I don't know how long we've been lying there in relevant comfort with Gary wrapped around my midsts when I finally muster the will power to break the tranquil silence.
"Are you sure you don't need to go to a doctor?"
Silence.
I dip my head down onto the mattress and tug gently at his ear lobe with my left hand. "Gaz?"
Silence.
Sighing, I flop back, wrapping my arms around the broad shoulders and clutching him to me. There's a small hum of appreciation but other than that, Gary doesn't speak.
"Gary." I'm reluctant to wake him up, but I give his shoulder a gentle shake non the less.
His lips emit a sound somewhere between a grunt and a curse, pressing his nose against my cleavage and nuzzling. "What?"
Making an attempt to pull his face up to look at me, I run my thumb over his cheekbone. "I'm worried about you. You're never ill."
"Im fine." The croak of his voice betrays the stoney look in his eye. "I just need.." He trails off.
"Hmm?"
"Sleep." Gary grunts loudly, suddenly rolling off of me and onto his back, pulling the duvet over his head.
Hesitantly, i climb out of bed. "Where are you going?" Gary jumps, almost immediately, flinging his arms to his sides and bringing the duvet with them, he eyes me with a sudden urgancy.
"Do you want me to leave you for a bit?" Pulling his t-shirt over my head, i prepare for a shower.
"Not now."
"Im fine." The croak of his voice betrays the stoney look in his eye. "I just need.." He trails off.
"Hmm?"
"Sleep." Gary grunts loudly, suddenly rolling off of me and onto his back, pulling the duvet over his head.
Hesitantly, i climb out of bed. "Where are you going?" Gary jumps, almost immediately, flinging his arms to his sides and bringing the duvet with them, he eyes me with a sudden urgancy.
"Do you want me to leave you for a bit?" Pulling his t-shirt over my head, i prepare for a shower.
"Not now."
Watching his gaze run riot over my naked body, I completely ignore the salacious undertones to Garys voice, proceeding to drag a towel out of the drawer by the wardrobe and turn to him sweetly. "Do you need me to get you anything?"
"Your ass would be quite nice."
"Gary!" I scold, fliging the t-shirt at his flu riddled face. "Youre suppose to be ill."
His eyes widen as his hands pull the t-shirt i just threw at him beneath his head. "I am ill."
I nod, and feeling Garys eyes bore into my naked frame, i wrap the towel around myself. "Right. Im going for a shower. Last chance, do you need me to get you anything, more paracetamol?"
Gary regards me for a moment, before rubbing two long fingers back and forth over the frown lines at his brow.
"Headache?"
He grunts his agreement, pulling his face into a tight ball and hissing out a sharp breath. Shaking my head, i wonder back to his bedside. "Get some god damn sleep."
"I need you with me." Gary whines, his left arm reaching forward to grip my thigh and despite his own ill state, its a firm hold. I roll my eyes.
"No you dont. And i need a shower. Get off."
"Let me come with you."
"Gary you can barely speak, let alone stand in a shower! Sleep."
"Then ill have a bath." He opens two green eyes to complete his plea. "Please."
Drawing in a deep breath, i throw him a sceptical glance. "Sleep while i have my shower, and ill see what i can do." I stand, but Gary catches my hand.
"N-n-n-no, i mean bath with me."
When i use the pause to fight to keep temptation at bay, instead of answering Gary, he carries on.
"Please babe. My back hurts." He pouts. "I need a massage."
My eye brow quips in response. "Dont you have masseuses for that?"
But Gary doesnt say anything else, he doesnt need to. His eyes say it all, big and green and looking me in the same way he looks at girls in restaurants when hes forgotten to make a table reservation. Provocative and flirtatious. Its irresistible.
"Fine!" I hold my hands up, and appalled by my own lack of will power, make my way to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom is radiating the inviting aroma of vinillla and lavendar bath oil, steam circulating the vast room, clouding the mirror until the air is thick, close and sensual. I meander back into the bedroom, only to find Gary snoring peacefully, one arm under the pillow supporting his head, the other clutching the duvet to his chest the way Ethan clutches 'Lizebeth. Weighing out the pros and cons of waking him, i reach the conclusion that a hot bath might do him some good.
"Gaz?" I run the tip of my fingers across his baby smooth jaw. "Babe?"
Theres an incohorent grunt, but other than that he doesnt stir.
"Gary, do you want a bath or shall i leave you?" I hum, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. This time, Gary shifts to bury his face in the pillow.
"Im coming." His voice is rough and quiet. "Get me some painkillers."
Running a hand over his boiling back, i wince at the time on the clock. "You cant have anymore for another hour.."
Gary grunts, and i cant work out whether its through pain, anger or both. When he curses loudly, however, my suspicion is confirmed.
"Hey.." I mutter gently making a vain attempt at offering some kind of support. "Come and have a bath with me?"
Silently, Gary nods into the pillow, clearing a swollen throat before muttering; "Go ahead, ill be there in five."
I nod. "Promise you wont fall asleep on me?"
"Promise."
"Okay." Bending over, i plant a soft kiss against his cheek, relishing the feel of his clean shaven skin under my lips.
Im dozing off myself when Gary staggers into the bathroom all of seven minutes later, sleep dishevelled and looking sexy as hell with his tousled bed hair and naked torso. Turning my head to face him, i smile softly. "Hey."
"Hey." Comes the mumbled voice as he sheds his boxers, absent-mindedly kicking them over to some far corner of the room before clambering down into the bathtub and joining me beneath the bubbles. Gary lets out a long, low groan of appreciation, and i feel it reverberate through his chest as he wraps two strong arms around my shoulders and pulls me back against him, burying his nose in my hair and inhaling softly. Lifting a hand, i begin to toy with his platinum wedding ring, instantly, i feel his tension begin to ebb away.
Gary nuzzles my neck with his nose and hums again. "You smell nice."
"Yeah?" I smile, leaning into his caress.
"Of me."
"Mm-h."
"And sex."
"Gary!" I scold, but its softly and with a smile. "I thought you were suppose to be ill."
"I am." He almost sounds genuinely hurt, and im quick to rectify my mistake.
"I know i know." I kiss his knuckles, turning my attention back to the wedding band. "I wish you'd wear this more often."
"I dont want to risk loosing it." His lips find my ear as i nod, but he carries on anyway. "Besides, everybody knows im yours."
Pulling his hands down to encircle my waist, i smile again, my heart constricting at his willingness to offer himself to me. "They better."
"Did Ethan mind going to Claras?" Gary sounds regretful as i feel his eyelashes brush against my neck when he closes his eyes. I echo, gently shaking my head.
"Dont think so.."
Inhaling a long breath, Gary nods.
"You feeling any better?" I change the topic and Gary tightens his thighs around my own.
"A bit." He sighs, but his face remains pressed to the crook of my neck.
"Gary," I tug his hands from my waist and turn, sloshing water across the floor, to face him. "Im worried about you."
Regarding me with wide, tired and watery green eyes, Gary stretches a long finger to comb my hair from across my face. "Dont be." He smiles, but shudders suddenly, his body surrendering to the assault of violent chill so much so that water ripples under the foam of the bubbles.
"You cold?" I reach for his shoulders, running my fingertips over the flushed skin; Gary shakes his head.
"Not really." His own hands emerge from the water and clasp the nape of my neck, urging me closer until im on his lap, my thighs either side of his own. "I really want to kiss you."
"Then kiss me."
Gary smirks, one eyebrow lifting and flickering against his forehead. "I dont need two of us on deaths door."
I laugh, pushing the water against his neck. "You are not on deaths door!"
"Feels like it." Lolling his head back against the edge of the bath, Garys throat rumbles out a sound between a grunt and a sigh. I cant help the smile, pulling my fingertips up to cradle his jaw.
"Youre so over dramatic."
Gary pouts, but keeps his eyes shut, leaning into my touch.
Brushing my thumbs over his lips, i watch them fall slack, his breath hitching once i his throat and and his eyelashes flickering uncontrolled against his cheeks. When I lean closer, his eyes fly open, staring at me with such ferocity I think I may melt.
"Your ass would be quite nice."
"Gary!" I scold, fliging the t-shirt at his flu riddled face. "Youre suppose to be ill."
His eyes widen as his hands pull the t-shirt i just threw at him beneath his head. "I am ill."
I nod, and feeling Garys eyes bore into my naked frame, i wrap the towel around myself. "Right. Im going for a shower. Last chance, do you need me to get you anything, more paracetamol?"
Gary regards me for a moment, before rubbing two long fingers back and forth over the frown lines at his brow.
"Headache?"
He grunts his agreement, pulling his face into a tight ball and hissing out a sharp breath. Shaking my head, i wonder back to his bedside. "Get some god damn sleep."
"I need you with me." Gary whines, his left arm reaching forward to grip my thigh and despite his own ill state, its a firm hold. I roll my eyes.
"No you dont. And i need a shower. Get off."
"Let me come with you."
"Gary you can barely speak, let alone stand in a shower! Sleep."
"Then ill have a bath." He opens two green eyes to complete his plea. "Please."
Drawing in a deep breath, i throw him a sceptical glance. "Sleep while i have my shower, and ill see what i can do." I stand, but Gary catches my hand.
"N-n-n-no, i mean bath with me."
When i use the pause to fight to keep temptation at bay, instead of answering Gary, he carries on.
"Please babe. My back hurts." He pouts. "I need a massage."
My eye brow quips in response. "Dont you have masseuses for that?"
But Gary doesnt say anything else, he doesnt need to. His eyes say it all, big and green and looking me in the same way he looks at girls in restaurants when hes forgotten to make a table reservation. Provocative and flirtatious. Its irresistible.
"Fine!" I hold my hands up, and appalled by my own lack of will power, make my way to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom is radiating the inviting aroma of vinillla and lavendar bath oil, steam circulating the vast room, clouding the mirror until the air is thick, close and sensual. I meander back into the bedroom, only to find Gary snoring peacefully, one arm under the pillow supporting his head, the other clutching the duvet to his chest the way Ethan clutches 'Lizebeth. Weighing out the pros and cons of waking him, i reach the conclusion that a hot bath might do him some good.
"Gaz?" I run the tip of my fingers across his baby smooth jaw. "Babe?"
Theres an incohorent grunt, but other than that he doesnt stir.
"Gary, do you want a bath or shall i leave you?" I hum, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. This time, Gary shifts to bury his face in the pillow.
"Im coming." His voice is rough and quiet. "Get me some painkillers."
Running a hand over his boiling back, i wince at the time on the clock. "You cant have anymore for another hour.."
Gary grunts, and i cant work out whether its through pain, anger or both. When he curses loudly, however, my suspicion is confirmed.
"Hey.." I mutter gently making a vain attempt at offering some kind of support. "Come and have a bath with me?"
Silently, Gary nods into the pillow, clearing a swollen throat before muttering; "Go ahead, ill be there in five."
I nod. "Promise you wont fall asleep on me?"
"Promise."
"Okay." Bending over, i plant a soft kiss against his cheek, relishing the feel of his clean shaven skin under my lips.
Im dozing off myself when Gary staggers into the bathroom all of seven minutes later, sleep dishevelled and looking sexy as hell with his tousled bed hair and naked torso. Turning my head to face him, i smile softly. "Hey."
"Hey." Comes the mumbled voice as he sheds his boxers, absent-mindedly kicking them over to some far corner of the room before clambering down into the bathtub and joining me beneath the bubbles. Gary lets out a long, low groan of appreciation, and i feel it reverberate through his chest as he wraps two strong arms around my shoulders and pulls me back against him, burying his nose in my hair and inhaling softly. Lifting a hand, i begin to toy with his platinum wedding ring, instantly, i feel his tension begin to ebb away.
Gary nuzzles my neck with his nose and hums again. "You smell nice."
"Yeah?" I smile, leaning into his caress.
"Of me."
"Mm-h."
"And sex."
"Gary!" I scold, but its softly and with a smile. "I thought you were suppose to be ill."
"I am." He almost sounds genuinely hurt, and im quick to rectify my mistake.
"I know i know." I kiss his knuckles, turning my attention back to the wedding band. "I wish you'd wear this more often."
"I dont want to risk loosing it." His lips find my ear as i nod, but he carries on anyway. "Besides, everybody knows im yours."
Pulling his hands down to encircle my waist, i smile again, my heart constricting at his willingness to offer himself to me. "They better."
"Did Ethan mind going to Claras?" Gary sounds regretful as i feel his eyelashes brush against my neck when he closes his eyes. I echo, gently shaking my head.
"Dont think so.."
Inhaling a long breath, Gary nods.
"You feeling any better?" I change the topic and Gary tightens his thighs around my own.
"A bit." He sighs, but his face remains pressed to the crook of my neck.
"Gary," I tug his hands from my waist and turn, sloshing water across the floor, to face him. "Im worried about you."
Regarding me with wide, tired and watery green eyes, Gary stretches a long finger to comb my hair from across my face. "Dont be." He smiles, but shudders suddenly, his body surrendering to the assault of violent chill so much so that water ripples under the foam of the bubbles.
"You cold?" I reach for his shoulders, running my fingertips over the flushed skin; Gary shakes his head.
"Not really." His own hands emerge from the water and clasp the nape of my neck, urging me closer until im on his lap, my thighs either side of his own. "I really want to kiss you."
"Then kiss me."
Gary smirks, one eyebrow lifting and flickering against his forehead. "I dont need two of us on deaths door."
I laugh, pushing the water against his neck. "You are not on deaths door!"
"Feels like it." Lolling his head back against the edge of the bath, Garys throat rumbles out a sound between a grunt and a sigh. I cant help the smile, pulling my fingertips up to cradle his jaw.
"Youre so over dramatic."
Gary pouts, but keeps his eyes shut, leaning into my touch.
Brushing my thumbs over his lips, i watch them fall slack, his breath hitching once i his throat and and his eyelashes flickering uncontrolled against his cheeks. When I lean closer, his eyes fly open, staring at me with such ferocity I think I may melt.
"Libby..." It's a warning. And one I choose to ignore, leaning over the face captured in my hands. Gary let's out an exasperated sigh, but his gaze doesn't leave mine. "If you do that I can't promise it will stop at a kiss." His fingers flex restlessly against my hips, and I grin, pressing my lips against his own.
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