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“Throw the ball again,” you say gently, waiting for the patient to do as you told them, catching the ball with ease. “Your grip is a bit weaker than the last time. You can fix it by changing your pointer finger— there you go! Now, throw it again… there you go! Good job!”

“I’m tired,” the patient sighs, and you smile sheepishly at them, helping them move back to their seat, sitting down next to them to massage their arm, “Ooh, that feels good!”

“Sorry,” you shoot them a grin, slowly and deeply moving your fingers to release the pressure in their muscles, “You’ve made huge progress! You’re one of the very few who can reach this level of rehabilitation in stroke cases, that’s why I’m making your exercises a little harder.”

“All thanks to you!” They match your energy, beaming at you, “I can write again! My handwriting is still awful, but I feel great when I write!”

“I’m glad! Make sure to do the moves I told you at home, and try to write more, but don’t overdo and tire yourself.” You stand up and move to your desk as your patient does the same, coming to shake your hand as best as they can. “Have a great day!”

“You too!” With that, they leave the room, leaving you exhausted and relieved that your day is finally over. And just in time, your phone starts buzzing with texts. You take the phone in your hand, biting your lip to stop the giant grin from forming on your face when you see Robby’s name on the screen.

  R>> You didn’t tell me what you’d like me to cook tonight

<< no, but I said you should choose, cause I’m not a picky eater

R>> I know that, sweetheart, but I wanna treat you. So, tell me.

<< nope, figure it out on your own, mister😏

R>> Take it easy on your old man.

R>> See you in a few hours, sweetheart. Xo.❤️

  You grin at your phone, snickering when you see his cute little ‘xo’ at the end of his text. 

It’s been a few weeks since the night at your parents’ house, and things escalated into something more fun pretty quickly. Late night rendezvous at your place, lots of sex and sneaky phone calls, but never a date. You’re still working on him to take you out some day, because as far as you know, you have gone to dinners together quite a lot, and your parents have never been bothered by it.

You just need to convince Robby it’ll be fine.

  << see you, old man!

R>> Now, you are just pushing your luck.

R>> No sex if you keep up this attitude.

<< WAIT

<< I didn’t know we were gonna do something! Also

<< you called yourself old! I’m just rolling with the flow

R>> I’m not coming over for dinner alone

<< you want me just for my body

<< disgusting, by the way, I should tell my mom about it

  You know he’s gonna start telling you how untrue that is. Of course, you know he doesn’t want you just for that, but it is quite entertaining to watch him lose his mind a little trying to prove you wrong.

  R>> You know that’s not true, sweetheart. We’ve had something before we slept with each other. I hope you don’t think I’m just here for sex.

R>> I’ll make it up to you with dinner, alright? I may or may not have a surprise for you.

  You are about to call him when someone knocks on your door, signaling that the clinic is closing up for the night, and you have to leave pretty soon. 

“We’re closing in a bit,” the secretary peeks from the door, smiling back when you do, and stands up to grab your bag and take off your coat.

“Thank you, I’m gonna leave now, have a good night!” You hug her quickly before you skip out of the clinic, Robby’s text left unanswered on your screen while you make your way towards your car, wanting nothing more than driving home right into Robby’s arms.

He is not there yet, you are sure. Even though you were willing — still are — to give him your spare key, he respectfully declined the offer, said something about it being ‘too intrusive’, and the way he said it left no room for argument.

The drive home couldn’t come to an end any sooner. You practically drove the car through the streets at 100 km/h and hoped for no traffic. To your luck, there was none, and the route to your apartment was clear. 

You spot Robby as you rotate the car in the parking lot, waiting for you with full bags in both hands. He looks exhausted, probably the worst you have seen him, and it breaks your heart a little that even with his exhaustion, he is willing to come and spend time with you.

You cut off the engine and jump out of the car after you grab your bag and phone, walking toward him with a kip in your step, grinning when he puts the bags down to collect you in his arms. You melt in his embrace when he tucks your head under his chin and hums, tension leaving his body slowly, when you wrap your arms around his waist to keep him close.

“Long day?” you ask, smiling and looking up at him, reaching to cup his face with one hand when he nods, and drops his forehead on yours, “That bad, huh?”

“Not really, I had to fill Langdon’s place today. His wife was sick, so he couldn’t come in,” he shrugs like it is not a big deal, but you can see the way his hands are gripping your hips tightly, “C’mon, I promised you dinner, didn’t I?”

“I have a bag of frozen chicken nuggets in my fridge, you don’t need to cook if you don’t feel like it,” you say, bending down to grab one of the bags, but he beats you to it and gives you a scolding look, “What? I can’t carry a bag of groceries now?”

“Not when I’m around,” he mutters and leans down to peck your lips, “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

“What a fine gentleman you are,” you tease him, walking ahead of him to the elevator, looking over your shoulder to make sure he is following you, and he sure is with a shake of his head and a small smile plastered on his lips.

“I try my best,” he rests the back of his head on the elevator’s mirror, watching you move to stand in front of him, rubbing your hands up and down his chest gently, “How was your day?”

“It’s kind of ironic to ask me this question, you know,” you kiss his chin, giggling when heat rises to his cheeks, “You save lives, you shouldn’t worry about what ball game we play in the clinic.”

“I save lives, true, but you give those people life. That’s very different, and difficult,” he holds all the bags with one hand so he can caress your head, “Don’t underestimate your work.”

“I’m not! It’s just… It’s a bit ridiculous to whine about my day when you worked for twelve hours in the ER,” you rest your palm over his hand as he cradles your face, his thumb stroking your cheek gently.

“Just because my job is hard doesn’t mean yours isn’t,” he forces you to look him in the eye by tilting your jaw upwards with his fingers, “You can and should complain if it’s making you upset.”

“It doesn’t upset me! But it sure as hell makes me lose my mind sometimes,” you groan and lean forward, resting some of your weight on him as he wraps his free arm around your shoulders to keep you close, waiting for the elevator to reach your floor.

“Then you should do it more often.”

“Like how you open up so easily?” You narrow your eyes at him, and he huffs out a quick laugh, “Seriously, you’re the worst person to give this type of advice.”

“I want you to have a peaceful mind, is that so bad?” He asks, kissing the tip of your nose before the doors open, and he leads you out of the elevator, “And don’t act like we’ve never talked about our jobs together. We’ve done it countless times already.”

“Aha, but still, can never forget how Mom said you nearly gave a speech about burying your feelings to your new med students,” you poke his chest before unlocking the door to your apartment. “Also, how’s Mom? I didn’t have time to call her today.”

“She’s good, keeping the ER running and stopping me from burning the building down.” he follows you into the house, handing you the bags when he has to take off his shoes.

“Thank god or I’d have to bail you out of jail.” You drop the bags on the countertop, moving to the sink to wash your hands, “Change and then we’ll start cooking–“

“No, sweetheart, I’ll cook, you relax.” he walks to your bedroom, dropping his backpack next to the bed. “Can I take a quick shower?”

“Of course you can! Use the ensuite bathroom.”

“Thank you,” he smiles and unzips his hoodie, dropping the fabric on your bed before he walks out of your sight.

You are trying really hard to focus on pulling out whatever he has bought, but for some reason, the idea of a naked Robby in your bathroom makes you tingle all over your body. So with a bit of hesitation, you abandon the groceries and tiptoe into your bedroom, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Mind if I join you?” You ask after Robby says your name, slowly pushing the door open, biting your lip when you find him standing behind the glass walls with hot water pouring down on his body.

“Sure,” he slides the door open, watching you strip down slowly, pulling your shirt and pants off, biting your lip when you notice his dark eyes wandering all over the exposed skin. With a swift move, you drop your bra on the pile of clothes, your panties following soon.

“Hey,” you say, smiling as Robby extends his hand and guides you inside the shower, making you gasp when the water pours down on your head, “This is so cold!”

“It’s not really!” He chuckles when you shiver and wrap your arms around his neck, “You run cold, that’s why–“

“And you run very fucking hot! It’s really crazy, by the way,” you run your fingers through his wet hair, giggling when he pushes you against the wall and his hands move lower to hold the hips, “Let me wash you?”

“What?” He laughs a little, but stops abruptly when he realizes you are quite serious, “You’re not kidding… are you sure?”

“Yup,” you beam up at him, reaching for the shampoo bottle, lathering it on your hand before applying it on his hair slowly, threading your fingers through the strands of his hair, massaging his scalp gently, watching him as the tension leaves his body, “Feels good?”

“Feels great actually,” he hums and smiles softly, closing his eyes as you scratch the nape of his neck, kissing the side of his head when he drops his forehead on your shoulder, “don’t stop.”

“I won’t, handsome,” you whisper, “But we gotta rinse your head now.”

“Nooo,” he whines, yanking you against him, making you giggle when the water drips down your face, “Too soon, sweetheart…”

“You’re evil!” You cup his face with your foamy hands, looking into his eyes before you start running your fingers between his beard, “I don’t have an expensive haircare routine, so we gotta go with this.”

“I don’t care, as long as you don’t stop touching me–“

“Oh? You want me to touch you?” Kissing the corner of his lips before pulling him under the water, “I will after I wash your hair. Now, close your eyes.” You make sure all the foam is gone from his hair, taking extra time to massage his neck and behind his ears, rinsing all the shampoo from his face too.

While he runs one of his hands in his hair, you take the luffa in your hand and pour some of your body wash on it, rubbing it against your hand a little until you see the bubbles before you start dragging it over his shoulders, washing off the excess of his shift.

“Lift your arm–“

“Absolutely not–“

“You’re not letting me take care of you–“

“That’s because I don’t want you to,” he snatches the luffa out of your hand before he turns you around, leaning down a little to whisper in your ear, “Clean yourself before I do something I regret later.”

“Like what?” You crane your head to look at him over your shoulder, gasping when he presses his body to your back, nudging you forward with his weight until your breasts are pushed against the wall.

“Like trying to fuck you and ending up with a head concussion,” he replies, swiping the luffa over his armpits and arms, scrubbing down his chest and stomach, “But I can do other things…”

“Yeah? Would you be kind enough to show me?” You can already feel his cock hardening against your ass when you grind on him, throwing your head back on his shoulder while he cleans himself, “I’ve been trying to be good for you, I deserve it…”

“Yes, sweetheart, I agree,” he whispers, hands finding your hips again after he abandons the luffa on the wall and lets the water wash the bubbles away. Robby buries his face in your neck, squeezing your flesh softly, “It’s my turn to take care of you now. You deserve it.”

You nod in agreement, bracing yourself with your hands on the wall as he knocks your legs apart with his knees, allowing his hands to roam freely over your wet skin, gripping and rubbing wherever he goes.

“I’m not gonna fuck you here,” you whine — even pout — when he says that, but he is quick to shush you and snakes his hand between your bodies, stroking your dripping cunt with his fingers, “Though that doesn’t mean I won’t finger you.”

“You’re very generous, thank you,” you huff out a laugh that soon turns into a moan when his other hand circles around your waist, two of his fingers rubbing your clit slowly.

“Always the best for you,” he kisses your earlobe, fingertips teasing your hole, feeling your walls flutter around nothing, a gush of wetness dribbling out slowly before he pushes his finger inside you, “Gonna make you come fast, alright? So we can move this to the bedroom sooner.”

“You already have bedroom plans?” You gasp when he adds another finger, thrusting them in and out of you slowly at first.

“I told you I’m not here just for dinner, do you even listen to me?” he scolds you gently, picking up his pace, fucking you faster with his fingers while he presses his chest to your back, “You ought to listen to me, sweetheart, so I can reward you more,”

“Okay–” you hiccup as he curls his fingers inside, moving his wrist up and down, burying his fingers deep inside you as his fingertips brush against your sweet spot, making your toes curl. The water pours on your heated bodies, making Robby’s movements easier as he keeps you both secured by his arm around you, “Robby…”

“I know, I know,” he drags the tip of his nose over your pulse, pressing a kiss on your clavicle as he resumes rubbing your clit, driving you closer to the edge of your orgasm, “Come for me, let me take care of you.”

“Fuck, fuck-Robby! I’m gonna c–”

“Yes, that’s it,” he hums against the side of your throat, grinning widely when you start to shake and gush all over his fingers, throwing your head back and moaning out his name over and over again, “Atta girl.”

“Fuck, you’re evil,” you laugh breathlessly as you slump forward, hissing when he doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers into you throughout your orgasm. Your thighs clamp down around his wrist as you try to keep your weight up while he is busy rubbing circles over your sensitive bud.

“Really? But you were moaning my name a few seconds ago,” he bites your shoulder gently, slowly easing his fingers out of you, turning you around to look at your face, “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, now come here,” you yank him down, capturing his lips in a heated, searing kiss, molding your mouth with his like you have been starved for years, throwing your arms around his neck. 

The water drips on both of your faces, making it harder for you to breathe, but you simply can’t let go of him, not now anyway. And it seems he doesn’t want you to let go either, given how tightly he is clutching your hips.

He pulls away from your lips, gasping for air and resting his forehead on yours, his heavy breathing getting worse when you reach between your bodies to grab his aching cock, stroking him slowly.

“And you call me evil,” He sighs, pushing his hips forward, rocking into your fist gently while you press little lingering kisses on his cheek, swiping your thumb over the tip of his cock, “Don’t torture me…” “Let’s go,” you mumble against his lips before you let go of his dick, closing off the tap as you grab his hand to lead him out of the shower. “You said a few promising things.”

“Wow, did I really?” he chuckles when you turn the two of you around, pushing him down until he is lying on your bed, soaking the mattress without a care in the world, “And what did I say?”

“That you wanted to fuck me!” you say and crawl on top of him, straddling his wide hips before your hands reach for his cock, stroking him quickly, making him lose his train of thought immediately, “Cook for me, and also you said you had a surprise!”

“You’ll get all that if only you ride me.” his hands fly to your waist, holding you tightly as you plant one of your feet on the bed and line him up with your hole, “C’mon, sweetheart, I’m starving.”

“For me, right? Cause if you say food, I won–aah!”

You should never mess with Robby when his head is filled with lust, never, yet, it has turned to be one of your favorite things. You have grown past the shy state a bit, trying to flirt and talk back more, not to say he doesn’t make you nervous and flustered at all, but you are more comfortable with him than you used to be.

Until he takes charge and thrusts up, feeding your cunt his entire dick, making you wail out and hold yourself up by your hands on his chest. He groans as soon as your velvety walls envelope him entirely, and he has to take a few deep breaths so he doesn’t come too fast.

“Why’d you do that?” you ask, eyes foggy and hips trembling as you try to move them slowly, water dripping from your hair on your tits and on his body, and the sight is enough to drive him crazy.

“Because I wanted to,” he smiles lazily, one hand traveling up your stomach to your boobs, gripping one of them and squeezing it, watching you pick up your pace more and more by the second, “There she is, there’s my good girl.”

Your body is on fire, your skin is heating up, but it only urges you to go faster, rocking your hips back and forth and pushing his cock deeper inside you. You grab his other hand, moving it up to your throat, encouraging him to do what you are asking of him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart,” he grunts, squeezing the sides of your neck gently, watching how your eyes roll to the back of your head by the barest pressure. He lets go og your breast and goes down to your navel, spreading his fingers over your abdomen while he flickers your clit with his thumb, “Give me another one, I know you can do it.” Of course you can, for him you can do anything. But right now, all you need is to go faster, and he catches up on it instantly, bending his knees before he starts fucking you, the lewd sound of his thighs slapping against your ass driving you insane.

“Robby, Robby–” the cry you let out is enough to send you over the edge, making you both come so hard your vision nearly turns white. You fall forward on top of him, catching yourself up by your palms next to his head while he holds onto your hips with both hands now, hammering his cock into you with desperation — like a man possessed and not a doctor who’s spent twelve hours on his feet.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come, get off me!” 

Fuck is right, you had no idea you were having unprotected sex up until now. You were so lost in pleasure and the need to be close to each other that you forgot to put a condom on. You roll over on the bed, spreading your legs as he towers over you hurriedly, stroking himself until he starts shooting his cum over your tits, groaning and whining even as he finishes on you.

“That was reckless!” you say, watching him in amusement as the two of you try to catch your breaths, “How did we forget to use protection?”

“This is what you get for sneaking in the shower with me.” he bends down to kiss you softly before he pulls you up on your feet slowly, making sure you are alright to walk to your bathroom. “Next time, make sure you have a box where we can see it.”

“Admit that you were just as horny as I was,” you nudge his elbow, standing in front of him as he cleans you and dries your head with a different towel, “So, are you gonna tell me what’s the surprise now?”

“At dinner,” he pinches your cheek, walking back to the bedroom and pulling a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt out, “Do you want to help me with the salad?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” you giggle when he rolls his eyes at you and watches you get dressed; nothing too fancy, just a pair of shorts that are really, really short — enough to tease him and drive him crazy — and an AC/DC t-shirt he left behind the last time he came to visit, “Sorry, it’s more comfortable than anything I own.”

“Keep it,” he shrugs, smiling with his entire face when you look at him obscurely before he pulls you in his embrace with his hands on your waist, “It looks better on you anyway.”

“Thank you,”  you smile back shyly, biting your lip when he doesn’t look away immediately and sees how flustered you are getting, “Don’t do this to me!”

“I didn’t do anything!” He chuckles heartily, patting your head before he walks away toward the kitchen, “Come on, we have a lot to do!”

“What are you cooking for us, chef?” You lean on your elbows on the counter, watching him pull out the meat, vegetables, and the pasta, “Oo, these look delicious already.”

“Ragu pasta,” Robby says, pulling out a wine bottle from the bags, “With your salad of choice! And red wine since I have to open the bottle anyway.”

“That’s gonna take at least two and a half hours!” You whine, giving him your best puppy eyes, “I’m starving! I can’t wait that long!”

“Here’s a bag of chips for you,” he says, shaking his head when you thank him with an embarrassed smile. “I’m pretty hungry too, but we have all night, and I wanna cook for you.”

“Don’t you have to be up at five?” you ask, walking around the counter before you put your palms on the surface, jumping to sit up there with Robby’s help, spreading your legs so he can stand between them, “I mean it’s Thursday!”

“That was the surprise, but you caught it much sooner than I’d like.” he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I’m off tomorrow, that means I’m all yours for more than twenty-four hours.”

“You’re not joking, right?” You narrow your eyes at him, flashing him a bright grin, “So… are you staying tonight and tomorrow night?”

“Yes, I’m staying,” he kisses you for a brief second before he opens the bag of chips for you and moves to pull out your cutting board, “And I’ll make breakfast too. Since you don’t charge me money.”

“You’re earning your stay, I like that!”

“Doing my best,” he mutters sweetly, cutting up the meat with his back to you. “You should put some music on or talk about your day.”

“I’ll play something if you promise to dance with me!”

“Absolutely not!” He laughs, bringing out a pot from your cabinet, “I hate dancing, and we’d end up in the Pitt if I dance with you. You’d lose both legs…”

“Okay, no music then, and you have to answer me.” he stops when you say that, turning around to look you in the eye, waiting for you to resume talking, “Why do we never go out? Like a date?” “I’ve told you before, it’s because the risk is too big to take. If someone sees us, we’re screwed,” he explains, and goes back to cooking, “Isn’t this nice? I cook you a Ragu pasta for a minimum of three hours and fuck you without having to get into the car.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t nice! It is far more than I expected, but I wish we could go out and have a very nice dinner! Like an actual date, so I can play dress up and have sex with you in the restaurant’s restroom. Besides, we’ve already gone out just the two of us before we started this thing. No one suspected anything!”

“Your dad isn’t my biggest fan.”

“Oh please, fuck off! He was so nice to you at the party! We’ve done this before. If we stop, then people will think we’re falling out or something.” You pop a few chips in your mouth, swinging your legs side to side, “But I’m not gonna sour our mood! It’s a rare occasion for you to stay for the night.”

“You never do that, sweetheart. I like listening to you,” he smiles at you, cutting the vegetables and dropping them into the pan, “Wanna have some wine?”

“Only if you dance with me!”

“Forget about it!”

•••

You wake up to an empty bed, and this is the first thing you notice. Robby’s side of the bed is still warm, but the emptiness is enough to make you sit up and rub your eyes, trying to wipe off the drowsiness.

You groan and reach for your phone, looking at the bright screen with a sneer when you notice it’s over ten in the morning. With a deep sigh, you push the covers off you and reach for Robby’s shirt on the floor to cover the best of your naked body.

“Robby?”

“Here, sweetheart,” he smiles at you softly when you pad into the living room, finding him seated behind your dining table with his glasses on, a book in his hand and a plate of pancakes in front of him, “Good morning.”

“Definitely a good one!” You make your way toward him, letting him pull you down on his lap, kissing you gently as soon as he can. You kiss him back without hesitation, cupping his neck while you move your lips in sync with him.

“I made you pancakes,” he whispers between his kisses, one of his hands holds you against him while the other caresses your back, “Eat something, I’m sure you’re hungry after last night.”

“You could say that,” you turn around to grab a pancake from the plate, taking a bite from it before you look at Robby, “Aren’t you hungry too?”

“Yeah, but not for this,” he raises his eyebrow at you, waiting for you to notice how his pupils dilate from desire, but he chuckles when you tilt your head to the side in confusion, “I’m hungry for you, not some stupid food.”

“So… what are you gonna do about it?”

Robby drops his book on the ground before he pushes the plate to the side, grabbing you by your thighs as he perches you on top of the table with ease, pulling his chair closer so he can drop your knees over his shoulders.