"Florence Nightingale Syndrome"--BTTF
Kink Bingo fill for the November mini-challenge, Exposure/Striptease
Back to the Future fic--Lorraine Baines is smitten with the boy her father hit with the car.
The doctor said he'd be fine, but Lorraine had thought about going to nursing school after graduation--and the poor boy had just looked so helpless when her father had carried him upstairs. Someone needed to look after him, and Lorraine was obviously the best possible choice.
The first thing to do was to make her patient comfortable. As she carefully took off his life jacket and his strange jean jacket, he looked at her with big, (slightly unfocused) blue eyes and asked, "'m I dead?"
"Everything's going to be fine," Lorraine said, gently brushing the hair out of his face.
"Doc," he said. "What about--"
"Shhh. He says you need to rest."
"The doc said that?"
He drifted off again. She decided to leave his undershirt on--she didn't want him to catch a chill, even if she did wonder what his chest looked like.
But she didn't want him to be uncomfortable and get too warm--a fever was really just as bad as a chill. And taking off his jeans just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. He stirred again and mumbled something but didn't wake up as she pulled down his suspenders and unzipped his pants.
Once his jeans were off and folded on her hope chest, Lorraine stared. Sure, she was almost eighteen, and she didn't think she was completely naive, but Lorraine had never seen purple underwear before.
He rolled onto his stomach and moaned like he was having some kind of nightmare--he was mumbled something about a doctor again which just made Lorraine glad he was here in her bed instead of in some cold, unfriendly hospital.
He moved again and his T-shirt rode up, letting her see the name written all over the waistband of his underwear: Calvin Klein. Maybe he'd let her call him Cal.
Lorraine smiled as she rubbed his back and looked down at his...well, maybe a little bit higher than his bare legs (maybe he wouldn't have very much hair on his chest, but Lorraine decided that she didn't mind that) And she was only looking because she'd never even heard of purple BVD's and who wrote their name all the way around the waistband? If Calvin happened to have a very cute butt--Lorraine wasn't that kind of girl, so she was sure she didn't notice that. And even if maybe she did, she wasn't that kind of girl, so that couldn't be why she was staring.
And it wasn't like she was sadistic or anything, so she certainly didn't notice how nice his butt looked when he curled towards the pillow and made this sad little noise. (Probably delirious, Lorraine decided when she looked at his face again and saw that he was crying. Some kind of delirious nightmare.)
"Poor Calvin," she sighed. "Everything's going to be all right." She let him hold her hand and gently checked his temperature with the back of her hand on his forehead. "You're perfectly safe now."
After awhile she reluctantly covered him with the blanket. When he really woke up a few hours later, she was holding a cold cloth to his head. "Mom?" he asked, which was kind of sweet in a way. Lorraine liked that she was probably the first girl who'd ever taken care of him like this (even though she'd be really happy when he realized his mistake).
Back to the Future fic--Lorraine Baines is smitten with the boy her father hit with the car.
The doctor said he'd be fine, but Lorraine had thought about going to nursing school after graduation--and the poor boy had just looked so helpless when her father had carried him upstairs. Someone needed to look after him, and Lorraine was obviously the best possible choice.
The first thing to do was to make her patient comfortable. As she carefully took off his life jacket and his strange jean jacket, he looked at her with big, (slightly unfocused) blue eyes and asked, "'m I dead?"
"Everything's going to be fine," Lorraine said, gently brushing the hair out of his face.
"Doc," he said. "What about--"
"Shhh. He says you need to rest."
"The doc said that?"
He drifted off again. She decided to leave his undershirt on--she didn't want him to catch a chill, even if she did wonder what his chest looked like.
But she didn't want him to be uncomfortable and get too warm--a fever was really just as bad as a chill. And taking off his jeans just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. He stirred again and mumbled something but didn't wake up as she pulled down his suspenders and unzipped his pants.
Once his jeans were off and folded on her hope chest, Lorraine stared. Sure, she was almost eighteen, and she didn't think she was completely naive, but Lorraine had never seen purple underwear before.
He rolled onto his stomach and moaned like he was having some kind of nightmare--he was mumbled something about a doctor again which just made Lorraine glad he was here in her bed instead of in some cold, unfriendly hospital.
He moved again and his T-shirt rode up, letting her see the name written all over the waistband of his underwear: Calvin Klein. Maybe he'd let her call him Cal.
Lorraine smiled as she rubbed his back and looked down at his...well, maybe a little bit higher than his bare legs (maybe he wouldn't have very much hair on his chest, but Lorraine decided that she didn't mind that) And she was only looking because she'd never even heard of purple BVD's and who wrote their name all the way around the waistband? If Calvin happened to have a very cute butt--Lorraine wasn't that kind of girl, so she was sure she didn't notice that. And even if maybe she did, she wasn't that kind of girl, so that couldn't be why she was staring.
And it wasn't like she was sadistic or anything, so she certainly didn't notice how nice his butt looked when he curled towards the pillow and made this sad little noise. (Probably delirious, Lorraine decided when she looked at his face again and saw that he was crying. Some kind of delirious nightmare.)
"Poor Calvin," she sighed. "Everything's going to be all right." She let him hold her hand and gently checked his temperature with the back of her hand on his forehead. "You're perfectly safe now."
After awhile she reluctantly covered him with the blanket. When he really woke up a few hours later, she was holding a cold cloth to his head. "Mom?" he asked, which was kind of sweet in a way. Lorraine liked that she was probably the first girl who'd ever taken care of him like this (even though she'd be really happy when he realized his mistake).