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I need help [RP for Lee] (spoilers for tonight's ER)
standing in the elevator
After a strangely jarring conversation with the new hospital chaplain, Abby finds herself taking the elevator upstairs, to the surgical department. Making her way to her husband's office, she waffles outside the door, pacing, stalling.

It's not until she sees one of the surgical nurses casting a curious look in her direction that she knocks softly on the door, then pushes it open. She takes a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair, and lets the door close behind her as she steps into Lee's office.

She begins to speak but has to clear her throat before she tries again.
Hey...how's the leg feeling? She approaches her husband slowly, gesturing to his injured leg.

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He moans in response to her caresses, her touch. She knows how to turn him on, always has, and it makes his resolve to to take his time with her falter a bit. He wants to see her, feel her. Now. Working his hands between them, he grabs the edges of her shirt and pulls the material apart, looking down at her chest as the sound of ripping fabric and popping buttons fill the room. Sorry...He isn't, not at all and he proves it as he lowers his head to press kisses against the newly bared skin.

She barely stifles a whimper as she feels his mouth on her, her abdomen tensing involuntarily. She brings one hand to his hair, the other grasping his shoulder tightly.

He covers the tops of her breasts with hot, hungry kisses, making small sounds of pleasure in the back of his throat as he nips at her through her bra then runs the tip of his tongue along the fabric's edge, teasing the swell of one breast.

She groans, her back arching off the mattress, letting the sensations he makes her feel wash over her. She grazes her fingernails over his skin as she murmurs his name.

He looks up at her as she says his name, a smile making the corner of his mouth curve. As he lowers his gaze again, his breath hot against her skin, he kisses her once more.

She lifts her leg, hooking it around his waist, working her foot under the fabric of his shirt.

He shifts against her, helping her accomplish what she wants as well as letting her feel how aroused he is as he grinds against her other leg.

She lifts her hips towards him, feeling his arousal fueling her own desire. She pulls at his shoulder, wanting to feel his body flush against hers.

He moves again, settling himself over her, once more face to face with his wife. Giving her a quick kiss, he fumbles with his clothing even as he asks if it's all right that they are doing this.

I need you. She looks him in the eye as she helps him remove his shirt, running her palms over his bared skin.

He nods, looking right back at her. I know...He kisses her again, his hands working to undo her pants, thankful he's only wearing scrub pants that can be easily discarded.

She tugs at the tie on his scrub pants, pushing them down as far as she can reach, her breathing becoming more labored with anticipation and arousal.

He kicks his pants free, ignoring the pain in his left leg, before going back to pulling on her pants. You really...need...to wear skirts.

That'd be...too...easy. She manages, moving her hands in between them to help with her pants.

He lets her deal with the button, the zipper as he slips a hand into her pants, pushing the fabric down over her hip. Easy can be nice. Really nice.

She wriggles her hips, pushing her pants the rest of the way down, working them off with her feet. I'll keep that in mind...

I'd all ready be in you...He admits as he works a hand under her panties, getting impatient now.

She lets out a soft whimper at his words, tugging at his boxers, and her own panties with her other hand.

As soon as the last remaining bits of clothing are out of their way, he's settling himself over her again, easing himself between her legs.

She lets her knees fall open, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him closer.

Nice...He repeats as he enters her, slowly, savoring the feel of her warmth. And easy...He lets her pull him closer, covering her mouth for a deep kiss as he begins to rock his hips against hers.

She moans softly as she feels him enter her, lifting her hips to meet him, responding to his kiss eagerly.

He cradles the back of her head in one hand, the other slipping under her back as he keeps his weight on his forearms. His movements are slow and deliberate, he's favoring his leg, not wanting to be distracted by the pain as he focuses on her. He wants this to be good, wants her to remember the way he feels.

She forces herself to go slowly, meeting his pace, though she thinks she might go crazy if he goes any slower. She feels every inch of him against her skin, inside of her, and she tips her head back, eyes closed, savoring the sensations he's causing in her.

He presses his face against her exposed neck, inhaling her scent and kissing her hungrily. She feels as she always does--amazing. It's enough to make him groan against her throat as he thrusts his hips forward, determined to be inside of her, deeply inside of her.

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