#julia hoffman

More text post memes for all of my adoring fans (tm). I Present to you: The Willie Loomis /Old house polycule special!

(Thank you for all the requests! These were FUN. ♥)

The first time Julia Hoffman examined him, it was the most outrageous and humiliating experience of his existence, alive or dead—or so he’d thought at the time.

Doctoring had been much different, in his day, and in spite of his rapidly learned knowledge of the modern world, being examined by a woman, and so intimately, had unnerved him more than he had wanted to admit.

Her hands on his body, then as now, were warm and steady, capable and eminently trustworthy.

How different from that first exam, when he had jumped like a scorched cat every time she made contact with his skin. It wasn’t that he’d never been with a woman in a state of undress. Far from it. But never before had a woman looked at him with that much burning interest. Not lust, not even possessiveness. Curiosity. She wanted to know him.

And she did, now. Julia Hoffman knew him inside and out, in ways that went beyond the mere knowledge of his body that she had accumulated over the years.

It comforted him, and frightened him, and he couldn’t watch as she drew the blood from his arm.

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Oh no.