The Patient & The Nurse - Needed
He watches her whilst she sleeps. He doesn't know why she now shares his room, shares his bed, but he is just glad she is there. It makes everything else easier to cope with. He is beginning to understand things, but he still has no memory of before.
"Wake her up."
He looks behind him, searching for the other voice. There is no one there. There never is. The voice is always in his mind.
He watches the rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair curls around on the pillow. He knows its softness from when he has snuggled up to her at night, which is the closest he has come to touching her. When he needs her she will take him in her arms and hold him. She is there when he has terrible nightmares which leave him drenched in sweat. Now he needs her, but this time he needs more than just the comfort of her arms.
He moans softly and tries not to think about the longing in his blood, the hardness between his legs, the aching of his balls. He doesn't want to hurt her, doesn't know how to ask her to help him. He remembers her mouth, and again he closes his eyes. How does he remember that? Where from?
"Wake her up, she won't mind. She's here for us. She belongs to us." The voice again. It lulls him into thinking about doing things he wouldn't normally do, and he reaches out to touch her shoulder.
Then his hand hesitates, inches away. He looks at her soft body again, and shakes her gently awake. He sits back. He doesn't want to crowd her and is now even thinking he has made a mistake as he watches her eyes open, blinking as she tries to wake herself up.
The voice has gone now. He is alone.
"What is it? Whats wrong?" She leans towards him, taking his hand, and he looks away, down at the covers. She moves to put the light on.
"No don't," he says quickly. There is enough light in the room and he doesn't want the harshness to drive away the warmth and closeness of her.
"Are you all right?" she asks quietly. She knows she is talking to the first personality, the gentle one, the one who never asks anything of her - but she can see his need in his eyes when he looks at her.
She sits up allowing the bed clothes to fall to her lap, and he can see the outline of her nipples against the fabric of her nightgown. He blushes. She sees where he was looking, and the quickness at which he looks away. He bites his lip, doesn't look at her. She moves closer. He can smell her, the soap she used in the shower, and her own special smell. She takes hold of his chin and turns him to look at her and smiles at him. Her eyes tell him she is there for him, for anything he needs, anything he wants.
"Why did you wake me?" she asks, her hands now in her lap, and she waits for him to speak.
"I..." he can't say it, he can't ask her. He tries to turn away, embarrassed, worried that she will be angry with him, he doesn't know what to say now she is awake.
She rests her hand on his arm and he turns back to her, making eye contact, wanting to reach out and touch her. Her other hand rests on top of the covers just above him and she can feel his solid need for her through the material. She knows she has to make the first move.
Her hand goes beneath the covers and gently touches him between the legs. He is naked.
He closes his eyes.
"I need you," he admits as he feels her hand take him, feels her fingers wrap around his cock, feels her stroking him, and he bites his lip again.
They sit quietly whilst she strokes him, and then she moves so she can look at him. Her hand comes away and she pushes the hair from his face. He looks at her, his eyes wide and trusting, and she bends and kisses him, feeling him respond. He takes her hand and places it back on his cock, encouraging her to move up and down, and she starts to rub again. He moans into her mouth and then when the kiss has finished he pulls away.
She is worried about frightening him away. This is the first time he has been brave enough to ask for her, brave enough to admit he wants her. She has watched him, seen how he looks at her when he thinks she is not looking. He is so unlike the second personality. He doesn't know how to take.
She is not sure how to proceed. Does she lead or let him lead? "How? How do you want me?" she asks eventually, and he closes his eyes for a moment. There is something there, she can see it.
There is something he wants her to do.
"Tell me." She keeps her voice quiet, gentle.
He looks at her, blushes, and then looks away again.
"Tell me, please," she stops rubbing him but doesn't remove her hand. She doesn't want him to think she is pushing him away.
His mouth opens as he tries to breathe. He wants to tell her so badly what he wants her to do.
"I..." he swallows.
She needs to help him.
She moves away slightly and pulls her nightdress up and over her head and drops it on the floor. Then she moves so he can see her, so that he can touch her and he does. He reaches out to feel how soft her skin is.
"Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do...do you want me to hold you?" She touches his cock again and he shakes his head no. Then he looks at her and gently reaches up and runs his fingers over her lips and then down her throat to her breast. He hesitates but then runs his fingers over her nipple and it hardens. "Think of how you want me and tell me what I'm doing." She swallows as he strokes her, her body reacting to his touch.
She wants him as much as he wants her. There are times when this personality looks so like James it crushes her, makes her breathless.
He looks up, into her eyes.
"What am I doing?" she asks again.
"You're on your knees," he says.
She studies him and then smiles, takes his hand. She slips out of the bed and encourages him to sit on the edge. She can feel him trembling as if he has never been with a woman before.
She kneels in front of him. "Like this?" she asks and he nods, those beautiful eyes watching in disbelief. She leans forward and kisses his forehead, then moves to his mouth, and he runs his hand down her arm brushing the knuckles against her breast. He feels her intake of breath as he does. She moves forwards slightly, pushing him gently back. Then she bends and runs her tongue over the top of his cock and he forgets to breathe. He is staring at her mouth, at what she is doing. He is hard, so hard that it hurts.
She looks up at him. "Is this what you would like me to do?"
He can't talk, only nod, and then without thinking he takes some of her hair in his metal hand and winds it around, feeling the softness against the cold metal plating.
She bends her head back down and he feels her take him into her mouth. He watches as her lips caress him. He feels as he slides down the back of her throat. He has wanted this for so long, dreamt about it at night whilst she lay sleeping next to him. He moans as he feels her tongue, as he feels her suck him, and his other hand moves to the back of her neck. Almost as if he is afraid she will stop.
"Please," he whispers.
He can see the shadow of her breasts, remembers just now how he felt the nipple harden in his hand.
"Oh God," he moans again and can't help but start to move, to push himself so he is as deep as he can go. He closes his eyes and concentrates on her soft wet mouth, the feel of her throat, her heat, how she is also stroking his balls.
He feels the heat rising in him, deep down, coming up, pushing itself out of him and then he explodes in her mouth, crying out aloud. Feels his semen run down her throat, feels her tongue still sucking him, feels her hand still on him, feels himself still pushing into her mouth, and still he keeps going again and again until he feels he is empty, feels he has reached a peak that this personality didn't know existed.
She doesn't pull away, not until she is sure he has finished, not until she is sure he is sated. When she does, she does so slowly, still gently using her tongue, still stroking him until he starts to soften, and then she sits back on her heels looking at him.
The look in her eyes telling him it is all right.
He can look at her now, take in her face, her eyes. He sees such a deep love for him that he wants to never stop touching her. She smiles and gets up moving to use the bathroom because she doesn't want him to smell himself on her breath.
"I won't be a moment," she says and he nods.
He lies back in the bed, closing his eyes, thinking about what she just did. He feels a sense of peace because he realises she cares about him, and not just for him.
But the voice hasn't finished with him yet. It is back. It whispers insidiously. "You felt her skin, so soft, you heard her moan. You need to please her now. See how her eyes turn to liquid." He feels himself hardening again, feels his heart begin to beat faster.
"Don't you want to be inside her?" The voice whispers.
When she comes out of the bathroom he is kneeling on the bed, the covers pulled back, and he is watching her. She hesitates. He holds out his hand and she comes forward. He doesn't say anything, just pulls her onto the bed, slowly running his fingers over her throat, down to her breasts, leaning forward to kiss her. He is more confident now. He feels her respond and he pushes her back gently and then starts to kiss down her throat. Then, kissing her left breast whilst his right hand roams her body, he hears her gasp. He is fully hard again, wants to please her, wants to hear her moan. His hand moves down, fingers trailing until he lets them slip between her legs and he hears her breathing hitch. He can feel the thud of her heart. His fingers find their way into her. She is wet. He kisses her stomach, her navel, and lower until he is knelt between her legs, pushing them wider and trailing his tongue across the patch of hair to where his fingers are.
"Oh God," he hears her whisper, feels her hand run through his hair and she opens her legs wider as his fingers open her to let his tongue explore. The taste of her, the softness. She is so wet. He gently sucks on her labia, listens to the moans he elicits. His own heart is beating faster and his balls ache again with the need to be inside her.
"Please..." he hears her moan and looks up. "Please come inside me...please."
And he moves so he is able to push his cock inside.
"Deeper," she begs, and he moves. He leans forward, slips his metal arm under her and pulls her up, using their hands to steady himself. She slides onto him and he is as deep as he can ever go. He is knelt, he is inside her, and she is knelt over him with her arms wrapped around him, small whimpers coming from her throat.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he whispers, concerned.
She can't speak, her eyes are huge, her lips parted, and she shakes her head no. She pulls back so that she can look at him, and slowly starts to move up and down on him.
Then she leans forward and kisses him, her tongue moving into his mouth whilst her hands hold his head and her fingers wind into his hair. When she breaks the kiss he moves her back slightly and bends to kiss her breasts.
They are now moving in unison, small moans coming from them both, climaxes building. He watches as his cock slides in and out of her, glistening with her wetness and he can hardly breathe.
She leans back even further and he sees her hair falling in a stream down her back and his right hand clenches a handful of it. He loves her hair so much. The feel of it. He can feel his balls tightening, feel that very soon he is going to let go of himself and flood her.
"Please," she moans once more and he sucks her breast, gently teasing it with his teeth, and she cries out. He feels her muscles clenching around him hard, feels the change inside her, the flush of heat that encompasses her whole body. Her eyes close, her body arches back and he lets himself go and they both come.
She moves forward and holds him tightly. She is breathless and he feels her heart still thudding. He holds her just as tightly. He think he hears her say a name but he is not sure, her voice was so quiet.
He doesn't need to say anything.
He moves back and they lay down facing each other then he takes her into his arms and holds her close. They fall asleep exhausted but for once both feeling relaxed, fulfilled.
"I told you, she belongs to us," he hears the voice whisper before sleep takes him.