needs it."
"You really think that will happen? I know he's in here for longer than originally planned, but I figured I'd still be here for a little while after the next chemo round. That's soon. Shit, really not looking forward to that. I don't want to be throwing up the kidney like I thought I would last time. I just want to apologise on behalf of my sperm for the morning sickness. Trust me, I know how you feel. And I really, really wish you didn't have to go through it." He slowly started to undo the fly on her jeans. "I still need to come through for him. That's an even bigger step."
"You'll be home before I start the next chemo round, baby. Technically, we need to wait around three or four weeks post-op before I dose you with it again. You'll be home, you'll come back for the day like last time. And if Chris is home by the time you hit chemo again, and it's too much for you to be at his place when it happens, you can come stay with me after it. I can take a few days off until you bounce back again. I'm hoping you'll only need one round, but we'll see. Two major ops, and two chemo rounds are already a massive load on the body. Of course, if the chemo makes you really sick, I will admit you again. It's all a matter of waiting and seeing. And you don't need to apologise. I'm a big girl, I'm pretty tough. The sore back and tiredness is worse than the throwing up." Bella stilled in the shaving for a moment when she felt him undo her fly. "Ohhh, now you're resorting to dirty tactics, pilot. I like it. Rick, you have come through for him. He keeps asking for you. I've been trying to think of a way I can get you both in the same room when he gets out of ICU."
Rick arched an eyebrow as he struggled to hold back a smirk, still managing to keep his head still as she worked on getting rid of whatever hair he had left. "I'm just waiting for the moment you switch that thing off so I can really start to play dirty. You got no idea how much I've been thinking about your body... Even if it only makes me even more frustrated. I think I'll just have to live through your pleasure for the moment, so you know what that means, don't you? Are you sure you really want me to be crashing in on your peace and quiet after a long day at work? Have you worked out a way yet for us to be in the same room?"
"No, I think you should really tell me what it means in intent detail," Bella found herself replying, biting down on her lip as she hurried the shaving up just a little more. He wouldn't be completely bald with a number one, but he would hardly notice when he completely lost it. "Just be sound in the knowledge of when your body starts working properly again, I'm going to jump you like you've never been jumped before. You won't be able to move for a week," she warned. "You aren't going to be up to throwing wild parties or doing much more than lie in a ball of misery, so yes, I'm sure. Trust me, after a long day at work, I'm not in much better condition right now. I might have. I wanted to make sure you did want to be in the same room first."
"Why wouldn't I want to be in a room with Chris? We were in the same room before the op. We coped okay. Even when I woke up to find Serena sharing his bed. Fully clothed thank god." He ran his tongue over his lips. "It means my hands are gonna spend an awful lot of time all over your body, rather than mine. My fingers down your panties... rubbing, stroking, thrusting..." He grinned as he waggled his eyes just a little and started to tug down her jeans to see what kind of panties she did have on. "Maybe even my mouth on you when I can lay on my stomach a little more comfortable. Although you could just always sit on my face. I really just want my body to work again."
Bella finished with his his hair and turned the shaver off, putting it down so she could gently brush the strands away from his head and shoulders. She dug around in her bag and found her compact mirror, snapping it open and handing it to him so he could see himself. "Because sharing with him will be a twenty-four-seven reminder that he's still sick and still in here because of you. It could just be hard to cope with. If you want to share with him so you can keep an eye on him, I'll make it happen." She exhaled sharply at his words and let her head fall back a little. It was getting harder and harder to keep her composure with him talking like that. She did realise that she had stupidly gone with her pink pants with the bow on them that morning. Nothing sexy about them, but comfortable and they didn't give her a wedgie on rounds. "When was the last time you tried to see if it was working or not?"
He glanced at himself in the mirror, sucking in a slight breath in shock. He couldn't even remember ever shaving his hair off before, so it was a new look for him. "Wow... so that's me with no hair. Before the op," Rick admitted quietly as he smiled at the pink panties. They were sexy enough for him. Definitely cute, and definitely something to get his hand inside. He pulled her a little closer to him as he slipped his fingers past the waistband and over her still flat stomach. He felt the tickle of her soft curls against his fingertips before he slid one finger between her folds and kissed her to muffle a groan at feeling just how wet she was. She hadn't been joking about the horniness. "I'll get a reminder regardless of the time frame... I just want the chance to make amends. Fuck, you feel good."
Bella cupped her head with her hands and kissed his head. "Mm, you with no hair. I'm not going to admit that it's a turn on, because that would be so wrong. I'll just live off the fantasies in my head..." She had to firmly bite down on her lip to stop her crying out when she felt his finger inside her. She had to lean in against him to keep on her feet, and her breath left her in a rush. "Okay, just don't blame me when he starts to feel a bit better and becomes a bitch," she teased and then slipped her hand down the front of his boxers. It was worth trying, and if she was honest with herself, even if he wasnt hard, he still felt amazing in her hand.
"You think it's a turn on?" he asked huskily, not sure if he should take that as a positive or not. Still, if it worked for Bella then he wouldn't complain. Anything to get her hot. He hummed appreciatively as he kissed down her throat, his other hand moving around to rest at the small of her back. He rubbed his finger against her clit slowly. "I will never blame you. I'll just have to fight any urges I have to slap him down for being such a bitch. Or hand him off to Serena." He sucked in a breath as her hand disappeared down his boxers, hoping like hell he would feel some tingle, or twinge to prove that he could get hard.
Bella gave a breathless laugh. She knew it was going to be highly amusing for everyone once she got both Deleo brothers in the same room together. She had been told that Chris could be quite the fiery handful when he wanted to, and she wasn't sure how used to that Rick would be. But if he wanted to take care of his baby brother, he may as well be thrown in the deep end. "Oh holy fucking hell, how do your fingers work so well when you're sick?" she asked him in awe. She felt like she was burning at his touch and rocked her hips forward. She knew how wrong this was on so many levels, but as far as she was concerned it was right on her level... and on Rick's. She cupped him in her palm and massaged his balls, moaning at how warm and soft they felt in her hand. "It's more than a turn-on. Not the fact that you're bald or losing your hair... it's the confidence you have to just roll with it."
Even if his dick wasn't reacting how he wanted, Rick could still enjoy what Bella's hand was doing. How could he not? Not every woman was willing to play with a man's balls, but she was, and that was a turn on all of its own. And one he'd readily appreciate. A second finger slid between her folds and he pushed them further back to circle her opening, and started to push them inside her. "Because right now I have nothing else. And because I want you. I need to feel you. Determination is a powerful thing. Well, in that case I'm definitely glad I went with shaving it."
Bella was a lost cause. She actually had to lean down and rest her head on his shoulder so she didn't push him back on the bed and climb on top of him. He was still stitched up himself and if she had two Deleo brothers bleed out in a twenty four hour period, that would have to be cause for an enquiry of some sort. She broke out into a sweat just trying to hold off on letting herself completely go, but she reflexively squeezed his dick. Even without a raging boner, he was still big and she still had memories of how wild it had driven her that day they spent in bed together. She cursed softly against his ear. "Don't stop... it's not gonna take much more," she warned him, and then lifted her head to catch his lips in a kiss.
His hand moved from the small of her back to slip into the back of her jeans and panties so he could grip her ass as he used his thumb to brush against her clit while he curled his fingers inside her and stroked her g-spot. There were a lot of benefits to having been a player over the years. He was familiar with a woman's body, but he was desperate to be even more familiar with Bella's. He was thinking about the fact she was carrying his child too, and that just made something go off inside him. A fierce protectiveness. He growled into the kiss as his tongue pulsed against hers and he stroked with increased purpose.
Bella forced him to hold the kiss by gently biting down on his lower lip, but she was so close and without anything to distract her mouth, she would cry out. She knew she would. She had never been particularly quiet when it came to sex. When she did manage to get laid, that was. She whimpered into his mouth when she felt the warning tingles in her stomach and as soon as he zeroed in on her g-spot, she was done for. It was rare for a guy to actually bother even trying to find that, and it took her by surprise at how fierce the bolt of pleasure was that shot through her. His lips caught the soft cry as she shuddered and came hard, and then had to pull back to catch her breath, burying her face into his throat.
Rick slipped his hand from her ass to her back as he held her against him and turned his face into her hair as he breathed in the scent of her shampoo. Her hand was still down his boxers, but he was hardly about to ask her to move it. Even if it was impossible for him to get it up right then it was still just nice to have the closeness. His fingers kept stroking her to help her through the aftershocks, his hand covered in her juices. He had no plans on removing it just yet. "You're so sexy," he murmured against her hair. "So hot... And I still can't believe you're carrying my kid."
"I can't believe I just did that," Bella whispered with a laugh. "You are not supposed to be seducing me like this, and I'm not supposed to be falling for the Deleo charm... or fantasising about twenty-four-seven. Definitely carrying. About six weeks now. Probably about the sixth of a match head. Cool, huh? You're not having second thoughts, are you?" she asked when a burst of insecurity hit her.
Rick's fingers rubbed against her back under her leather jacket and he gave a shake of his head. "No, no second thoughts. More like incredibly scary... excited anticipatory ones. I want this, I want you, I want us. I just know that it's a waiting game. I didn't want to get my hopes up too much. Only I can't help it. Just like I can't help seducing you. I'll keep doing it any chance I get."
Bella's hand tightened around his arm and then she looked down at him, swallowing. "I was scared. I thought I was losing it," she admitted to him. "I didn't want them to touch me in case they made it worse. I checked myself out of the ER, but only after promising to take the week off. But I thought..."
Rick frowned as he held her gaze. "Did they... Did someone check? Are you sure it wasn't...?"
Bella gave a small nod and then pulled a small photo out of her pocket, and held it up. "They had to do a scan when I finally swallowed my pride and told them I was pregnant. I mean, I know it's just a black spot, but i-it's still there, and it's okay."
Rick pulled his hands away from her for a moment, the 'clean' one taking the photo as he licked his fingers. "Fuck, taste good," he murmured as his gaze searched the photo for the black dot. He found it, and he stilled as he just stared at it. "That's our baby."
Bella watched his mouth and his fingers, and for a moment, she just stood there with her mouth hanging open. But she had to shake herself to once again stop her doing naughty things to him. Her tongue was resting on her lower lip as she imagined sucking him off, until she realised he actually needed a boner for that and she scrubbed the idea from her mind. "I think it has your nose," she joked with a smirk, even if she knew there was still a small part of her gut in knots over the fright she had. She would probably get home, take a bath, and sit in the bubbles and bawl her eyes out for an hour.
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It took all of Bella's effort to save face and appear in the doorway of Rick's hospital room, her cheeks tinged red from embarrassment. Fuck, of all the times to choose to faint, it had to be on a student round in front of Rick. Of course, as soon as her colleagues were alerted to the fact something was wrong, she soon found herself in the ER hooked up to monitors and having blood sucked out of her until she had to painfully admit to one of her fellow oncologists that she was pregnant. She didn't want to lie, but she also didn't expect to have her boss tell her to take a week's sick leave to regain her strength. She had enough sick leave to probably cover a small company, so she couldn't protest. But at least it got her off the heart monitors and prevented them trying to pump shitloads of antibiotics into her.
Now she was here, back in Rick's room where she was hovering in the doorway in her jeans and leather jacket. A far cry from the scrubs she had been in when she face-planted the lino. He was watching her like an extremely protective boyfriend, and she realised she actually liked being under that scrutiny from him, even if she wanted to dive under his bed and hide from mortification. It was probably a huge mindfuck for him knowing he wasn't able to react when there was a roomful of students' eyeballs on them. She adjusted her handbag over her shoulder and tucked her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "... hello..." she said sheepishly and probably would have kicked her toe against the lino if she didn't think it would make her look like a naughty schoolkid.
"Hey," Rick said quietly as he kept watching her. It really had killed him to know that he couldn't have reacted the he wanted to when the fainting spell had happened. He would have been up and out of his bed in moments if he wasn't just meant to have been a patient. He wasn't even entitled to any information about Bella. He didn't know where she'd gone, or what had happened. He was more than relieved to see her up and about. After a moment he glanced behind her to check for students. "Are you okay? You really scared the shit out of me."
Bella came further into the room and casually pulled the curtain around the bed a little as she did. She took the seat at his bedside, her legs still feeling a bit like jelly in the wake of everything. "I'm sorry. I could hear myself in my head trying to warn everyone I was about to faint, but I don't think the words quite made it out of my mouth. They took me to the ER for poking and prodding. I was a bit dehydrated and lacking a few other minor things, but I'm okay. Just obviously didn't want you and your brother getting all the attention around here," she joked and put her bag down on the floor. She pulled a small electric shaver from it and set it on the bed beside him. "If you want to bite the bullet. I... I've been told to take a week's sick leave. I've been overdoing it. Not sleeping and eating properly, just doing a good job of forgetting about it, too."
Rick raised his eyebrows a little as he looked from the shaver to Bella and back again before he caught her hand in his before she pulled away completely. "This is the part where I get to be the disapproving... um, something - isn't it? You should be eating, and you should be sleeping. Don't forget you're also pregnant. That's putting extra strain on you, too. I just wish there was something I could do other than lie here like a useless dick." His gaze dropped to the shaver again and he gave a nod. "I didn't know how to ask you, but yeah... I want to. Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Bella shook her head. "Uh-uh. Not a useless dick. I'm so horny right now, memories of that not-so-useless dick are the only thing keeping me from climbing the walls. Or climbing on top of you and rubbing against you unprofessionally. I just got caught up with everything after your surgery when Chris kept hitting complications. There's been a lot going on, and trying to remember everything is hard. Trying to remember I'm pregnant is hard enough. I just feel like I have a flu, or something. It still doesn't feel real." She smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. "You know you can ask me anything. I've been there, remember? I know how it feels to start seeing the hair in the sink or on your pillow. To scratch your head and have clumped of it come away in your fingers. You get pissed off with that. You just want to speed up the process. If it's what you want, then you go for it."
Rick gaped at her at first but then he got a devious grin. "You can rub up against me any time, Bella. I can also just give you a bit of a hand if you need it. I wish I wasn't out of action, I wish my dick worked. But it doesn't. Fingers still work though. Even my tongue does, but I don't know if you're on the approved diet list," he joked. "I'm sorry you have to be coping with it on your own. That you've had to deal with so much. Have you... have you actually told your brother? Maybe he can help. Maybe he can look after you while I can't." He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand and sighed quietly. "Will you shave my head? Please... I'll still wear the bandana though. Apparently I rock it."
Bella had to stand and squeeze her eyes shut as she fought off the urge to just jump him. "Don't you tempt me. I feel like I'm about ready to explode. I'm not even entirely convinced that I didn't faint because you were sitting there with your shirt off." She sighed and looked down at her feet, her hair falling down around her shoulders now she didn't have it tied back. "I have no idea how to tell him. The whole me being infertile thing was something me and my family dealt with a long time ago. He knows something is up. He keeps telling me to talk to him, and he's taken to randomly showing up here after his shift to check on me. Which is... it's great. I can't help it. I'm a giant sook. I love having my big brother around to drag me back down to reality. Just like I know you love having your brother around... or being around him. You can't hide that from me, Deleo. I see that big brother look in your eyes. Of course you rock it. I didn't give it to you because I was ashamed of you, you know. I gave it to you because it was the one I wore when I had my chemo," she told him with a small smile as she picked up the shaver and went to stand so she could help him sit on the side of the bed.
Rick shifted at her urging, making sure she was standing between his legs for a moment as he rested his hands on her hips lightly and smiled up at her. The fact that it had been her bandana meant even more to him. How could it not. It was a piece of her he now had close. He rubbed his hand against her slowly before he leaned in to catch her lips in a kiss. Whether or not she was totally horny, he couldn't resist. He'd risk tempting her now he had her alone. The students being around before really had been torture. "You can always take my shirt off again, and we'll test the theory. I wish I could say I had the answers on how to talk to your brother, but I don't. Mostly because I'm still pretty sure telling him is going to result in a big brotherly 'talk' that I'm not looking forward to," he admitted with a slight chuckle. "Of course I love it. This is what I've been waiting for. I just wish it didn't have to come at the cost of kidneys and body parts."
"Can't get hair on it anyway," Bella decided breathlessly as she pushed her hands up under the hem of his shirt to take it off him. This was so evil, but she really didn't care. The curtain was pulled and anyone entering the room would have to announce themselves anyway. Thank god he had a private room. She dropped the shirt onto the bed and picked up the kiss hungrily from where it had left off. She couldn't help it, she really was painfully horny. It had only started in the last couple of days, but even the likes of the men's underwear advert on TV had her wriggling restlessly in her seat. This was just much, much better, she decided, as she ran her hands over his toned chest. He might have lost weight, but he still felt fantastic. She did reluctantly pull out of the kiss, though, or she knew she would never stop. "It will. But just be relieved in the fact he's not allowed to rough you around too much because of the new kidney. He'll probably just be forceful with the works, and hey, you two are in the same boat. All flight people. You might work together one day. How is Chris doing? I heard about the bleed. Dave filled me in."
Rick hummed in appreciation at the feel of her hands on his chest. Even as bad as he could feel, she always made him feel good. He was a little disappointed when she ended the kiss, but it wasn't like they could keep going. Not the way he wanted. He still wanted to get his hand in her panties though and he teased his fingers over her waistband as he smirked at her. "Oh yeah, that's right. I remember you telling me he was a flight medic. Small world. And incredibly awkward if he doesn't approve of me. He's... struggling. More than he's wanted to let on, especially to Serena. He keeps talking about needing to be strong in front of her. It's never easy being weak, or falling apart in front of the girl you like."
Bella rested her hands on his shoulders and brushed her thumb over his throat. "The same goes for a girl in front of the guy they like, you know," she told him and cleared her throat softly as she plugged the shaver in. "The hard part is, at the moment, he is just weak. Next few days or so, they'll try and get him a little less reliant on all the medical stuff like he wants, but he'll still need a lot of help. He'll need Serena, and the hard part is that the fact he is recuperating, he's going to have times where he needs to break in front of her. When the pain gets too much, when he feels sick, when he needs the bathroom, when he doesn't have the strength to eat properly. He can't do it alone... you can't do it alone, you know. I know you don't like it, but when you're there and you're sick or you're in pain yourself, I don't see you as any less you, Rick. You're still the guy I wanted to sleep with. That wasn't charity, just so you know. I really would not have done it if I didn't want to."
"I'm starting to learn that. Just never got this far with a girl I liked before. All very much uncharted territory for me. Just so you know," he revealed with a small shrug. "I just wish I could help. I wish I could have caught you when you fainted. I was right there and couldn't do anything. It's... frustrating. It's beyond frustrating. I have you, and I have Chris to take care of and I have no idea how I'm gonna do it. And still take care of me." He reached up to run his fingers through her hair and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Good, because you're the girl I wanted to sleep with. Woman... Amazing, beautiful woman."
Bella paused with the shaver in her hand and looked over his face. Damn him. She knew deep down in her gut beyond the nausea and morning sickness that she was falling hard for him. She kept trying to tell herself she was playing with fire, but she just didn't want to pull back. He was the father of her baby, for god's sake. Without even taking into account her other feelings, that was just huge. "Me and Serena will take care of you and Chris so you two can take care of each other. Then when the going gets tough, we'll call in back up. Dave, Drew, Lisa, Aaron, Aimee. Your mom. You don't have to do it all on your own, and not a single one of us are going to let you either. And I would have rathered hit that lino hard than you catch me and dislodge that kidney. You need to take it easy. That's the joy of being around student doctors. They're always on the alert. I'm just glad it was one of the females who caught me so you didn't have any urges to smack any of the guys," she teased and then kissed his forehead. "Ready to take the plunge?"
Rick watched her for a moment, not entirely sure he was ready to concede the ability to take care of people on his own. He'd missed out on taking care of anyone most of his life, so now he was maybe being a bit selfish and unrealistic about what he was capable of now. After a moment he let out a sigh and nodded. "Not sure I could really fight letting you take care of me anyway. I think we've kinda created a precedent for hurt-comfort. And you keep talking about my new kidney like that, and I'm gonna start thinking that you only want me for my internal organs, doctor." His eyes flashed briefly before he smirked. "No patient etiquette would have kept me from ramming my IV pole up their asses. I'm ready."
"You know, about, oh, eighty five percent of you needing to take care of Chris is only going to constitute you being there with him, right? Keeping him company, that sort of thing. Because if I understand the Deleo genes the way I do, he's going to fight you to the core against being taken care of. He'll want to do as much of it himself as he can, and trust me, that is going to piss you off to no end," Bella predicted, laughing. She switched the shaver on, glad it was only a soft buzz and then with a soft squeeze to his shoulders, she slowly started to shave his head for him. "I'm totally hot for your brother's kidney. Actually, I more just want to get my hands on your testicles," she admitted lightly, keeping her eyes on his head.
It was hard for Rick not to move at that comment, and to not risk damage to his head by slipping his hand inside her jeans. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from distracting Bella, and just gripped her hips a little tighter. "You're a tease, you know that? I do now. No one exactly gave me the percentage run down before. I don't know if he will fight me. He told me he needed me, that he wanted me to take care of him. It might have just been the morphine talking," he said softly.
Bella was working intently with his hair. She didn't want to rush it and have it come as a strange blow for him. "You want him to need you. That was a big step for you hearing him say that," she guessed. "Chris has been on the max dose of morphine since he came out of the coma. He won't suddenly start talking fairy stories. I think you might find it was more fear behind his words. He's reaching out to you, and this time, you're there for him. He'll fight you when he has the strength. Us doctors hate being patients even more than normal patients. But don't you worry. I'm going to have you discharged and home before he is. You'll be able to help him if he needs it."
"You really think that will happen? I know he's in here for longer than originally planned, but I figured I'd still be here for a little while after the next chemo round. That's soon. Shit, really not looking forward to that. I don't want to be throwing up the kidney like I thought I would last time. I just want to apologise on behalf of my sperm for the morning sickness. Trust me, I know how you feel. And I really, really wish you didn't have to go through it." He slowly started to undo the fly on her jeans. "I still need to come through for him. That's an even bigger step."
"You'll be home before I start the next chemo round, baby. Technically, we need to wait around three or four weeks post-op before I dose you with it again. You'll be home, you'll come back for the day like last time. And if Chris is home by the time you hit chemo again, and it's too much for you to be at his place when it happens, you can come stay with me after it. I can take a few days off until you bounce back again. I'm hoping you'll only need one round, but we'll see. Two major ops, and two chemo rounds are already a massive load on the body. Of course, if the chemo makes you really sick, I will admit you again. It's all a matter of waiting and seeing. And you don't need to apologise. I'm a big girl, I'm pretty tough. The sore back and tiredness is worse than the throwing up." Bella stilled in the shaving for a moment when she felt him undo her fly. "Ohhh, now you're resorting to dirty tactics, pilot. I like it. Rick, you have come through for him. He keeps asking for you. I've been trying to think of a way I can get you both in the same room when he gets out of ICU."
Rick arched an eyebrow as he struggled to hold back a smirk, still managing to keep his head still as she worked on getting rid of whatever hair he had left. "I'm just waiting for the moment you switch that thing off so I can really start to play dirty. You got no idea how much I've been thinking about your body... Even if it only makes me even more frustrated. I think I'll just have to live through your pleasure for the moment, so you know what that means, don't you? Are you sure you really want me to be crashing in on your peace and quiet after a long day at work? Have you worked out a way yet for us to be in the same room?"
"No, I think you should really tell me what it means in intent detail," Bella found herself replying, biting down on her lip as she hurried the shaving up just a little more. He wouldn't be completely bald with a number one, but he would hardly notice when he completely lost it. "Just be sound in the knowledge of when your body starts working properly again, I'm going to jump you like you've never been jumped before. You won't be able to move for a week," she warned. "You aren't going to be up to throwing wild parties or doing much more than lie in a ball of misery, so yes, I'm sure. Trust me, after a long day at work, I'm not in much better condition right now. I might have. I wanted to make sure you did want to be in the same room first."
"Why wouldn't I want to be in a room with Chris? We were in the same room before the op. We coped okay. Even when I woke up to find Serena sharing his bed. Fully clothed thank god." He ran his tongue over his lips. "It means my hands are gonna spend an awful lot of time all over your body, rather than mine. My fingers down your panties... rubbing, stroking, thrusting..." He grinned as he waggled his eyes just a little and started to tug down her jeans to see what kind of panties she did have on. "Maybe even my mouth on you when I can lay on my stomach a little more comfortable. Although you could just always sit on my face. I really just want my body to work again."
Bella finished with his his hair and turned the shaver off, putting it down so she could gently brush the strands away from his head and shoulders. She dug around in her bag and found her compact mirror, snapping it open and handing it to him so he could see himself. "Because sharing with him will be a twenty-four-seven reminder that he's still sick and still in here because of you. It could just be hard to cope with. If you want to share with him so you can keep an eye on him, I'll make it happen." She exhaled sharply at his words and let her head fall back a little. It was getting harder and harder to keep her composure with him talking like that. She did realise that she had stupidly gone with her pink pants with the bow on them that morning. Nothing sexy about them, but comfortable and they didn't give her a wedgie on rounds. "When was the last time you tried to see if it was working or not?"
He glanced at himself in the mirror, sucking in a slight breath in shock. He couldn't even remember ever shaving his hair off before, so it was a new look for him. "Wow... so that's me with no hair. Before the op," Rick admitted quietly as he smiled at the pink panties. They were sexy enough for him. Definitely cute, and definitely something to get his hand inside. He pulled her a little closer to him as he slipped his fingers past the waistband and over her still flat stomach. He felt the tickle of her soft curls against his fingertips before he slid one finger between her folds and kissed her to muffle a groan at feeling just how wet she was. She hadn't been joking about the horniness. "I'll get a reminder regardless of the time frame... I just want the chance to make amends. Fuck, you feel good."
Bella cupped her head with her hands and kissed his head. "Mm, you with no hair. I'm not going to admit that it's a turn on, because that would be so wrong. I'll just live off the fantasies in my head..." She had to firmly bite down on her lip to stop her crying out when she felt his finger inside her. She had to lean in against him to keep on her feet, and her breath left her in a rush. "Okay, just don't blame me when he starts to feel a bit better and becomes a bitch," she teased and then slipped her hand down the front of his boxers. It was worth trying, and if she was honest with herself, even if he wasnt hard, he still felt amazing in her hand.
"You think it's a turn on?" he asked huskily, not sure if he should take that as a positive or not. Still, if it worked for Bella then he wouldn't complain. Anything to get her hot. He hummed appreciatively as he kissed down her throat, his other hand moving around to rest at the small of her back. He rubbed his finger against her clit slowly. "I will never blame you. I'll just have to fight any urges I have to slap him down for being such a bitch. Or hand him off to Serena." He sucked in a breath as her hand disappeared down his boxers, hoping like hell he would feel some tingle, or twinge to prove that he could get hard.
Bella gave a breathless laugh. She knew it was going to be highly amusing for everyone once she got both Deleo brothers in the same room together. She had been told that Chris could be quite the fiery handful when he wanted to, and she wasn't sure how used to that Rick would be. But if he wanted to take care of his baby brother, he may as well be thrown in the deep end. "Oh holy fucking hell, how do your fingers work so well when you're sick?" she asked him in awe. She felt like she was burning at his touch and rocked her hips forward. She knew how wrong this was on so many levels, but as far as she was concerned it was right on her level... and on Rick's. She cupped him in her palm and massaged his balls, moaning at how warm and soft they felt in her hand. "It's more than a turn-on. Not the fact that you're bald or losing your hair... it's the confidence you have to just roll with it."
Even if his dick wasn't reacting how he wanted, Rick could still enjoy what Bella's hand was doing. How could he not? Not every woman was willing to play with a man's balls, but she was, and that was a turn on all of its own. And one he'd readily appreciate. A second finger slid between her folds and he pushed them further back to circle her opening, and started to push them inside her. "Because right now I have nothing else. And because I want you. I need to feel you. Determination is a powerful thing. Well, in that case I'm definitely glad I went with shaving it."
Bella was a lost cause. She actually had to lean down and rest her head on his shoulder so she didn't push him back on the bed and climb on top of him. He was still stitched up himself and if she had two Deleo brothers bleed out in a twenty four hour period, that would have to be cause for an enquiry of some sort. She broke out into a sweat just trying to hold off on letting herself completely go, but she reflexively squeezed his dick. Even without a raging boner, he was still big and she still had memories of how wild it had driven her that day they spent in bed together. She cursed softly against his ear. "Don't stop... it's not gonna take much more," she warned him, and then lifted her head to catch his lips in a kiss.
His hand moved from the small of her back to slip into the back of her jeans and panties so he could grip her ass as he used his thumb to brush against her clit while he curled his fingers inside her and stroked her g-spot. There were a lot of benefits to having been a player over the years. He was familiar with a woman's body, but he was desperate to be even more familiar with Bella's. He was thinking about the fact she was carrying his child too, and that just made something go off inside him. A fierce protectiveness. He growled into the kiss as his tongue pulsed against hers and he stroked with increased purpose.
Bella forced him to hold the kiss by gently biting down on his lower lip, but she was so close and without anything to distract her mouth, she would cry out. She knew she would. She had never been particularly quiet when it came to sex. When she did manage to get laid, that was. She whimpered into his mouth when she felt the warning tingles in her stomach and as soon as he zeroed in on her g-spot, she was done for. It was rare for a guy to actually bother even trying to find that, and it took her by surprise at how fierce the bolt of pleasure was that shot through her. His lips caught the soft cry as she shuddered and came hard, and then had to pull back to catch her breath, burying her face into his throat.
Rick slipped his hand from her ass to her back as he held her against him and turned his face into her hair as he breathed in the scent of her shampoo. Her hand was still down his boxers, but he was hardly about to ask her to move it. Even if it was impossible for him to get it up right then it was still just nice to have the closeness. His fingers kept stroking her to help her through the aftershocks, his hand covered in her juices. He had no plans on removing it just yet. "You're so sexy," he murmured against her hair. "So hot... And I still can't believe you're carrying my kid."
"I can't believe I just did that," Bella whispered with a laugh. "You are not supposed to be seducing me like this, and I'm not supposed to be falling for the Deleo charm... or fantasising about twenty-four-seven. Definitely carrying. About six weeks now. Probably about the sixth of a match head. Cool, huh? You're not having second thoughts, are you?" she asked when a burst of insecurity hit her.
Rick's fingers rubbed against her back under her leather jacket and he gave a shake of his head. "No, no second thoughts. More like incredibly scary... excited anticipatory ones. I want this, I want you, I want us. I just know that it's a waiting game. I didn't want to get my hopes up too much. Only I can't help it. Just like I can't help seducing you. I'll keep doing it any chance I get."
Bella's hand tightened around his arm and then she looked down at him, swallowing. "I was scared. I thought I was losing it," she admitted to him. "I didn't want them to touch me in case they made it worse. I checked myself out of the ER, but only after promising to take the week off. But I thought..."
Rick frowned as he held her gaze. "Did they... Did someone check? Are you sure it wasn't...?"
Bella gave a small nod and then pulled a small photo out of her pocket, and held it up. "They had to do a scan when I finally swallowed my pride and told them I was pregnant. I mean, I know it's just a black spot, but i-it's still there, and it's okay."
Rick pulled his hands away from her for a moment, the 'clean' one taking the photo as he licked his fingers. "Fuck, taste good," he murmured as his gaze searched the photo for the black dot. He found it, and he stilled as he just stared at it. "That's our baby."
Bella watched his mouth and his fingers, and for a moment, she just stood there with her mouth hanging open. But she had to shake herself to once again stop her doing naughty things to him. Her tongue was resting on her lower lip as she imagined sucking him off, until she realised he actually needed a boner for that and she scrubbed the idea from her mind. "I think it has your nose," she joked with a smirk, even if she knew there was still a small part of her gut in knots over the fright she had. She would probably get home, take a bath, and sit in the bubbles and bawl her eyes out for an hour.
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