Fanfic: Sex With The Ex - Chapter 5
Title: Sex With The Ex
Pairing: Sharon/Husband, also Sharon/Andy in later chapters.
Rating: M / 18+
Synopsis: A phone call, that’s how it usually starts. She looks at the screen and licks her lips before sliding her finger over the screen in order to take the call. His name rolls sensually on her tongue, and she knows that he is expecting her.
Warning: This chapter includes subtle mentions of sexual abuse.
Rusty walked into the room, unsure what to expect. For a moment he doubted his ability to get anything out of the girl. He didn't trust a single person when he was in a similar state, not even the people who wanted to help him. He felt his stomach fluttering with a feeling he wasn't quite sure how to call; it wasn't exactly fear, but it also wasn't excitement. It was something in between those two consuming emotions.
The girl was sitting in a hospital bed and looking at her lunch as if it was a lifelong enemy. Her right arm was held in a sling and she was trying to open a container of chocolate pudding with her teeth.
"You're gonna break your teeth on that," he said and snatched it from her, ignoring her frown. He removed the aluminum lid and handed it back to her. She put it down on the tray and grabbed her spoon, dipping it in the container. Rusty noticed that she was struggling to bring it back out without spilling it. "Let me," he said and took the spoon from her, bringing it to her mouth. "I'm Rusty," he introduced himself.
"Lilly," her voice was brittle and hoarse, as if her vocal chords were numb. Rusty pulled a chair and examined her. Her hair was deep brown and her eyes were slate grey. She had a long nose, but not too long to be considered pretty and her cheekbones were high. Her nose was slightly freckled which gave her a very innocent appearance. She must have looked stunning with makeup, but in this hospital bed, she looked simple and small. She couldn't be older than 15, he thought.
"Got a last name, Lilly?"
"Do you?" she retorted. "Who are you?"
"I just want to help you," he replied. "I know where you've been. I've been there too." Lilly looked away from him. He could see that she was trying to ignore his presence. "Look, you might not believe me, but I'm on your side." She turned to look at him again and he could almost see the thoughts forming inside her head. He still remembered how hard it was to learn to trust someone else. It took him a few months and he hoped that Lilly will be able to trust him enough to tell him her full name. He could feel his body tensing, the blood rushing through his veins. He almost shivered with the amount of need that filled him. He needed to help this girl realize that he really wanted what was best for her. He wondered if this was the way Sharon felt when he shut her down. Lilly looked into his eyes and he fought the urge to avert his gaze from her. Eyes were the mirror to the soul, or so they say.
"Sullivan. It's Lilly Sullivan," she whispered as she came to a conclusion. She motioned towards the pudding container with her healthy hand. "Are you gonna to help me with that?"
Rusty walked out of the room and felt an immediate relief to see Sharon. Simply landing his eyes on her gave him a comforting feeling. He could feel some tension between Sharon and Andy, as if something with those two was slightly off, but he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to stick his nose into their business. All he knew was that something happened between them while he was in Lilly's room.
"Her name is Lilly Sullivan, she'll be 15 in a couple of weeks, been in the streets for nearly a year," he said. "She said she was too tired to tell me anything else, but she trusts me, so maybe later or tomorrow I can come back again and talk to her some more." He looked at Sharon with big, hopeful eyes.
"Great job, Rusty." Sharon said. "Lieutenant, please go back to the station and run her name, see if she has any family." Andy nodded and went away. She turned back to Rusty, "How are you feeling, honey?" she asked and he could see the concern that was registered across her face.
"I think that I can make a real difference, you know. She needs a friend and I can be that for her." His eyes were shining and Sharon brushed her hand down his arm and pursed her lips.
"I'm proud of you, Rusty. I know it must have been hard for you and if this is helping you come to terms with everything that you've been through, you've got my support." Her voice was emotional and even though Rusty knew that she was against the idea before he went into Lilly's room, he was sure she understood him now.
"You gave me a chance to change my life and you never judged me for who I am or what I did. I just want to give her the same chance." Rusty shrugged. Sharon contemplated his words for a moment and then nodded in understanding.
"Well, we should get you home and you can come visit her again tomorrow after school," she said and wrapped her arm around his shoulder as they walked down the hall towards the elevator.
Lilly tried to get out of bed, only to discover that with her right hand in a sling and a pair of disobedient feet, it was almost unfeasible. It didn't stop her from trying again and she found herself on the sticky linoleum floor. She felt cool air on her behind and she realized that her hospital gown was open in the back. She let out a string of swearwords that would make a drunken sailor blush.
Someone kneeled beside her and she felt an arm being wrapped around her body and supporting her weight. Gentle fingers moved the hair from her face and she could see a pair of emerald green eyes looking into hers. She's never seen such green eyes in her life and it was intriguing to stare into them, just so she could take in the color.
"Lilly, isn't it?" the woman said. Her voice was warm and smooth, encompassing and almost chocolaty. Lilly nodded slowly. "I'm Sharon," Lilly looked at her without saying a word. "You're not supposed to be out of bed, honey." Sharon helped her up and back into bed. "What were you trying to get? I can get it for you."
"I just wanted to go out for some air. This room is ugly and stuffy and this fucking bed is probably the worst I've ever laid on, and I've been in some really crappy beds." Lilly said. Her own voice sounded strange to her; it was smoky and hoarse.
"I can try to arrange for you to be taken out to get some air," Sharon said.
"Who are you? Another ex-hooker coming to tell me how good life can be for me if I just do what you say?" Lilly asked, "I preferred the dude who came in yesterday. He was funny, at least."
"Actually, I'm his foster mother," Sharon admitted. She could understand the frustration Lilly was feeling. Being stuck in a bed for days with no visitors could be very difficult. "He's at school now, but he'll come by later. I was hoping we could have a little chat."
"Are you a reporter?"
"No, I'm a police Captain. I'm investigating the murders that took place at the warehouse where you were found." Sharon explained. She wasn't sure what it was about the girl, but she liked her, despite her angry attitude and bitterness that was so typical for frustrated teens.
"I don't remember anything, so you're wasting your time," Lilly said.
"Well, then tell me a little about yourself. What do you like to eat?" Sharon asked. Her experience with Rusty taught her that it's nearly impossible to get all the truth out at once and it was better to start with questions that would not trigger any disturbing memories.
"Pizza," Lilly replied but looked at Sharon with suspicious eyes.
"Just like Rusty," Sharon grinned. "He really liked you."
"Of course he did. All men like me." Lilly retorted.
"No, I mean, not like that. He thought that you were nice. He said you have a good sense of humor."
"We didn't talk for a long time," Lilly said.
"Hopefully, you'll get to spend more time together today." Sharon smiled at her. She could already see the effect that Rusty and Lilly had on each other.
"When do I get out of here?"
"Lilly, did anyone explain to you why you're in the hospital?" Sharon wondered. Not only was this girl not supposed to be out of bed, she was lucky to be alive at all.
"No one talks to me. The stupid nurse just comes in and sticks needles into this thing," Lilly pointed at the IV in her arm. "And the doctor just looks at my chart."
"When we found you, there was a hook going through your shoulder and it caused a lot of damage to the muscles in your arm. The doctors operated on your arm when you came in here, but there's an infection," Sharon paused to let the girl a moment to take in the information. "Right now, they're trying to cure the infection and if that doesn't work, you might need to undergo another surgery." Lilly's eyes widened and Sharon could see the desperation in them.
"I don't wanna stay here," she could barely utter the words. "I don't want another surgery. I don't have time for this. I can get well on my own."
"Lilly, you can't get well on your own." It was clear to Sharon that the girl did not understand the severity of her condition. "The surgery the doctors are talking about is a very difficult one. They might need to amputate part of your arm," she tried to say the words as softly as she could and avoid dramatic tones. She hated to be the one giving such bad news to the girl.
"You are just trying to scare me," Lilly said in disbelief.
"No, honey, I am not." Sharon replied. An expression of terror spread across Lilly's face as she detected the sincerity in Sharon's voice.
"I don't want them to cut my hand off." She called out. "Please don't let them. I'll tell you everything you want to know, just tell 'em not to cut my hand off." The fingers of her healthy arm clenched Sharon's sleeve.
"I'm sure the doctors will do everything they can in order to save your arm." Sharon rarely felt as uncomfortable as she did now. She knew that the chances of an amputation taking place were quite high and she couldn't bring herself to lie to the girl.
"Please, please… I'll do anything you say," Tears rolled down Lilly's face and Sharon could feel her own heart contract as if someone held it in a death grip. She wrapped her arm around Lilly's slender body and pulled her into a tight embrace. She couldn't do anything about Lilly's injured arm, but she could definitely try to console the weeping girl. Her fingers stroked Lilly's messy hair as the girl sobbed into the jacket of Sharon's Armani suit, her tears leaving stains that might never come off.
Pairing: Sharon/Husband, also Sharon/Andy in later chapters.
Rating: M / 18+
Synopsis: A phone call, that’s how it usually starts. She looks at the screen and licks her lips before sliding her finger over the screen in order to take the call. His name rolls sensually on her tongue, and she knows that he is expecting her.
Warning: This chapter includes subtle mentions of sexual abuse.
Rusty walked into the room, unsure what to expect. For a moment he doubted his ability to get anything out of the girl. He didn't trust a single person when he was in a similar state, not even the people who wanted to help him. He felt his stomach fluttering with a feeling he wasn't quite sure how to call; it wasn't exactly fear, but it also wasn't excitement. It was something in between those two consuming emotions.
The girl was sitting in a hospital bed and looking at her lunch as if it was a lifelong enemy. Her right arm was held in a sling and she was trying to open a container of chocolate pudding with her teeth.
"You're gonna break your teeth on that," he said and snatched it from her, ignoring her frown. He removed the aluminum lid and handed it back to her. She put it down on the tray and grabbed her spoon, dipping it in the container. Rusty noticed that she was struggling to bring it back out without spilling it. "Let me," he said and took the spoon from her, bringing it to her mouth. "I'm Rusty," he introduced himself.
"Lilly," her voice was brittle and hoarse, as if her vocal chords were numb. Rusty pulled a chair and examined her. Her hair was deep brown and her eyes were slate grey. She had a long nose, but not too long to be considered pretty and her cheekbones were high. Her nose was slightly freckled which gave her a very innocent appearance. She must have looked stunning with makeup, but in this hospital bed, she looked simple and small. She couldn't be older than 15, he thought.
"Got a last name, Lilly?"
"Do you?" she retorted. "Who are you?"
"I just want to help you," he replied. "I know where you've been. I've been there too." Lilly looked away from him. He could see that she was trying to ignore his presence. "Look, you might not believe me, but I'm on your side." She turned to look at him again and he could almost see the thoughts forming inside her head. He still remembered how hard it was to learn to trust someone else. It took him a few months and he hoped that Lilly will be able to trust him enough to tell him her full name. He could feel his body tensing, the blood rushing through his veins. He almost shivered with the amount of need that filled him. He needed to help this girl realize that he really wanted what was best for her. He wondered if this was the way Sharon felt when he shut her down. Lilly looked into his eyes and he fought the urge to avert his gaze from her. Eyes were the mirror to the soul, or so they say.
"Sullivan. It's Lilly Sullivan," she whispered as she came to a conclusion. She motioned towards the pudding container with her healthy hand. "Are you gonna to help me with that?"
Rusty walked out of the room and felt an immediate relief to see Sharon. Simply landing his eyes on her gave him a comforting feeling. He could feel some tension between Sharon and Andy, as if something with those two was slightly off, but he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to stick his nose into their business. All he knew was that something happened between them while he was in Lilly's room.
"Her name is Lilly Sullivan, she'll be 15 in a couple of weeks, been in the streets for nearly a year," he said. "She said she was too tired to tell me anything else, but she trusts me, so maybe later or tomorrow I can come back again and talk to her some more." He looked at Sharon with big, hopeful eyes.
"Great job, Rusty." Sharon said. "Lieutenant, please go back to the station and run her name, see if she has any family." Andy nodded and went away. She turned back to Rusty, "How are you feeling, honey?" she asked and he could see the concern that was registered across her face.
"I think that I can make a real difference, you know. She needs a friend and I can be that for her." His eyes were shining and Sharon brushed her hand down his arm and pursed her lips.
"I'm proud of you, Rusty. I know it must have been hard for you and if this is helping you come to terms with everything that you've been through, you've got my support." Her voice was emotional and even though Rusty knew that she was against the idea before he went into Lilly's room, he was sure she understood him now.
"You gave me a chance to change my life and you never judged me for who I am or what I did. I just want to give her the same chance." Rusty shrugged. Sharon contemplated his words for a moment and then nodded in understanding.
"Well, we should get you home and you can come visit her again tomorrow after school," she said and wrapped her arm around his shoulder as they walked down the hall towards the elevator.
Lilly tried to get out of bed, only to discover that with her right hand in a sling and a pair of disobedient feet, it was almost unfeasible. It didn't stop her from trying again and she found herself on the sticky linoleum floor. She felt cool air on her behind and she realized that her hospital gown was open in the back. She let out a string of swearwords that would make a drunken sailor blush.
Someone kneeled beside her and she felt an arm being wrapped around her body and supporting her weight. Gentle fingers moved the hair from her face and she could see a pair of emerald green eyes looking into hers. She's never seen such green eyes in her life and it was intriguing to stare into them, just so she could take in the color.
"Lilly, isn't it?" the woman said. Her voice was warm and smooth, encompassing and almost chocolaty. Lilly nodded slowly. "I'm Sharon," Lilly looked at her without saying a word. "You're not supposed to be out of bed, honey." Sharon helped her up and back into bed. "What were you trying to get? I can get it for you."
"I just wanted to go out for some air. This room is ugly and stuffy and this fucking bed is probably the worst I've ever laid on, and I've been in some really crappy beds." Lilly said. Her own voice sounded strange to her; it was smoky and hoarse.
"I can try to arrange for you to be taken out to get some air," Sharon said.
"Who are you? Another ex-hooker coming to tell me how good life can be for me if I just do what you say?" Lilly asked, "I preferred the dude who came in yesterday. He was funny, at least."
"Actually, I'm his foster mother," Sharon admitted. She could understand the frustration Lilly was feeling. Being stuck in a bed for days with no visitors could be very difficult. "He's at school now, but he'll come by later. I was hoping we could have a little chat."
"Are you a reporter?"
"No, I'm a police Captain. I'm investigating the murders that took place at the warehouse where you were found." Sharon explained. She wasn't sure what it was about the girl, but she liked her, despite her angry attitude and bitterness that was so typical for frustrated teens.
"I don't remember anything, so you're wasting your time," Lilly said.
"Well, then tell me a little about yourself. What do you like to eat?" Sharon asked. Her experience with Rusty taught her that it's nearly impossible to get all the truth out at once and it was better to start with questions that would not trigger any disturbing memories.
"Pizza," Lilly replied but looked at Sharon with suspicious eyes.
"Just like Rusty," Sharon grinned. "He really liked you."
"Of course he did. All men like me." Lilly retorted.
"No, I mean, not like that. He thought that you were nice. He said you have a good sense of humor."
"We didn't talk for a long time," Lilly said.
"Hopefully, you'll get to spend more time together today." Sharon smiled at her. She could already see the effect that Rusty and Lilly had on each other.
"When do I get out of here?"
"Lilly, did anyone explain to you why you're in the hospital?" Sharon wondered. Not only was this girl not supposed to be out of bed, she was lucky to be alive at all.
"No one talks to me. The stupid nurse just comes in and sticks needles into this thing," Lilly pointed at the IV in her arm. "And the doctor just looks at my chart."
"When we found you, there was a hook going through your shoulder and it caused a lot of damage to the muscles in your arm. The doctors operated on your arm when you came in here, but there's an infection," Sharon paused to let the girl a moment to take in the information. "Right now, they're trying to cure the infection and if that doesn't work, you might need to undergo another surgery." Lilly's eyes widened and Sharon could see the desperation in them.
"I don't wanna stay here," she could barely utter the words. "I don't want another surgery. I don't have time for this. I can get well on my own."
"Lilly, you can't get well on your own." It was clear to Sharon that the girl did not understand the severity of her condition. "The surgery the doctors are talking about is a very difficult one. They might need to amputate part of your arm," she tried to say the words as softly as she could and avoid dramatic tones. She hated to be the one giving such bad news to the girl.
"You are just trying to scare me," Lilly said in disbelief.
"No, honey, I am not." Sharon replied. An expression of terror spread across Lilly's face as she detected the sincerity in Sharon's voice.
"I don't want them to cut my hand off." She called out. "Please don't let them. I'll tell you everything you want to know, just tell 'em not to cut my hand off." The fingers of her healthy arm clenched Sharon's sleeve.
"I'm sure the doctors will do everything they can in order to save your arm." Sharon rarely felt as uncomfortable as she did now. She knew that the chances of an amputation taking place were quite high and she couldn't bring herself to lie to the girl.
"Please, please… I'll do anything you say," Tears rolled down Lilly's face and Sharon could feel her own heart contract as if someone held it in a death grip. She wrapped her arm around Lilly's slender body and pulled her into a tight embrace. She couldn't do anything about Lilly's injured arm, but she could definitely try to console the weeping girl. Her fingers stroked Lilly's messy hair as the girl sobbed into the jacket of Sharon's Armani suit, her tears leaving stains that might never come off.