Travis
In the morning, I woke up to find a beautiful woman in my arms, curves bountiful and creamy. Good. It hadn’t been a dream after all.
I smiled, pulling Janie closer and cherishing her company. Taking a deep breath, I committed her scent to memory.
Because she was perfect. Responsive, gorgeous, and so wet all the time. Gently, I ran my fingertips along her side, watching as goosebumps formed on her skin.
The brunette shifted in her sleep, hiding her face in her pillow, murmuring something I couldn’t understand. But I understood the need in her curves, the pebbling of her nipples as a musky wetness seeped between her legs again.
So I continued to run my fingertips over her body. Slowly, I leaned forward, kissing her vulnerable, exposed neck, sucking on it ever so slightly, leaving behind a faint love-bite.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
I chuckled, moving my lips to her breast, circling around the stiff pink crest nipple, wondering how far I should take things.
But before I could take her fully into my mouth, Janie’s eyes shot open, locking with mine. For a moment, a look of confusion painted her face, brows furrowed together. Then she blinked, and realization crashed through her mind. “Travis!” she gasped, pulling the sheets over her naked body.
“I’ve already seen everything,” was my throaty laugh, pulling her on top of me, holding her by the hips. “And I love every inch of you.”
“W-What?” she stuttered, looking at me like she didn’t believe a word I said.
“It’s true. I think you’re perfect.” With my fingers in her hair, I pulled the curvy girl in for a kiss again.
At first, the brunette was a little stiff, lips unmoving against mine. But after a few seconds, she melted into it, that pout opening sweetly. I held her even closer, our lips dancing together seamlessly. My hand ran up and down her back, outlining the curve of her spine as she mewled.
But after a moment, I pulled away. We were both breathless. “Do you believe me now?” came my growl.
“I…” she hesitated.
“Janie.” I took her face in my hands, gently caressing her cheeks. “You’re a beautiful woman. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.” With a smile, I kissed the top of her head.
A crimson hue crept under her cheeks as she shyly looked away from me, then back.
The brunette was adorable. Knowing she would be too embarrassed to talk, I = wrapped my arms around that luscious form and held tight, resting her head on my chest so she could hear the beating of my heart.
We lay like that for a long time, just enjoying each other’s company while basking in the closeness.
It was perfect. But in retrospect, maybe it was a little too perfect to last.
***
By Monday, I was back at work.
“Hey Harper,” I said, walking up to my locker, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it inside. “How have things been while I was gone?”
“An absolute mess. No one knows what they’re doing. All the medical students are completely hopeless,” he grumbled.
“Oh? They’ve sent in the newbies already?” I cocked an eyebrow in his direction, pulling out a fiver so I could buy something from the vending machine. The selection was abominable. Your choice of disgusting protein bars or cheesy doodles the orange of radioactive waste.
“Yup. This morning. You should have seen them. Two of them threw up at the sight of a laceration – and it wasn’t even that bad. I mean, come on, if you can’t handle the sight of blood then you shouldn’t be a doctor.” He shook his head, sipping from his coffee cup. “We weren’t like that, were we?”
“If I remember correctly, you were one of the first people to get sick,” I said wryly.
“Yeah, but the guy practically had his guts hanging out of his stomach.” Harper shuddered at the memory. “I don’t know how he managed to survive that.”
“Some people are just resilient, I guess,” I said, tearing the wrapper to my protein bar. “Anyways, we should probably get out there.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” With a sigh, Harper got up. “And I was just getting comfortable too.”
“Well maybe if it’s a slow day, you can catch up on some daytime television. General Hospital or Days of Our Lives is it?”
His mouth pulled into a smirk.
“Yeah, right.”
Unfortunately, it was anything but a slow day. As soon as I stepped into the ER, the patients kept rolling through the doors, one after another. There was barely time to breathe, much less eat lunch or take a break.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked the nurse, finally managing to snag a moment to myself. “What’s up with all these people? We’ve never gotten this many before.”
“Didn’t you hear?” she looked up at me with a bored expression. Deborah was nearing her retirement, and had seen it all. “They closed Saint Luke’s, so all those patients are being sent here.”
“What? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“It was in our weekly bulletin,” she said in a bored voice while stifling a yawn.
“People actually read those bulletins?” I asked with disbelief.
Deborah shrugged. “They’re printed for a reason,” she stated flatnly, handing me an extra copy she had on her desk. “Maybe you should start paying attention.”
I quickly scanned the body of text but before I could finish, a large man came barreling through the doors holding a small child in his arms.
“Please!” he begged, eyes searching the ER in desperation. “You have to help my daughter, she’s hurt!”
“What happened?” I asked, quickly snapping into action. I swung my stethoscope off my neck, ready to check the girl’s vitals. “Sir, what happened?” was my urgent question. Already, a team of nurses rolled a gurney over, trying to pry the child from her father’s arms. But he wouldn’t let go.
“She… she fell,” he stammered, heartbroken.
“Okay, fell from where?” I prompted. “Any information you give us will be a tremendous help.”
“Her treehouse,” he said in a choked voice. “Please tell me that she’ll be alright. I keep trying to wake her up, but she won’t wake up.”
“Sir, we will do everything in our power to help her, but we can only do that if you let her go.”
Reluctantly, he eased his grip, tears rolling down his cheeks in glistening streaks. “Please, you have to save my daughter. She’s the only thing I have in this world. She’s my everything.”
I nodded. “We’ll do everything we can.” Without another word, I followed my team into one of the exam rooms.
Time was of the essence. A little girl was gravely injured with what looked like a serious concussion, and the medical team had to move fast. Suddenly my dalliance with Janie seemed very far away, almost completely erased from my mind. Because there were lives to be saved … and only I could do it.