Kiss With Open Eyes	      	 [Home | Quicksearch | Search Engine |
Random Story | Upload Story]  


 Warning: Spoilers for the whole series.
  
  Kiss With Open Eyes by sistersleep  

 Stripping naked in an exam room wasn't that bad. It was mildly familiar.
It's what the room was designed for. There was even something somewhat
resembling a bed. It was more than good enough. 

 If Ryan told himself that enough, he might start believing it.

 He could always tell she didn't like being with him this way -- in here.
In her hospital ward. It reminded her to feel guilty. Reminded her of
everything they didn't have. Ryan focused on the warmth in those brown
eyes, and discarded everything else, losing it in her mouth.

 She always stopped to check and make sure the door was locked, holding
him at bay as he chased after more of that smooth caramel skin. The second
away was too much, his hands clung to her, pulling her back as soon as she
was assured of what little privacy they could shakily steal. He had to
only think of her, near, pushing away the chances of getting caught. 

 He tugged her back into his arms when she was done with the door,
wrapping around her, for a suddenly desperate kiss. It was always rougher
than he meant it to be. They slipped back to smooth so easily, he forgot
every time to watch himself in the future.

 Soft lips on his, traces of lipstick. He felt the light scratch of her
nails over the small of his back. Any impulse to shove him away had been
drowned long ago. Climbing onto the exam table, careful of her smaller
frame under his, covering her body, she was as close as he'd always wanted
her. Almost. 

 He'd never have her like he really wanted. This was as close as they
would ever get.

 The exam table hurt his fucking knees and he could hear the sticking
slide of her skin on it. 

 Burying his face in her throat, he inhaled the faint perfume of shampoo
and her soap, almost worn away by the antiseptic medical smell that clung
to her. It was the only time rubbing alcohol and all that disinfectant
shit smelled good to him. Better than being outside. Heaven.

 Like when he slipped into her. Everything before that became a blur. He
felt the soar of the clouds through his cock. Her breath an angel's. Face
so full of light it blotted out the grey.

 Muffling his groan made it come out like a low whine, breasts pressing
softly against him. Only thing soft in his life. He pulled her closer. He
could almost get off on the light mindless rub of small hard nipples
across his chest alone. 

 Her fingers threaded through his, one hand gripping one of his tightly as
he buried himself in her, living for the roll of her hips up against him,
wrapped up in wet and warmth. So fucking good. He didn't even feel the
chill industry of the room anymore. Only the hot pull of his dick, harder
just at being inside.

 Her fingers rubbed against his with their clasped hands, and he felt the
twinge of the tight band of hair around his finger. 

 Shit.

 He dropped her hand, trying to cover the sudden move by touching her.
Needed to. Couldn't think of his brother's hair wrapped around his finger
in a ring of remembrance. Still there. Dirty and frayed and slowly falling
apart. 

 He should have taken it off before he came here, but he always forgot.
Maybe he was secretly afraid that removing it now that it was so worn
would destroy it.

 Keep both hands on her. Hold her here. Ryan stared into dark brown eyes
and felt only her soft fucking skin sliding under his palms. Cradled
between those beautiful thighs, locked in.

 He forgot everything but her as they moved. Together. He was only here
with her. Nowhere else in the world.

 "Ryan..." 

 Fuck yes. He moved into the soft low gasp of her voice, kissing across
her collarbone.

 "Gloria...Love you..." He dropped the word like rain when they were
stripped like this, and he didn't even care. 

 There would never be a more perfect place to say it than against her
skin. Here, inside and held tight. He could pretend their murmurs were
quiet because this was private, not only to keep from alerting others.

 He pulled her up with the arch of her back, hands sliding over damp hips
to rest firmly in the soft little dip of the small of her back. Ryan knew
the examination table wasn't pleasant for her, too flat and solid. Made
for patients to be prodded and manipulated on, not for writhing.

 The change in position wasn't smooth, narrow space and melded bodies
making it difficult. His thrusts were forced to turn shallow, and he rode
up hard, longing for steady and deep when she finally settled on top of
him.

 "Mmm..." His tongue ran across his lips as he watched her. Above him,
gorgeous skin under his hands as they ran up her stomach.

 The table was fucking hard, and he was sweaty enough to stick and rub
uncomfortably on it. The squeak ran counterpoint to their breaths. Fuck
it. The grind of Gloria 's hips was worth fucking on broken glass. 

 At least it wasn't covered in that shitty butcher paper usually found in
the exam rooms. They would have soaked it through. Ripped it to shreds.

 He loved how shallow her breath got when she was on top. Loved the lean
of her into him. Dipping down to kiss him. Because she wanted to.

 Liked getting to reach up and cup her tits when she arched back up
straight and tall. 

 He didn't like it being harder to lick and suck...

 Nails traced down his chest, light enough to raise goose bumps on his
skin. Tease. She didn't want to leave marks and open him to trouble. He
always wished she would.

 "Ohh..." He bit his bottom lip as a groan tore through him, body
instinctually bucking up.

 She was a fucking genius with her hips. All that heat in her eyes focused
down on him, as she moved like nothing else in the world could touch them.


 He loved that he knew that now. Exactly how she moved, fitting with him,
passionate. Knowing exactly how she tasted. No more dreams. Reality.

 She bent down to cover his mouth with hers. To shut him up. To contain
her own moan as she started to tremble. Hard and soft all wrapped up and
around him.

 Her sharp teeth bit into his lip for him as that tremble took over. Fuck
yes. Ride me. 

 He tasted blood. Still didn't care.

 Ryan half-wanted to tell her to bite him harder, but when her lips
drifted from his, his voice slipped to that treacherous trying-to-be-quiet
low whimper again as he followed her, willingly and gone.

 Gloria pulled up straight. He was still inside her, spent and limp. She
ran a finger over his sore lip.

 "I'm sorry." Concern and caring there in her voice. For him. 

 A tremble ran through Ryan like a warm aftershock.

 He shook his head, ignoring the way it rubbed unpleasantly against the
hard table. "I don't care if you bite me so hard you have to give me
fucking stitches. You're a doctor, right? If you hurt me, you can fix me
right up." He winked to make her smile.

 It worked. She tried for a wry grin, but she couldn't help but mean it.
It was like coming all over again.

 Until she shifted off of him, and he slid out of her. He groaned, a pale
ghost of pleasure, reaching out to drag his hand over her skin as she got
off the table and started gathering her clothes.

 Had to dress fast. Stripping and dressing like lightning took away half
of the fun. They could talk and anything else outside of this room.
Here...they had to snatch this fast and quiet. 

 Ryan sat up, pulling the condom off with the smallest wet snap.

 Had to be careful. Always. Couldn't get pregnant by a father that had no
chance of life.

 He tied it off and half-leapt off the table, feet bracing hard on cold
ground. 

 He knew exactly the number of steps to the little red bio-hazard
container. He smirked at the words of warning as he ditched the condom
there.

 She was pulling her shirt back on when he turned around. He grabbed his
pants and dressed just as quickly.

 When he was done, he saw a peek of that guilt again, mixed with love that
still blotted out everything else in his view, as she placed her
stethoscope back around her neck, slung around her shoulders. Ryan's arms
wrapped back around her. Had to. Stay close just another second, face
buried in her neck. He closed his eyes and sighed against her skin, arms
tightening with her shiver. 

 Stay here. With this love. He needed this. Needed to bask in Gloria's
feelings for him long enough to ease the hollow of the love and devotion
that was gone. Gloria loved him. Cyril...couldn't anymore. 

 One traded for the other, without his consent. This was the only place
where that bargain didn't tear him up from the inside. He hadn't meant it
to happen this way. 

 He'd only wanted her, something good and true. He hadn't thought the cost
would be the only other good pure thing in his life. Like scales were
weighing his shitty life. You can only have one. Not both. 

 He wouldn't have chosen. He'd been too blind.

 It was too late.

 One was here, one was gone.

 No more dreams. Reality.

 "Stay with me." The murmured words left his throat, quiet enough to make
their escape without getting caught and held back.

 He moved his head into the gentle caress of her hand, following her touch
to face those eyes again. 

 "I have to go back out there and work, you know." Gloria's voice was
gentle but practical. She loved him. She cared about her job.

 He wasn't talking about not getting caught, though. He didn't need her to
stay in this cold clinical room. Ryan had to reach out and run his hand
over smooth hair, unable to stop staring. 

 She understood, finally, reaching up to squeeze his hand where it had
come to rest on her jaw.

 "Once he catches you -- Ryan O'Reily is harder to escape than Oz." Gloria
talking about them like she sometimes did. Her way of saying -- I'm not
going anywhere. Secretively, so she didn't bare her soul with her words
more than she already did with her eyes. 

 He bet she would say it out loud if he pressed. But he didn't need too.

 Her lips formed the softest grin, with her eyes serious and steady enough
for him to back off, leave the room, with one last kiss. 

 He tucked away her promise to stay loving him, her warmth, because it was
all he had left.

 ** 

 End

 **  Please send feedback to sistersleep.