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Authors: Azure Boone, Kenra Daniels
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Except for the female kind, of course.
The elemental mercury in his body, already heated by the room’s temperature and exerting its influence upon his psyche, became hotter. With no time to waste, Toren gave himself a stern reminder to maintain control. He sat on the edge of the bed and lifted Samantha's arm. It took some maneuvering but he eventually managed to get it out of the sleeve, then repeated the operation on the other side. Satisfied with the result, he raised her upper body up and tugged the coat from behind her, only to find it trapped under her lower body. After a moment of consternation, he gently leaned her to her side and worked the garment out from under her.
Now for her shirt. And then…pants. Maybe he could wake her and explain what he was doing so she didn’t wake up and think he was molesting her. “Samantha? Hey, Samantha, can you hear me?” He took her hand between his and tapped firmly. “Samantha, wake up. I need to get you out of your wet clothes. I’m going to put mine on you. They’re dry. You have a fever.”
She didn't even stir so he tapped harder , finally getting a moan. It wasn’t much, but it made him feel better. He leaned to her ear. “Samantha, please, wake up.” Toren couldn’t resist speaking delicately to her. “I need you to help me undress you.” He clenched his eyes, realizing how bad that sounded. “To change your clothes. They’re wet and you’re sick. Can you wake up for me?”
She suddenly gasped and sat up, looking all around then at him. Her wide eyes scanned his naked body and he held up his hands to show it wasn’t what it looked like , what he saw in her eyes. “I took my clothes off to give them to you because yours are wet and you’re running a fever.” Without taking his eyes from her wide shocked gaze, he pointed to the stove. “I’m drying our coats so you have something dry to wear.” He kept his voice gentle and hypnotic as he could.
“Why…” she swallowed and winced as though her throat hurt, “are we here?”
“You passed out and the storm hit. I couldn’t see the road and didn’t want to get stranded in the blizzard.”
Her jaw trembled and she looked around, holding her arms and shivering despite the fact that the room felt like an oven. Her delicate oval face was incredibly pale, except for the spot of bright red high on each cheekbone and the dark hollows under her eyes. Her hair hung in a stringy, damp brown mass, except for the right side, where it was burned nearly to the scalp. Damn. It didn't even resemble the silky chestnut he'd noticed when she strode into the ranch house kitchen.
“You can’t waste the wood. Don’t put any more on . We don’t have much as it is. We'll have to make it last until we can get out of here.” Her fearful gaze flicked over him again. “You look different without your… hat.”
What had she been about to say? Before he could ask, she coughed, deep and painful sounding, reminding him of her condition. How could he let that detail slip his mind for an instant? “You need to take this.” He held the medicine to her. “For your fever.”
She took the medicine from his hand not arguing. He handed her the water bottle and watched as she tossed the pills in her mouth and drank, then wiped her mouth on her arm before a violent chill took her. “Turn around, I need to get out of these wet clothes.”
Finally, something he could do to really help. “Oh. Here." He nearly dropped his shirt twice before he managed to hand it to her. "You can wear my shirt while you wait for your clothes to dry. Let me see if my coat is no longer wet, you can cover up with it.” He went to the stove and checked it. “Five more minutes.” He turned back toward her and she jerked her gaze up. She’d been staring at his body. Had she liked what she saw? “I only got out of my clothes to give them to you until yours dried.”
“That’s fine.” She seemed to try for no problem but her voice came out
The elemental mercury in his body, already heated by the room’s temperature and exerting its influence upon his psyche, became hotter. With no time to waste, Toren gave himself a stern reminder to maintain control. He sat on the edge of the bed and lifted Samantha's arm. It took some maneuvering but he eventually managed to get it out of the sleeve, then repeated the operation on the other side. Satisfied with the result, he raised her upper body up and tugged the coat from behind her, only to find it trapped under her lower body. After a moment of consternation, he gently leaned her to her side and worked the garment out from under her.
Now for her shirt. And then…pants. Maybe he could wake her and explain what he was doing so she didn’t wake up and think he was molesting her. “Samantha? Hey, Samantha, can you hear me?” He took her hand between his and tapped firmly. “Samantha, wake up. I need to get you out of your wet clothes. I’m going to put mine on you. They’re dry. You have a fever.”
She didn't even stir so he tapped harder , finally getting a moan. It wasn’t much, but it made him feel better. He leaned to her ear. “Samantha, please, wake up.” Toren couldn’t resist speaking delicately to her. “I need you to help me undress you.” He clenched his eyes, realizing how bad that sounded. “To change your clothes. They’re wet and you’re sick. Can you wake up for me?”
She suddenly gasped and sat up, looking all around then at him. Her wide eyes scanned his naked body and he held up his hands to show it wasn’t what it looked like , what he saw in her eyes. “I took my clothes off to give them to you because yours are wet and you’re running a fever.” Without taking his eyes from her wide shocked gaze, he pointed to the stove. “I’m drying our coats so you have something dry to wear.” He kept his voice gentle and hypnotic as he could.
“Why…” she swallowed and winced as though her throat hurt, “are we here?”
“You passed out and the storm hit. I couldn’t see the road and didn’t want to get stranded in the blizzard.”
Her jaw trembled and she looked around, holding her arms and shivering despite the fact that the room felt like an oven. Her delicate oval face was incredibly pale, except for the spot of bright red high on each cheekbone and the dark hollows under her eyes. Her hair hung in a stringy, damp brown mass, except for the right side, where it was burned nearly to the scalp. Damn. It didn't even resemble the silky chestnut he'd noticed when she strode into the ranch house kitchen.
“You can’t waste the wood. Don’t put any more on . We don’t have much as it is. We'll have to make it last until we can get out of here.” Her fearful gaze flicked over him again. “You look different without your… hat.”
What had she been about to say? Before he could ask, she coughed, deep and painful sounding, reminding him of her condition. How could he let that detail slip his mind for an instant? “You need to take this.” He held the medicine to her. “For your fever.”
She took the medicine from his hand not arguing. He handed her the water bottle and watched as she tossed the pills in her mouth and drank, then wiped her mouth on her arm before a violent chill took her. “Turn around, I need to get out of these wet clothes.”
Finally, something he could do to really help. “Oh. Here." He nearly dropped his shirt twice before he managed to hand it to her. "You can wear my shirt while you wait for your clothes to dry. Let me see if my coat is no longer wet, you can cover up with it.” He went to the stove and checked it. “Five more minutes.” He turned back toward her and she jerked her gaze up. She’d been staring at his body. Had she liked what she saw? “I only got out of my clothes to give them to you until yours dried.”
“That’s fine.” She seemed to try for no problem but her voice came out
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