"I enjoyed playing doctor last night," it read.
Claire smiled, highlighted his sentence, clicked the "reply" button, and typed "What did you like about it?" beneath Jack's words.
She pressed "send" and went back to her research, after deleting both the incoming and outgoing messages, as she always did, when she and Jack exchanged personal messages at work.
She sat back after a moment, the smile growing bigger, and pondered the previous evening. It had been Halloween, and she had convinced Jack to escort her to the annual costume party given by her friend Carrie and her husband. After some initial hemming and hawing, she had been able to persuade Jack to go with her with the promise that she'd go in a nurse's costume --that was, of course, if Jack were to go in surgeon's scrubs.
A few minutes later there was another chime indicating new mail, and Claire clicked over to retrieve Jack's reply.
He'd highlighted her question and replied "Besides the get-up itself ... the doctor quite enjoyed his nurse begging him to take her against the wall in the stairwell."
*****
In spite of himself, Jack had found himself having a good time with Claire's friends, and their friends: he hadn't expected quite the age range, hadn't expected that Claire wouldn't be the only one of her friends involved with someone from another generation. No one had looked at him twice when Claire had introduced him as her boyfriend, only shook his hand and greeted him warmly.
As often happens to couples at parties, after a bit of time, Jack and Claire began to mingle separately. They ran into each other in Shane and Carrie's bedroom, Jack coming out of the bathroom, Claire waiting to go in.
"Hey stranger," said Claire, eyes brightening when Jack was standing before her, "Enjoying yourself?"
"I'd be enjoying myself a lot more if you were dressed like that and we were in my room ... or yours," he told her, dropping his hands to her waist and pulling her close.
"So not only did you want to be a doctor for Halloween... but you want to 'play' doctor?"
"Only with you, babe ... because it's so much fun," he said, voice lowering as he leaned in to plant a kiss on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, opening her mouth to him when she felt his tongue against her lips.
"Oh, excuse me," said a woman they'd been introduced to earlier, interrupting them. Neither could remember her name, and both mumbled something to the effect that there was nothing to excuse as they separated.
"I'll see you in a while," said Jack, moving to leave the bedroom, holding Claire's hand until he was too far away to hold it any longer. Claire entered the bathroom, regarding her flushed cheeks with pleasure for a moment.
Several moments later she rejoined the party, spying Jack across the room, talking with a group of people. They smiled slyly at one another, and turned their attentions back to their respective groups.
They met up sometime later in the kitchen, and finding themselves alone for a moment once again, took the opportunity for another impassioned kiss. Once again, they were interrupted, this time by Carrie, who smiled warmly, pleased that her friend seemed so happy. They rejoined the party as a couple this time, an arrangement which didn't last very long.
When the party had begun to thin, when they had to admit to themselves that they'd over-indulged in the evening's libations, Claire noticed Jack sitting alone on the sofa, smiling happily into his scotch. She went and stood in front of him.
"If your scotch is telling you jokes," she said in high spirits, cheeks flushed red from the alcohol she'd consumed, "You've had too much."
Jack reached out and took hold of one of her hands and pulled her down, so that she was leaning over him. The position afforded him quite a view down her dress and he smiled. "Wasn't the scotch," he told her.
"No? What was it?"
He sat up and leaned his face close to hers, "I was wondering how much effort it would be to talk you into giving me a sponge bath."
Claire tugged hard, pulling him up next to her, and whispered, "No sponge bath --G'night Shelly! Nice to meet you, David," she said, interrupting herself to say goodnight to some friends, before turning back to Jack and rising to her toes to whisper, "However, you might be able to talk me into a tongue bath..."
Jack felt his groin stir, instantly beginning to swell at the notion Claire'd just planted in his brain. He wrapped an arm around her, standing next to her, and against her temple, whispered, "Let's get out of here."
Claire nodded. They thanked their hosts, gathered their coats, and said goodbye to the remaining guests. In the hallway outside the apartment, they walked arm and arm to the elevator and pressed the down button. Looking up, they could see the elevator was at the 9th floor, on its way down. It would be several minutes before it made its way back up to the 15th floor, the floor they were on.
Jack turned and pulled Claire to him, warmed by too much scotch, by the sight of Claire in her nurse's outfit, and the words she'd uttered to him amidst a room full of people.
"I had a great time, tonight, babe, thank you," he said, kissing her softly. "Haven't enjoyed Halloween in a long time."
"Night's not over yet, lover," she told him before pulling his face down to hers for a kiss he felt all the way to his toes.
They wrapped their arms around each other, letting the kiss deepen until the elevator was dinging open. Jack moved to enter, trying to pull Claire in after him. "Think 15 floors is time enough?" he asked wickedly.
"Not for you, Mr. I-want-a-quickie-that-ends -up-lasting-an-hour," she teased.
"Damn," he replied, holding his finger against the "open" button, "I've always wanted to make love in an elevator. Coming?"
She shook her head. "Come here," she commanded, crooking her finger, indicating Jack should step out of the elevator.
"What're you up to?" he inquired, as she led him down the hall, towards a door with an exit sign. She pulled him with her into the stairwell, and led him down a flight, leaned over the rail to see if there was anyone coming up, then pushed Jack into a corner.
"Hey," he said, "No need for force...all you had to do was ask."
"Shut up and kiss me," she said, standing on her toes and leaning against his chest.
He complied, thoroughly, letting his hands glide down her back until he was cupping the firm globes of her behind, squeezing lightly.
"Mmmm," he sighed, "What's gotten into you?"
"Too much alcohol ... and watching you all night. Know how hot you've had me all night, dressed like you are?"
Jack beamed. "Not nearly as hot as you've made me," he told her, before crushing his lips to hers. He lifted her feet off the ground and spun them around, so that Claire's back was now to the wall.
"Not too hot, thankfully," she teased, "In those pants, everyone would have known."
"Sooooo..." he drawled, placing a hand on the wall on either side of Claire's head, "What, exactly, did you drag me to this semi-dark, quiet, out-of-the-way place for?"
"Because I have something I've been dying to show you since just a little bit after we were interrupted in Shane and Carrie's bedroom..."
"Really? Is it a trick, or a treat?" he asked, trailing a finger down her neck, stopping where the zipper of her costume began, just above the valley between her breasts.
"You might consider it a bit of both," she told him, reaching to the hidden inner pocket of her coat and retrieving a small piece of black fabric. "Hold out your hands."
He cupped his hands and she dropped the lacy satin fabric into them. He held the cloth up and to his utter delight, he discovered he was holding a pair of panties.
Claire smiled conspiratorially at him. "Happy Halloween."
"I don't think they'll fit me," he teased.
"They might ... but then, they'd probably be too tight, cutting off the blood flow to a certain ... appendage ... I'm so fond of."
"You're drunk," he said, shaking his head. He was ... almost.
"Tipsy."
"These are the ones you were wearing when you got here?" he asked her, knowing full well they were.
"I took them off because I was going to let you play doctor in the back of the cab on the way home."
He cocked an eyebrow at her. That statement made complete the swelling in his groin she'd begun with the statement she'd made earlier about the tongue-bath
"But then, looking at you in the elevator ... after thinking such wicked, naughty thoughts every time I looked at you tonight ... I thought, 'let's conduct that examination right here'."
"What, here?" he asked, looking around.
Claire nodded, letting her hands slide along Jack's sides, beneath his shirt. "Desperate times..."
"If it's an emergency..." his voice trailed off in a sigh as she pressed her body to his.
"I've got an itch I can't seem to scratch ... can you help me, Doctor?" her voice low, husky ... and incredibly sexy. Jack felt his stomach tighten.
"In the interest of medical science, I suppose I'll have to try," he whispered. Taking a step back, he reached up and began to draw the zipper of her nurse's uniform down several inches. He pulled the sides apart, revealing yet another surprise: the cups of the push-up bra she wore were designed to expose the nipples, the fabric stopping just beneath them.
"Beautiful," he murmured, pulling her against him again by dropping his hands to her hips and pulling her into him. He pressed his lips against her long, elegant neck. Dipping his head lower, he captured one of her nipples between his lips.
Claire's eyes slid closed and she sighed softly, the thrills slamming through her body magnified by the recklessness she felt, allowing Jack to kiss and caress her in a place where someone might conceivably discover them.
"You said something about an itch," he said, coming back up to kiss her lips.
"Mmmhmmm."
"Are you gonna tell me where, or am I going to have to conduct a little exploratory procedure?"
When he was kneeling before her, Jack reached out and began to trail his hands up over Claire's thighs, sliding beneath her skirt, drawing it up as they rubbed small circles up over her black-hosed thighs. Up over the garters, he encountered her flesh as he drew the skirt up to her waist. Slipping his hands around to clutch her tight buttocks, he drew her forward and kissed the smooth flesh of her pelvis.
"You're getting warm," she told him, reaching out to stroke his hair.
Jack leaned back for a moment to smile up at her. "Higher or lower?" he asked, voice faintly sarcastic.
"Lower," she gasped, leaning back, shocked at herself, at the two of them, yet too caught up in the whirlwind of reckless passion that had so quickly overtaken them.
She moaned softly, yet it seemed so loud to her, when his tongue began to graze the soft folds of her heated sex.
"Keep going?" he asked, looking up at her again after several blindingly pleasurable moments for Claire: he kept expecting her to put on the brakes, to say they'd gone too far in such an un-romantic, far from private place.
She bit her lip, nodding, and he dipped his head to lightly flick his tongue against the throbbing button of her womanhood. He brought one of his hands back around in front of her, gliding it along her inner thigh until she felt a finger gently pressing against the opening to her female passage. Suddenly, it slipped past the folds and Claire sighed heavily as he began to slowly work it in and out of her.
When he'd wrung the first knee-weakening orgasm from her, and showed no sign of ceasing his thorough "examination", Claire gripped his hair and pulled his head away. He looked up at her, then suddenly stood, backing her to the wall.
"Feeling better?"
Breathless, she kissed him soundly before replying, "I think I need more aggressive therapy."
"Mmmm...like what?" he asked, lowering his lips to the base of her throat.
Her hands were at his waist, tugging at the drawstring of his scrubs, pushing them down over his hips, pushing his boxers down. She craned her face into his and kissed him as he lifted her and pressed her closer to the wall. She wrapped her legs around him and in a series of quick moves, he was suddenly throbbing deep inside her. He kissed her hotly as he began to move, thrusting into her steadily, loving the feel of her clenched so tightly around him as she began to suck upon his lower lip. As his pace increased, she began biting gently on his lower lip. She'd never done that before, and it sent thrills of pleasure coursing through his veins.
She tore her head away, needing to catch a breath as the pressure in her stomach and loins increased, sending her spiraling higher towards passion's peak. Catching Jack's gaze, Claire smiled at him before her eyes slid shut again, abandoning herself to the wonderful things Jack was doing to her with his body. Her moans grew louder, as Jack's heavy sighs of pleasure filled her ears.
Jack felt his knees begin to shake as his crisis neared. "Oh, God, Claire..." he breathed, unable to form a complete thought, overwhelmed by the complete abandon of the act, by their utter surrender to their passion for one another.
"Mmmmm....ohhhh, yessss, Jack," she hissed through gritted teeth, gripping his shoulders so hard he felt her nails digging into his flesh.
"God, Claire... Come... Come with me now," he pleaded, thrusting as quickly as he could manage.
Suddenly, the white hot bolt of pleasure shot through his loins as he body shuddered, barely able to moan Claire's name as he poured his hot seed into her. His eyes snapped open and he sighed heavily as the quaking of his body subsided, kissing Claire's neck as she, too, recovered from the throes of her own incredible orgasm.
He eased out of her and gently lowered her to the floor, sagging against her, trapping her body between his, and the wall behind her.
"Another successful procedure," she said softly, kissing his chest.
"You amaze me ... I love you," he told her, planting a wet kiss against her temple as he reached to adjust her clothes back into a decent state. He pulled his own pants up and leaned in to kiss Claire, who stood quietly watching him, a tiny smile on her lips. "I know we've been sort of functioning under a no-sleep-over-on-work-nights policy lately ... but I want to stay with you tonight."
Claire nodded. "No argument here." She kissed him, then pulled him with her back into the hallway, toward the elevator. They were lucky to be alone, and it was only seconds before they were in each others' arms again.
"I can't get enough of you," Jack whispered against her neck as his hands reached for her breasts.
"I'm not complaining," she confessed, pulling his head back up so she might kiss him.
"Mmmm.... do I still get to play with you in the back seat of the cab?"
"Maybe ... or maybe I'll play with you," she stated cryptically as the door opened and they were in the lobby.
On the street, Jack hailed a cab and opened the door for Claire --his out of work chivalry always made her smile: he'd hold doors and pull chairs and help her into her coat when they were Jack-and-Claire, the couple, whereas these acts were neglected, in general, when they functioned as McCoy-and-Kincaid, attorneys.
Jack climbed in after her, and she scooted close to him, leaning back against the arm he draped around her. He gave the cab-driver Claire's address, then turned to beam at her. He kissed her forehead then faced forward again as she leaned against him and dropped a hand to his thigh.
When her hand began to glide towards his groin he knew she was making good on her offer to play with him. She reached the junction between his legs and lightly rubbed her palm against his now-limp manhood. He sighed deeply, fingers of pleasure beginning to spread through him again. He let his legs fall open and she reached further, gently cupping his scrotum through the fabric of the clothes he wore. He turned and kissed her temple and she turned her head to gaze at him. They eased into a tender kiss. For the duration of the cab ride, they kissed gently, looking at each other as Claire continued stimulating Jack so that he was sighing softly, almost fully aroused again by the time they were in front of her building.
When they pulled to the curb, Jack caught the cabby's eye in the rear view mirror, the man was leering at them, evidently congratulating Jack silently. He winked at Jack, who shook his head and smiled quickly at him, exiting the cab.
"You made me the envy of that cab driver, you know," he told her as they entered her building.
She chuckled as they entered the elevator. "I know ... he was barely paying attention to the road."
He pulled her close, "Did you like knowing you were being watched?"
"Tonight I did ... don't think I want to make a habit of it."
"Good ... because I prefer one on one ... without the audience."
"You didn't mind it much a few minutes ago," she teased just as they reached her floor.
"This whole night seems so ... surreal ... I never thought you'd let me make love to you somewhere like that...let alone that you'd initiate it," he told her softly, his lips near her ear as he slid his arm around her waist. They walked slowly down the hall, "But God! it made me so hot for you! And knowing that cabby would've killed to trade places with me was a helluva turn-on. One surprise after another with you tonight ... I like it."
They kissed in front of her front door for several thrilling moments. Laughing, Claire pulled back and tried the door. "When did we lose control of our hormones?"
"Must be the full moon. But it's a loss of control I can frankly say, right now, I don't miss very much."
"Neither do I," she murmured, pulling him into the foyer after her, pulling him into her arms. Their lips locked as they peeled each others' coats off. Claire broke away and pulled Jack with her down the hall to her bedroom. At the foot of her bed, they embraced again, falling into a kiss as passionate as any they'd shared in the stairwell.
Claire reached down to stroke his hardness beneath his clothes and Jack moaned against her mouth, mind beginning to whirl again, with too much scotch, with the intoxicating adventurousness she'd exhibited all night, and most importantly, with the feel of her small hand stroking him to aching rigidity.
"God! I love when you do that!" he groaned as her hand moved faster and pressed harder. She kicked her shoes off, his lips still tugging at hers.
"I love feeling you get hard in my hand," she whispered huskily, knowing the effect her words would have on him. True to form, he groaned.
She stopped for a moment to pull his shirt up over his head. Her hands glided over his chest, moving down, gliding over his rib cage, fluttering over his stomach until his pelvis contracted, tickled by her light touch as she slipped a hand into the pants of his surgeon's scrubs and beneath the waistband of his boxers. He succumbed easily as her hand tugged at the stiff length of him, sliding along the soft, ultra-sensitive skin, squeezing, pulling until Jack felt his knees going weak.
He reached for her shoulders and eased her away from him. "I can't stand anymore."
"No?" she whispered, eyes dancing, gently mocking him. "Sit down, then," she offered gently.
He sat, pulling her against him, kissing her until they were breathless. She pulled away and took a step backward. She unpinned her hair and the dark, silken strands tumbled about her shoulders, framing her delicate face. She reached to draw the zipper of her dress down. When it was at her navel, she moved to shrug it off her shoulders.
"Leave it on."
She smiled. "Okay."
She moved in and stood between his open legs and wrapped her arms around him.
"We're going to be exhausted tomorrow," she said softly.
"We'll go late."
"What'd you do with Jack McCoy?"
"I've got a few surprises of my own, you know."
"I know, baby ... predictable isn't an adjective I generally attach to you."
"What do you have in the morning?"
"An appointment at 10 I can postpone, one at 11:30 I can't."
"I don't have anything until afternoon. Postpone the first one," he told her, his hands pulling the sides of her costume open. "And no more shop talk until we get out of bed in the morning. I insist."
"No problem."
He reached up and slid his hands up the sides of her neck, cupping her head with his fingers tangled in her hair, and pulled her face down to his. He kissed her full on the lips. After a few moments, she felt him pressing harder and opened her mouth to him, their tongues tangling over and over again.
Claire began rubbing Jack's shoulders, massaging the flesh at the back of his neck, then trailing her hands over his chest and downward. She knelt suddenly, massaging his thighs through the thin, pale blue pants. She tugged at the string.
"Lift your hips," she told him, and tugged the pants and boxers from him. looking up at him, a look in her eye that told him he belonged to her, as much as she belonged to him.
He bent to kiss her, but she pushed him back, and leaned forward, kissing the indentation in the center of his chest, then made her tongue into a point and trailed it over to a nipple. He groaned as she worked the nub into a stiff peak, licking round and round. She took it into her mouth and sucked until he let out a low moan, then ran her tongue across to the other nipple.
She began moving downward, and Jack began to grow anxious. By the time she reached his navel, he was downright impatient. When she ran her hands along his inner thighs, he had to remind himself he was a gentleman. Finally, when he was sure he was going to expire, she lightly licked her way up the underside of his hardened shaft, causing him to nearly jump from his skin.
"Don't tease," he managed in a strangled whisper. Usually, the way she toyed with him was ultimately enjoyable: at the moment, however, he had no patience for teasing.
She took him into her mouth, running her lips down the hardened shaft as far as she could manage, bringing a hand up to supplement the workings of her hot mouth. Jack groaned, and brought his arms up and behind him, resting his head on his forearms, crossed beneath the contours of his head. He let his legs go limp, falling open further as he succumbed to the intensely pleasurable ministrations of his lover's mouth and tongue. She licked and sucked and stroked for many moments, one hand coming up to gently cup and squeeze his testicles. When they hugged closer to his body, when she knew his satisfaction was imminent, she trailed a finger beneath his heavy sac, gliding it along the soft flesh there.
Jack cried out, and at the precise moment he was going to come, Claire pressed her finger firmly against him. He shuddered, feeling something very similar to orgasm, but to his immense surprise, no fluid issued forth. His body quaked, and he let out a long, low moan, trying hard to hold on to some semblance of reality: he felt on another plane, felt almost outside himself as the intensity of something entirely unfamiliar to him left him gasping for breath. What shook him to the bone was the fact that his stomach was still tight, his manhood still firm and standing at full attention.
The possessive smile he'd noted on Claire's face earlier was still there, and he smiled back at her, unable to speak. She rose to her knees and moved up on the bed. Drawing her skirt up, she straddled Jack's hips and reached down between them. She gripped him in her hand and guided him into her dark, moist heat.
"Where ... where ... did you learn how to do that?" he gasped as she leaned down to kiss him.
"Cosmo's good for something," she stated matter-of-factly, then kissed him.
"I didn't think feminists read Cosmo?" he teased, letting his hands move to the sides of Claire's legs. He glided them up, holding her skirt up about her waist.
"Even feminists have vices," she replied, smiling down at him.
"Is that right?"
"Mmmhmm."
"I like that vice."
"Good."
"Any other neat tricks up your sleeve?"
"Maybe..." she said in a tone that told him there were, indeed, more tricks up her sleeve.
"Good."
They grew quiet, just gazing into one another's eyes, reveling in the warm glow suffusing their bodies, beginning where their bodies connected. After a time, Jack arched slightly upward and they sighed together.
Hands still on her waist, he arched up again, this time guiding her up and back down on him. Claire began to rise and fall of her own volition, loving the feeling of Jack's thick member sliding in and out of her. They quickly fell into a swift, steady pace, moving together in a perfect union that left them moaning, breathless with their passionate exertion.
As they moved together, Claire leaned slightly forward and ran her hands along Jack's chest and abdomen. She lightly pinched his nipples simultaneously. Jack groaned and lost his rhythm for several thrusts. She teased his nipples into stiff peaks, then leaned in to press her lips against his.
His hands came up to crush her breasts and her nipples grew taut beneath his palms. She plunged her tongue into the warm recess of his mouth, running it along his teeth, seeking out his tongue. Over and over their tongues wound round each other, until Claire, unable to draw a full breath, arched backward.
She paused momentarily and drew the constricting nurse's uniform up and over her head. Jack sat up and lavished Claire's neck and chest with kisses. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her demi-cup bra an and drew it off of her just before capturing a nipple between his lips. Rising slightly away from him, Claire draped her legs out behind Jack, wrapping them around his back, almost as though she were sitting Indian-style on his lap.
In this position he was able to penetrate her more deeply, though some freedom to thrust was curtailed. Claire continued to rise and fall as far as the position would allow, Jack's hands firmly clutching the smooth globes of her behind. Rocking back and forth slowly, they let go of a substantial degree of their frenzy, in favour of a slow, steady, intensely pleasurable building toward the apex of passion, watching each other all the while.
At long last, Claire began to feel that familiar, terrible, wonderfully intense tightening in her stomach and loins, and knew that her crisis neared. She pressed herself closer to Jack, holding him tighter, increasing the pressure of his pelvis against her throbbing womanly pearl. His clutch on her behind grew tighter, grinding her pelvis against him.
Suddenly, Claire knew she was about to come. She increased her pace as much as she could, and to her great surprise, rather than satisfaction, she had only pushed herself closer to the precipice of body shaking pleasure.
"Oh ... God ... I'm so close, Jack ..." she managed to gasp, closing her eyes in an attempt to will her body into orgasm.
"God, yes, babe," he whispered hotly against her ear, "Come.. come for me now."
"I ... I can't!" she practically sobbed, aroused to a fevered pitch, almost desperate in her need now, craving release more than she ever had before.
Ever the gentleman where Claire's pleasure was concerned, Jack held her tight against him and turned her to her back. He began a frenzied thrusting, pushing Claire's legs wide apart with the force of his thrusts. To her immense relief, Claire's body began to spasm almost immediately, wave upon wave of pleasure coursing through her, overwhelming her senses as Jack continued his rhythmic thrusting.
No sooner would one crest subside than she would feel herself beginning to ride high on another, each one more intense than the last. Overcome by the intensity of Claire's spasms --they were coming so close together that they seemed to Jack to be one continual orgasm-- Jack grew frenzied, bracing himself upon his arms as his hips drove his throbbing organ into her moist, quivering depths.
Even in the midst of mind-shattering release, Claire was still lucid enough to consider Jack's desires. Knowing, from experience how sensitive were his nipples, knowing, too, just how much he enjoyed the stimulation of the sensitive peaks, she slid her hands around from his back, gliding around his sides, until she could tease them with her fingers and thumbs. In that instant, Jack lost control, thrusting into her forcefully one last time, his back arched as the spasms overcame him. He felt himself bursting, exploding into Claire as he held himself tight against her, calling her name as her body continued to shake and squeeze around him.
They lay spent, bodies entwined, holding each other's hand for many long moments, replete with their satisfying encounter.
Massaging her shoulder lightly, Jack began to chuckle.
"Hmmm?" Claire sighed.
"I think you missed your calling," he told her.
"Yeah? How's that?"
"You've got one helluva bedside manner."
She rolled and propped herself up so she could look into his eyes, "Yours isn't too bad either, doctor."
"I'm glad you approve."
They quieted, gazing at each other happily.
"Kiss me," Jack said softly, and Claire stretched to do just that, gently, slowly, the frenzy that so recently consumed them having completely abated.
In a moment, Claire eased her head away. "I'll be right back," she whispered, and rose from the bed.
Jack watched her long legs, so deliciously defined by the black hose she wore, as she disappeared into her bathroom. When she emerged a few minutes later, her garter and hose were gone. She crossed to the bed and climbed in next to Jack, snuggling against him beneath the covers. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her forehead.
Squeezing her once, he nuzzled his nose into her hair and settled in to sleep.
"G'night, Jack," Claire murmured against his neck.
"'Night, babe," he replied softly. "I love you."
They were quiet for a few moments, and into the darkness, Claire asked playfully, "Would it bother you if I were to say I might need a follow-up procedure in the morning?"
"Of course not," he said, voice gently teasing, "It's the doctor's duty to keep treating the patient until she's cured."
"I think I'm in for a very long, arduous recovery process."
"As long as it takes."
"Such dedication."
"I'm a Boy Scout, what can I say?"
They laughed softly.
"Good night, Jack.
"Good night, Claire," he replied, hugging her tightly to him.
In a matter of minutes, they were both sound asleep, happy and content in one another's arms.
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"The stairwell was fun" she typed in her reply, "But I rather enjoyed giving the good doctor a little instruction in a new, revolutionary procedure."
"I'm still reeling from that," he admitted in his response
"These emails are turning me on," she confessed in her next message to him.
"Are you wet?"
"You're bad."
"You've never complained before," was his response. "Are you?"
"Yes. Are you hard?"
"As a rock, wishing we were at home with you on your back beneath me."
"Save it for me for after work."
"I'll do my best."
"I'll be looking forward to it."
"So will I."
Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, "Kincaid. Mmmhmmm. Okay. Thanks, Mike."
"Jack...I've got to get down to the 27," she typed, and clicked send.
"Fine ... I'll see you later. Keep thinking about me."
"I never stop, lover. 'Bye."
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