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I need help [RP for Lee] (spoilers for tonight's ER)
standing in the elevator
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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 stands, takes her hand as he reaches her, giving her fingers a light squeeze. Sharing's always been my problem, not yours.

She manages a small smile at that, walking with him into the bathroom where she turns on the water, letting it warm up.

He watches her get the shower ready, reaches over to tug at the hem of the shirt she's wearing. Come here, Mrs. Dubenko...

She turns and walks to him, letting him pull her to him by the hem of the shirt.

His lips curl into a small smile as she comes closer. You look good in my shirt. He offers, not really having much to say but wanting an excuse to wrap his arms around her again.

She returns his small smile. I like your shirt.

He nods. Should take it with you then.

She looks surprised at that, but nods. Maybe I will.

He kisses her forehead then tugs on the shirt again. Should also take it off so we can have that shower...

She pulls the shirt over her head; instead of tossing it to the floor as usual, she folds it and sets it on the counter.

He intentionally gives her a thorough once-over, smirking slightly. You look better without the shirt now that I think about it.

She rolls her eyes and takes his hand. Come take a shower with me.

Yes, Ma'am. He lets her lead him to the shower, admiring the view of her backside.

She steps into the shower and turns to watch him, openly admiring his body.

He arches an eyebrow then, feeling a bit silly, flexes and strikes a pose for her. Come on, stop staring at me.

She shakes her head. I like what I see; why can't I look?

Fine. Look. Ogle. Admire. Covet. Praise...He tries not to smile as he leans back against the tiled wall.

She smirks at him as she admires him, looking him up and down openly.

He tries not to feel self conscious about the attention, he knows she finds him attractive but it's still a bit unnerving.

She steps towards him then, wrapping her arms around him, letting her hands explore him instead of her eyes.

He relaxes under her touch, much more comfortable with this sort of admiration. He brings his hands up to brush her hair back from her face. This is turning into a fantastic shower.

She looks up at him, nodding. It is...thank you.

He brushes his lips over her brown, kissing away the drops of water on her skin. I love you.

I love you too. She reaches up to rest her hand at the back of his neck, massaging lightly.

He lets his head fall forward, his forehead rest against her brow. I'll do whatever I can, whatever you need me to do...to help you.

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