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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 responds to her kiss with one in kind, pulling away only when his ragged breathing forces him. She feels so good, so right, as he thrusts into her that he can't imagine stopping any time soon.

She moans when he pulls away, meeting his thrusts with her own impassioned movements, her head tilted back against the mattress.

So much for not stopping, he thinks as she pushes him over the edge with her response. The familiar tightness low in his abdomen begins and the muscles in his thighs tingle then numb as he lets go, her name a soft cry as he throws his head back.

She moans louder when she feels him come inside of her, clasping him to her, holding him tightly as his release overtakes him.

He shudders as he comes, resting his brow against her shoulder and his hips continue to rock against her, the urgency gone but the desire still there.

She holds one hand at the back of his head, continuing to rock her hips against his, feeling closer and closer to the edge as well.

He presses open-mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulder between ragged breaths, slides a hand between their bodies to rub his thumb across her clit, wanting her to come.

She arches her back sharply when he applies pressure to her clit, bracing her feet against the mattress as she feels her orgasm begin, deep in her core.

He murmurs against her neck, feeling victorious as she responds to his attention, pressing the palm of his free hand against he small of her back to support her as she arches up. Love...you...

She throws her head back as she reaches her release, her muscles contracting around him as she cries out his name.

He groans as he feels her tighten around him, pulling her closer against his body and lifting his head to press kisses along her neck.

Her breathing is ragged as she comes down slowly, letting him hold her close as her chest heaves with exertion and spent passion.

He continues to press kisses against her neck, moving to one side as he pulls out slowly, wanting to let her catch her breath without bearing his weight too.

She keeps her arms around him, wanting to stay skin to skin with him even though he's moving away.

On his side, he pulls her against himself again, wanting the warmth of her sweat slicked skin against him.

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