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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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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.

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.

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