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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 smiles faintly as they bump noses, brushing against hers again on purpose this time. I love that you're my wife.

She kisses him again. I love being your wife.

He pulls her a little closer, so their bodies are flush to one another. I love being your husband.

She tells herself to believe him, and she lets him pull her closer, moving against him, repeating his words in her mind.

As she responds to him, he stops trying to rationalize their actions, puts aside thoughts of what they should be doing and simply focuses on the emotions at play. He loves her, he knows he's going to miss her and right now he only wants to be reminded of how good they feel when they are with each other. He kisses her again, lips more demanding this time as his hands tighten on her, his hips press against hers.

She moans softly into their kiss, responding to him, pressing her hips against his in return. This is what she wants, the reminder of how good they can be, something good to remember in the coming weeks.

His runs his hands roughly over her, untucking her shirt to press his hands against bare skin as they slip underneath the loosened material. Demanding kisses turn into more tender ones as he tries to slow down and savor this, he'd enjoy it hard and fast but then it would be over too quickly and that is the last thing he wants.

She arches her back when he touches her skin, and at first she resists his slowing their pace. It's been too long and she's hungry for him. She presses her palms against his back, under his shirt, feeling his muscles as they move together. Finally she accepts his slower pace, running her foot up and down his calf slowly, in time with their kisses.

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.

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