Athena
We stood in the warm mist of the shower, our bodies pressed close together. We exchanged some playful glances as the water flower over us, kissing intermittently.
I felt like I was in heaven.
I grabbed the soap, lathering it in my hands before slowly sliding them over Luciano’s muscular shoulders. I traced circles with my fingertips, teasingly exploring his well-defined chest, enjoying the periodic, involuntary shudders he rewarded me with when I hit a particular spot he liked.
“You know, this isn’t just about getting clean.” I said seductively when I was done with every exposed inch of his body, “It’s about having fun too.
Luciano grinned mischievously, his own hands finding their way to my waist, pulling me even closer. He leaned in, his breath tickling in my ear as he took a little nibble from my earlobe
“Oh, I’m all about the fun, Raven.” He replied smirking, “Show me what you’ve got.”
I playfully splashed water at him, as we both laugh the droplets dancing through the air. Our bodies moved in unison, the water accentuating our closeness.
As I runs my hands through my wet hair, I caught him stealing glances at my body, his erection slowly becoming prominent again.
“You’re exquisite, Raven.” He whispered, “Every part of you.”
I blushed, my heart pounding within her chest. She cupped his face in my hands, pulling him into a passionate kiss. The water fell around us, enveloping us in a moment of pure bliss.
The rest of the shower went quicker, drying out bodies and getting into some fresh pyjamas.
I took the time to apply some ointment and a plaster on his wounded shoulder, taking every chance I got to nibble at his neck just for the fun of it.
We snuggled back into bed, spooning as he wrapped his big arms around me, pulling me into him.
“Your shoulder?” I asked.
“Huh?” I could only make out a murmur, he was drifting off to sleep so quickly. I shook my head, men never ceased to amaze me.
“Your shoulder dick head.”
“What about it?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbow.
I twisted my neck to look at him, “Does it still hurt?”
He chuckled slowly, flexing his shoulder and wheeling it around as though to prove to me it was fine, “It’s great, like I told Enzo earlier I am- OW!”
“What?!” I sat up, switching on the bedside lamp to see him clutching the shoulder, a grimace on his face.
“I think I just flexed a little too hard, that’s all.”
I giggled leaning over to kiss the shoulder, “Maybe you are not as invincible as you thought then.”
He shrugged, wincing even at that slight attempt at movement. “Maybe I am not.”
I lightly grazed my tongue over the shoulder, feeling him shudder as I kissed my way to his neck, stopping to blow gently into his earlobes.
“Raven… ” He moaned, reaching to grab my waist and pull me over him, in no time his lips met mine and we were kissing like crazy again, his hands reaching down to fondle my boobs through my flimsy shirt, his long fingers tugging my nipples through the material until they were hard and erect. I moaned into his mouth, sparks flying in my eyes.
“Luciano… ”
My hands wrapped around his neck as he sat up, my legs straddling him.
He moaned my name, running his hands through my hair. As I gradually humped against him, holding him harder and harder until I finally stopped.
“We can’t.” I murmured as he reached to grab my butt and push me back in.
“Why not?” He asked, frowning.
“Because darling.” I said, getting off my position on his lap. “I don’t want to get my panties in a mess again.”
I heard him groan in protest, “Come on, Raven, it can’t possibly be that bad.”
“You wouldn’t get it you neanderthal,” she said, giggling as she snuggled up against me again. “Let’s just talk, okay?”
“Fine.” He moaned, lying back down before whispering, “Fucking cock block.” To which I punched his arm.
We lay on the bed, our bodies relaxed, facing each other. I took a deep breath, ready to share my experience.
“Okay, buckle up, Luciano” I said, trying and failing to hide the excitement in my voice. My short time in pre-med was perhaps the only thing I could one hundred percent be honest to him about, and it felt really good to not have to think about a convincing way to lie to make him believe me.
“Come on.” He smiled, running a warm hand over my thighs, “It can’t possibly be that exciting.”
“Why don’t you think so?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“A bunch of virgin nerds?” He scoffed, “How good could it have possibly be?”
“Oh shut up,” I snapped, “In case you aren’t aware, I am about to take you on a wild ride through the wacky world of medical school.”
He threw back his head, chuckling like I just said the funniest thing in the world, “Oh, I’m ready. Hit me with your best shot, Doc.”
I jerked back, in mock surprise, clutching my chest, “Doc now, huh? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more charming.”
“Just trying to keep up with the nickname game Raven.” He replied smiling, “Or should I say, Dr. Raven.”
I grinned, reaching behind me to tie my ponytail properly, “Alright, here we go. Picture this-endless hours cramped in a lecture hall, trying to decipher the scribbles of an insanely fast-talking professor. It’s like trying to decode hieroglyphics while running a marathon.”
“Oh really?” He said, rolling his eyes, “Sounds like a scene from a comedy movie, very exciting.”
I punched his arm lightly, “Will you let me finish Luciano?”
“Okay, okay sorry.”
“Oh, and for your information, it wasn’t, not even close at all.”
He chuckled, “Well imagine my shock.”
“LUCIANO! STOP FUCKING INTERRUPTING!”
He shrank a little, “Fine, fine sorry!”
I clucked my tongue before continuing, “Sometimes I’d zone out and imagine the professor doing stand-up comedy instead of lecturing. It made the whole experience slightly less soul-crushing.”
“So , did you ever diagnose a patient with laughter-induced abdominal pain”?” He teased, sarcasm tinged in his tone.
Okay, that was actually funny.
“Are you kidding?” I asked, deciding to play along, “No, of of course not. The classes were to damn boring for anything like that.”
“Figures,” he said still smiling. I didn’t try to hit him this time, just continued going, “But I diagnosed myself with “chronic sleep deprivation” and “caffeine addiction.” They were practically textbook cases.”
“Ah,” he winked, chuckling, “The glamorous life of a medical student.”
I face palmed myself as the memories came rushing back, the smells of disinfectant and preservative always nauseated me, making me hate the hospital almost obsessively,
“Don’t forget the endless rounds in the hospital, where we’d walk miles and miles and still feel like we hadn’t reached the finish line. It was the real-life version of that children’s game, “Simon Says, Sleep-Deprived Edition.”
He smiled at me, reaching over to brush a lock of hair from my face, his palm moulding into my cheeks perfectly. Before I could even stop myself, I leaned into his touch, breathing him in.
“I hope you mastered the art of running in heels, then.” He asked.
I smirked, kissing his hand, “Of course. Who needs running shoes when you have your trusty stilettos, right?”
He looked amused, “I’m sure those stilettos are as comfortable as a bed of nails.”
“Oh please,” I scoffed, “Comfort is way overrated in the medical field. But hey, who needs sleep or comfortable shoes when you’re saving lives, right?”
“But you were students then, you weren’t saving anything or anybody for that matter yet.”
“Oh shut up Luciano, with the training I got there, I developed nearly superhuman abilities to diagnose infections you know?”
“So, you can sniff out a case of the flu from a mile away?”
I laughed, “More like ten feet away, but close enough.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Mhmm, and hey, it comes in handy during flu season. No handshake, just a quick sniff and diagnosis.”
We both laughed, feeling the tension that had enveloped the room earlier completely gone now.
“Why did you quit?” He asked.
To join the FBI? hunt down the fucking monster that killed my parents? Someone I thought until very recently was him?
Of course I couldn’t tell him that. “I just lost interest, I guess.” I said, shrugging, “Medicine wasn’t for me.”
He nodded, “Of course, that I understand.”
We both fell silent again, in each other’s arms, enjoying the silence, I was starting to drift off to sleep when he spoke up.
“Raven,” he said suddenly, “I think it’s time.”
For some reason, I felt my heart rate shoot up, pounding heavily as I caught my breath, “Time for what”
“You should go visit Frederick’s grave together. It’s important for both of us to find closure.”
I looked into his eyes, searching for something, something I wasn’t even sure of yet. They were indecipherable, and the lump that never seemed to leave was back in my throat, again.