RP LOG with learninghearts | Stayed
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It was well into the wee hours of the morning by the time Aimee got back from work after being called in. For some reason, she had expected to arrive back at her place to find both Serena and Dave gone. After the headache thing, she couldn't help wondering if he was trying to fob her off with the sex thing. Maybe he just wasn't ready, but she was scared to ask why, in case it was an issue with her. Kicking off her shoes at the door was heaven, and her apartment still had a faint aroma of pizza to it. It was only when she was stooping to put her keys and bag down onto the coffee table that she spotted a pair of male shoes on the floor by the sofa, and then a familiar leather jacket draped over the arms of one of the recliners. She broke into a smile, unable to hold it back and then tiptoed up the hall to her bedroom, pushing the door open hesitantly. The sight of Dave curled up asleep in her bed in the soft stream of light coming through the edge of the curtains set a warmth washing over her all over again.
He stayed. He stayed, to sleep in her bed, to wait for her.
There was no fighting the urge to just stand there in the doorway and watch him sleep. She couldn't believe he was still there. Maybe she had just really underestimated him, and jumped to stupid conclusions in her mind. She should have talked it out more with Serena so her friend could tell her she was being an idiot. After her tough night at work, this was a sight she was more than ready to welcome. It was the first night he had spent at her place, and she wasn't even here. Her overthinking really was getting ridiculous, she needed to just wake up and smell the roses. He was here, in her bed, and she that wasn't something she was going to take for granted. She stepped out of her jeans and pulled off her top, trying to remain as quiet as possible as she did. He seemed to be sleeping deeply, though, and she remembered how tuckered out he looked earlier, not to mention the headache. She peered over at him, noting that he had his t-shirt on, so she plucked one of her own from her draw and tugged it on. She didn't want to freak him out by getting into bed in just her knickers if he woke up at some point.
She just didn't anticipate it would be so soon. As she was easing into bed, trying extra hard not to wake him up by jolting the mattress, he stirred anyway and Aimee winced guiltily as she touched her fingers softly to his cheek. "Shhhh... go back to sleep, sweetheart," she whispered and then kissed his forehead. She finally got down in under the covers and just lay still for a moment, hoping she hadn't completely woken him up. It also felt far too good slipping into a bed that was warm from another body. She about to curl up to try and sleep when Dave shifted again, rolling over with a soft, sleepy hum to hug up against her. She smiled, returning the embrace, entwining together easily as she slipped her leg in between his and started to rub his back. "How are you feeling? Did you hear from Chris?"
"Head's not hurting so much," Dave mumbled huskily and then cleared his throat softly. His eyes were still closed as he nuzzled in against her shoulder and tried to fight off the sleepiness. Even if it was just for a few moments and hovering on the edge of sleep again, he missed her and wanted to spend a bit of time with her. Both being surgical residents, they were going to have to take whatever they could get. He was glad it had led to a chance for him to talk to Serena one-on-one, though. They probably both needed it, even if he hadn't meant to dump everything on her like he did, and it meant she hadn't had to be alone while she sat around and worried about Chris. "He sent a text, said we didn't need to worry. 'Course, we still would, but at least we knew he was okay. Serena went home 'round ten. Early start. How was the surgery?"
Aimee was quiet for a moment before she sighed. "Patient died. Twenty two year old college student with cardiomyopathy. It was risky to start with, but he wanted it and so did his family. He was going to eventually need a heart transplant, but nothing viable had come up. This was in hopes to buy him some time when he started to have more complications. They thought the odds of 65% chance he would survive the surgery were pretty good, just not good enough. Still the downside of the job though, the heart is a very tricky thing, on all levels. It's nice to come home to a cuddle. You're adorable and you don't snore. How did I get so lucky?"
Dave chucked softly and pressed a small trail of over her cheek and jaw to reach her lips. "Hey, it's early days. I'm sure you'll find something about me that irks you soon enough. I'm still a man at the end of the day. I'm sorry about your patient, babe. It's easy to put on a brave face, but I know it's impossible not to walk away with that guilty defeat in your gut that you didn't quite do enough. Today's been pretty heavy all around, it seems. Sometimes you just need someone."
He smelt good, too, and Aimee knew she was already addicted to his cologne. But even lying in bed, he still had that sweet, delicious scent about him. His arms were strong and warm, and his lips were soft with their kisses. He looked and sounded so sleepy and cute. She knew she was keeping him awake, and had probably woken him out of a deep sleep. She turned her head and looked at his face, his blue eyes heavy-lidded as he watched her, probably trying to figure out if she was okay. Right then, she couldn't believe he would ever be capable of irking her... far from it, actually. She couldn't believe she had gotten so lucky, and she knew she had been a lost cause the moment she spotted him across the hospital courtyard with Chris. Then it went beyond his gorgeous appearance, and a body that was so her type it never failed to make her warm when she perved on him. He was a sweetheart, he had a cheeky streak, and he was caring. Their date had been unforgettable, and she had laughed more that night with him than she had in a very long time. They just clicked, and she didn't think she had ever really just clicked with anyone in her life. All her prior relationships had all been hard work. There was nothing hard about Dave... except one thing, it seemed, that she suddenly became aware of against her leg.
Aimee managed to stifle the fact that a small gasp of surprise caught in her throat. From the feel of it, her suspicions were correct, and he was definitely not anatomically challenged below the belt. He was tired, and he needed sleep. They both did. But there was no way she could ignore this. In fact, a heated arousal was washing over her before she could stop it and she breached the gap between them to catch his lips with hers and started kissing him. It was slow and soft at first, exploring his mouth with hers, and their tongues brushing softly together. It inevitably deepened, though, and she slipped her hand up under his t-shirt to run her palm over the toned planes of his stomach and chest. A flash of an urge to feel him inside her hit her and she hummed softly into the kiss, the want making her hungry to just get him closer.
Dave wasn't naive enough to think that she would notice his raging hard-on. Back when you're a teenage guy, you think that if you ignore it hard enough, no one will notice. But he wasn't a teenage guy anymore. He was a grown man, and he was in bed with an extremely sexy woman whom he had been desperate to get his hands on from the moment he met her. With nothing but a couple of t-shirts and underwear between them, it was impossible to stop his body reacting, despite what they were talking about. It had been quite awhile since he had sex, and he really, really wanted her. He might have been trying to do the right thing, take it at a steady pace and not just make the mistake of diving into bed together and not enjoying the process of meeting someone new and learning about them, but there always came a time where you could only hold out so long, right? A time where the emotional respect got leap-frogged by a physical need and want. You had to get to know each other physically as well as emotionally.
He shifted so he could lie on top of her, the kiss not breaking even despite the change position. Maybe it was a little reckless so late at night, and after a clearly stressful day. Both of them were tired, and he still had that hazy post-sleep fogginess. It din't feel wrong, though. In fact, it felt very, very right, and he broke the kiss, only to smile down at her and push her t-shirt up her slender body and over her head. The kiss picked up where it left off, but Aimee was already working to try and divest him of his shirt also and they had to break off again, and he laughed softly, moving enough to aid her getting the restrictive fabric up over his head. But he suddenly couldn't get enough of her lips, and just needed to keep kissing her. She didn't seem to have any protests and met him in the hunger of it.
It was times like this Aimee wished she could snap her fingers and make articles of clothing disappear. They still had their underwear on, but she could feel his erection between her legs through it and it was driving her wild in the kiss. His skin was so warm, and despite wanting to trail her tongue over every single inch of him, she was too distracted in the heated kisses for it to stop yet. But the curiousity got the better of her, and she slipped a hand in between them to push a hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his erection. A gasp of pleasure caught in her throat and she had to break out of the kiss to catch her breath. The anticipation of this that had been building in her since she met him all came rushing to the forefront and she let her fingers explore over his cock, dipping lower to his balls. "Hmm... yess..." she hissed softly and caught her lower lip between his. "I need you out of those boxers, doctor, and stat, or there could be a high risk of cardiac arrest... on my part."
Dave laughed breathlessly, pausing in the embrace to gaze down at her in the soft stream of light from the street lamps outside. "So, we're doing this?" he murmured, meeting her lips in another serious of brief kisses that they didn't seem to be able to resist. He let out a sharp breath and had to drop his head onto her shoulder for a moment with a soft expletive at feeling her warm hand wrapped around his dick, that would probably whimper desperately right now if it had the capacity to do so. "... you have amazing hands."
Aimee reached over and plucked a string of condoms from her bedside drawer, too distracted to even think about just trying to get one torn off. They could deal with that in a moment. Her hand disappeared under the covers again so she could hook her fingers into the waist of his boxers and start pulling them down over his hips. She paused when they were just to his thighs and indulged in smoothing her hand over his bare butt, inhaling sharply and then smiling up at him. Her lips brushed against his as she nodded. "We're doing this," she confirmed right before picking up those delicious warm kisses, right where they left off.
Word Count | 2,126
It was well into the wee hours of the morning by the time Aimee got back from work after being called in. For some reason, she had expected to arrive back at her place to find both Serena and Dave gone. After the headache thing, she couldn't help wondering if he was trying to fob her off with the sex thing. Maybe he just wasn't ready, but she was scared to ask why, in case it was an issue with her. Kicking off her shoes at the door was heaven, and her apartment still had a faint aroma of pizza to it. It was only when she was stooping to put her keys and bag down onto the coffee table that she spotted a pair of male shoes on the floor by the sofa, and then a familiar leather jacket draped over the arms of one of the recliners. She broke into a smile, unable to hold it back and then tiptoed up the hall to her bedroom, pushing the door open hesitantly. The sight of Dave curled up asleep in her bed in the soft stream of light coming through the edge of the curtains set a warmth washing over her all over again.
He stayed. He stayed, to sleep in her bed, to wait for her.
There was no fighting the urge to just stand there in the doorway and watch him sleep. She couldn't believe he was still there. Maybe she had just really underestimated him, and jumped to stupid conclusions in her mind. She should have talked it out more with Serena so her friend could tell her she was being an idiot. After her tough night at work, this was a sight she was more than ready to welcome. It was the first night he had spent at her place, and she wasn't even here. Her overthinking really was getting ridiculous, she needed to just wake up and smell the roses. He was here, in her bed, and she that wasn't something she was going to take for granted. She stepped out of her jeans and pulled off her top, trying to remain as quiet as possible as she did. He seemed to be sleeping deeply, though, and she remembered how tuckered out he looked earlier, not to mention the headache. She peered over at him, noting that he had his t-shirt on, so she plucked one of her own from her draw and tugged it on. She didn't want to freak him out by getting into bed in just her knickers if he woke up at some point.
She just didn't anticipate it would be so soon. As she was easing into bed, trying extra hard not to wake him up by jolting the mattress, he stirred anyway and Aimee winced guiltily as she touched her fingers softly to his cheek. "Shhhh... go back to sleep, sweetheart," she whispered and then kissed his forehead. She finally got down in under the covers and just lay still for a moment, hoping she hadn't completely woken him up. It also felt far too good slipping into a bed that was warm from another body. She about to curl up to try and sleep when Dave shifted again, rolling over with a soft, sleepy hum to hug up against her. She smiled, returning the embrace, entwining together easily as she slipped her leg in between his and started to rub his back. "How are you feeling? Did you hear from Chris?"
"Head's not hurting so much," Dave mumbled huskily and then cleared his throat softly. His eyes were still closed as he nuzzled in against her shoulder and tried to fight off the sleepiness. Even if it was just for a few moments and hovering on the edge of sleep again, he missed her and wanted to spend a bit of time with her. Both being surgical residents, they were going to have to take whatever they could get. He was glad it had led to a chance for him to talk to Serena one-on-one, though. They probably both needed it, even if he hadn't meant to dump everything on her like he did, and it meant she hadn't had to be alone while she sat around and worried about Chris. "He sent a text, said we didn't need to worry. 'Course, we still would, but at least we knew he was okay. Serena went home 'round ten. Early start. How was the surgery?"
Aimee was quiet for a moment before she sighed. "Patient died. Twenty two year old college student with cardiomyopathy. It was risky to start with, but he wanted it and so did his family. He was going to eventually need a heart transplant, but nothing viable had come up. This was in hopes to buy him some time when he started to have more complications. They thought the odds of 65% chance he would survive the surgery were pretty good, just not good enough. Still the downside of the job though, the heart is a very tricky thing, on all levels. It's nice to come home to a cuddle. You're adorable and you don't snore. How did I get so lucky?"
Dave chucked softly and pressed a small trail of over her cheek and jaw to reach her lips. "Hey, it's early days. I'm sure you'll find something about me that irks you soon enough. I'm still a man at the end of the day. I'm sorry about your patient, babe. It's easy to put on a brave face, but I know it's impossible not to walk away with that guilty defeat in your gut that you didn't quite do enough. Today's been pretty heavy all around, it seems. Sometimes you just need someone."
He smelt good, too, and Aimee knew she was already addicted to his cologne. But even lying in bed, he still had that sweet, delicious scent about him. His arms were strong and warm, and his lips were soft with their kisses. He looked and sounded so sleepy and cute. She knew she was keeping him awake, and had probably woken him out of a deep sleep. She turned her head and looked at his face, his blue eyes heavy-lidded as he watched her, probably trying to figure out if she was okay. Right then, she couldn't believe he would ever be capable of irking her... far from it, actually. She couldn't believe she had gotten so lucky, and she knew she had been a lost cause the moment she spotted him across the hospital courtyard with Chris. Then it went beyond his gorgeous appearance, and a body that was so her type it never failed to make her warm when she perved on him. He was a sweetheart, he had a cheeky streak, and he was caring. Their date had been unforgettable, and she had laughed more that night with him than she had in a very long time. They just clicked, and she didn't think she had ever really just clicked with anyone in her life. All her prior relationships had all been hard work. There was nothing hard about Dave... except one thing, it seemed, that she suddenly became aware of against her leg.
Aimee managed to stifle the fact that a small gasp of surprise caught in her throat. From the feel of it, her suspicions were correct, and he was definitely not anatomically challenged below the belt. He was tired, and he needed sleep. They both did. But there was no way she could ignore this. In fact, a heated arousal was washing over her before she could stop it and she breached the gap between them to catch his lips with hers and started kissing him. It was slow and soft at first, exploring his mouth with hers, and their tongues brushing softly together. It inevitably deepened, though, and she slipped her hand up under his t-shirt to run her palm over the toned planes of his stomach and chest. A flash of an urge to feel him inside her hit her and she hummed softly into the kiss, the want making her hungry to just get him closer.
Dave wasn't naive enough to think that she would notice his raging hard-on. Back when you're a teenage guy, you think that if you ignore it hard enough, no one will notice. But he wasn't a teenage guy anymore. He was a grown man, and he was in bed with an extremely sexy woman whom he had been desperate to get his hands on from the moment he met her. With nothing but a couple of t-shirts and underwear between them, it was impossible to stop his body reacting, despite what they were talking about. It had been quite awhile since he had sex, and he really, really wanted her. He might have been trying to do the right thing, take it at a steady pace and not just make the mistake of diving into bed together and not enjoying the process of meeting someone new and learning about them, but there always came a time where you could only hold out so long, right? A time where the emotional respect got leap-frogged by a physical need and want. You had to get to know each other physically as well as emotionally.
He shifted so he could lie on top of her, the kiss not breaking even despite the change position. Maybe it was a little reckless so late at night, and after a clearly stressful day. Both of them were tired, and he still had that hazy post-sleep fogginess. It din't feel wrong, though. In fact, it felt very, very right, and he broke the kiss, only to smile down at her and push her t-shirt up her slender body and over her head. The kiss picked up where it left off, but Aimee was already working to try and divest him of his shirt also and they had to break off again, and he laughed softly, moving enough to aid her getting the restrictive fabric up over his head. But he suddenly couldn't get enough of her lips, and just needed to keep kissing her. She didn't seem to have any protests and met him in the hunger of it.
It was times like this Aimee wished she could snap her fingers and make articles of clothing disappear. They still had their underwear on, but she could feel his erection between her legs through it and it was driving her wild in the kiss. His skin was so warm, and despite wanting to trail her tongue over every single inch of him, she was too distracted in the heated kisses for it to stop yet. But the curiousity got the better of her, and she slipped a hand in between them to push a hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his erection. A gasp of pleasure caught in her throat and she had to break out of the kiss to catch her breath. The anticipation of this that had been building in her since she met him all came rushing to the forefront and she let her fingers explore over his cock, dipping lower to his balls. "Hmm... yess..." she hissed softly and caught her lower lip between his. "I need you out of those boxers, doctor, and stat, or there could be a high risk of cardiac arrest... on my part."
Dave laughed breathlessly, pausing in the embrace to gaze down at her in the soft stream of light from the street lamps outside. "So, we're doing this?" he murmured, meeting her lips in another serious of brief kisses that they didn't seem to be able to resist. He let out a sharp breath and had to drop his head onto her shoulder for a moment with a soft expletive at feeling her warm hand wrapped around his dick, that would probably whimper desperately right now if it had the capacity to do so. "... you have amazing hands."
Aimee reached over and plucked a string of condoms from her bedside drawer, too distracted to even think about just trying to get one torn off. They could deal with that in a moment. Her hand disappeared under the covers again so she could hook her fingers into the waist of his boxers and start pulling them down over his hips. She paused when they were just to his thighs and indulged in smoothing her hand over his bare butt, inhaling sharply and then smiling up at him. Her lips brushed against his as she nodded. "We're doing this," she confirmed right before picking up those delicious warm kisses, right where they left off.
Word Count | 2,126