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Marilyn

“Alright Marilyn. Everything looks great. The cancer is still in remission. Your blood pressure is back to normal, your color is coming back, and I can see you have put back on some weight. How do you feel?”

“I feel great. I mean, I am still a bit weak at times, and my head is sensitive to the wind, but I am feeling better than I have in a year. I can feel the prickles in my scalp from my hair growing back. I am not vomiting anymore either. So, all in all, I would say I am doing great.” She chuckles at me. I hear the snicker of Lars behind me and immediately my body goes on alert. Not surprising considering even when I had no feeling in any part of my body while I had been undergoing chemo, other than pain, I was most certainly aware of him. In one way or another.........

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Marilyn

“Alright Marilyn. Everything looks great. The cancer is still in remission. Your blood pressure is back to normal, your color is coming back, and I can see you have put back on some weight. How do you feel?”

“I feel great. I mean, I am still a bit weak at times, and my head is sensitive to the wind, but I am feeling better than I have in a year. I can feel the prickles in my scalp from my hair growing back. I am not vomiting anymore either. So, all in all, I would say I am doing great.” She chuckles at me. I hear the snicker of Lars behind me and immediately my body goes on alert. Not surprising considering even when I had no feeling in any part of my body while I had been undergoing chemo, other than pain, I was most certainly aware of him. In one way or another.

“I can attest, Dr. Carla, that Marilyn has been doing very well. She has gained five pounds since her last treatment and I watched her put a cheeseburger in her mouth a couple of days ago and it didn’t come back up.” he winks at me as he finishes his sentence. I gasp, not sure what I am supposed to say at this moment. Lucky for me, Dr. Carla takes this moment to end the conversation.

“Well that is indeed good news. With that bit of information, I am going to officially remove Lars from your case. You are in remission my love and no longer need a personal nurse. I expect to see you back here in three months. Of course, should something come up, please don’t hesitate. I am so happy for you. Live. Marilyn. Travel. See the world. You have just faced death and come out on the other side. Take chances. Not many get this chance.” With those words, she walks away, leaving me to ruminate over her advice. I sit in that chair, for a few minutes, thinking of all the things I want to do now that I can. Places I want to go, dreams I thought were over. Suddenly, everything around me feels light and filled with hope. I take a deep breath. As I am about to stand, I hear the voice that has been my constant source of comfort over the past year.

“You decide yet?” he asks in a rather husky tone. I turn and stumble back a bit as he is standing right in my face, looking down at me like I am the steak he has been craving. My skin begins to itch as the barely there hairs on the back of my neck, stand up.

“Decide what?” I whisper. My voice is not working apparently.

“Have you decided to live and take chances? I saw you thinking after what the doc said. Figured I would give you a second to decide.” Oh my. I can’t take his attention so closely. It’s making me want… everything.

“As a matter of fact, I have. I-I never thought I would have the chance. But now, I won’t deny myself the opportunity for happiness. No matter how it presents itself.” I say this looking him in the eye, trying to be brave. I know after this I won’t see him again and that hurts more than anything.

“So happy to hear that. That means you will let me pick you up tonight for dinner. How does seven sound?”

Blank. My head is blank. I mean literally, there is nothing there. Did he just ask me out? Maybe it’s not a date. Perhaps he does this for all of the patients he discharges. Ok. Calm down Marilyn. This is normal. Not a date.

“Yes. It is a date baby. Very much so.” he whispers, his mouth so close to mine. “And not for one moment, is this optional or does this end any other way then with you being my woman and knowing it. Since as far as I am concerned, you have been mine since I saw you come in for your first visit.” His head comes down towards mine and our mouths touch for the barest of moments. Sparks that have nothing to do with pain fly through my body for the briefest seconds. He pulls back, his hand caressing my face. “Mmm ...peppermint. Just like I suspected.” he licks his lips and steps back. “I will see you at seven Marilyn.”

With that he walks away and with him, he takes my common sense.........

to be continued........

Two

Lars

A year. I have been waiting for her to be discharged for a year so I can finally make her my wife. Don’t get me wrong, it was a great year. Yes. She was sick, in pain and one pneumonia outbreak from death. That is where I came in. My sole job as her personal nurse for the duration of her journey was to get her everything she needs. Make sure she had her medication, stuck with the diet prepared by her doctors, hold her hand when she got sick and above all else, be there for her during chemo...

I remember the day, she walked into the clinic for her evaluation. I remember thinking, wow is she beautiful. But I also got an overwhelming sense of her strength. I knew she would beat whatever it was that brought her into the cancer treatment center, and I wanted to be a part of it. Not only her journey through beating it, but I needed to be close to her. To breath in her spirit. To interlock ours together so her soul knew it wasn’t alone. I wanted her very essence to know she was protected and cared for. I began trying to find out everything I could about her. Including her case. I was determined to be put on her case. I went so far as to bribe my charge nurse who doles out the assignments with a pair of floor seats, behind the ice to the Blackhawks game that Christmas when she went home.

Once I was assigned to her case, I set about making sure she had everything she needed. I have been in this career for ten years. I have helped numerous women and men through their ordeal. I believe in what I do. Have known this was my destiny since my own mom went through this and I watched as her nurse kept her alive with dedication and love. I told myself no matter how ‘unmanly’ people might find this line of work; it was what I was going to dedicate my life to doing.

It wasn’t until she walked into the hospital, that I felt complete. It was more than just helping her. My future had just walked in and it was my job to make sure she made it to the finish line. I learned everything there was to know about her in the year we spent together. I learned her family was all gone except for her little sister who lived in the same town as her with three kids. I learned I was ten years older than her. She is 28. I learned she loves hockey but hates all other sports and that her favorite color is blue. Among other things. I told her all about me as well. My goal was to get the courting over with. Though we couldn’t date conventionally, for me this counted. Could it be helped if she wasn’t informed? The point is, when she was recovered and discharged, and I knew with everything in me she would be, I was not going to waste another second letting her know she was mine and where this was headed.

So, as I walk up to her front door, there is no nervousness or reticence. On the contrary. I feel quite calm and at peace. Ringing the doorbell, I fix my collar and look around. This is the first time I have been relegated to standing outside the door. As her nurse, I have had a key to her house for the past year, it is recommended. Should they ever need us, but can’t get to the door, we can get to them. Right now, is not the time to use it. No. This is different. I want it to feel different for her too.

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After what feels like forever, she opens it and steals my breath away. Yet again.

“Jesus, Marilyn. You are absolutely breathtaking.” I say as I enter the front door and pin her to it.

“Th-thank you.” she pants out licking her lips. “Are...we ready to go?” she fights to finish her thought thanks to the tongue, licking up the side of her neck. I inhale, smelling the light scent of her Beautiful Day, body spray. Both my hands grip her waist as I move my head to stare her in the eyes.

“Kiss me.” I command. Not bothering with all the pomp and circumstance. I don’t need extra shit to claim my woman. I just need her to comply and become one with me.

“Wh-what?” her body shakes, pulse jumping in her throat. Her eyes slightly closed as she allows herself to feel the vibrations between us.

“Kiss me, baby. Show me what you’re feeling right now. Words, Marilyn, are not always necessary. Sometimes, actions speak louder. Kiss me. Now.” I don’t mean it to sound as gruff as it does, but I am barely holding on. Knowing that she is no longer marred by sickness has taken the leash off my cock and it wants its woman. I don’t move, however. I need this move to be hers alone. I need her to make the leap so we can move together at the speed of light.

She looks into my eyes and I can't help but feel as if she is searching for something deep within me. Her vivid green pupils, imbuing my very spirit with her strength and curiosity, another sign of her will. She is not afraid of the truth. She must decide something at this moment. The next thing I know, her hands are around my neck and her lips are on mine.

After what feels like forever, she opens it and steals my breath away. Yet again.

“Jesus, Marilyn. You are absolutely breathtaking.” I say as I enter the front door and pin her to it.

“Th-thank you.” she pants out licking her lips. “Are...we ready to go?” she fights to finish her thought thanks to the tongue, licking up the side of her neck. I inhale, smelling the light scent of her Beautiful Day, body spray. Both my hands grip her waist as I move my head to stare her in the eyes.

“Kiss me.” I command. Not bothering with all the pomp and circumstance. I don’t need extra shit to claim my woman. I just need her to comply and become one with me.

“Wh-what?” her body shakes, pulse jumping in her throat. Her eyes slightly closed as she allows herself to feel the vibrations between us.

“Kiss me, baby. Show me what you’re feeling right now. Words, Marilyn, are not always necessary. Sometimes, actions speak louder. Kiss me. Now.” I don’t mean it to sound as gruff as it does, but I am barely holding on. Knowing that she is no longer marred by sickness has taken the leash off my cock and it wants its woman. I don’t move, however. I need this move to be hers alone. I need her to make the leap so we can move together at the speed of light.

She looks into my eyes and I can't help but feel as if she is searching for something deep within me. Her vivid green pupils, imbuing my very spirit with her strength and curiosity, another sign of her will. She is not afraid of the truth. She must decide something at this moment. The next thing I know, her hands are around my neck and her lips are on mine....

to be continued......

I allow her to lead the kiss for a moment, waiting to see how far she wants it to go. When her tongue comes out to play with mine, I know she is mine. I open my mouth as my tongue dances with hers. My hands don’t know where to go first. One goes to her h**. gripping her like she is going to disappear. The other ends up on the back of her head. Feeling her semi-baldness against the palm of my hand doesn’t deter me. In fact, it spurs me on. My woman fought br"a"t cancer and came out on the other side. A f*c*i*g beast. But in my arms, she is a kitten. Knowing we are going to be late for dinner if I don't pull back, I bite her lip and suck it into my mouth one more time, groping her a** in the process before I put her back from me.

Looking at her flushed face, lips swollen, having gone through my vortex, she looks so damn beautiful. Her eyes still closed, making her look even more delectable, knowing she is as gone as me.

“Open your eyes baby.” I demand, rubbing her cheek. When they land on me, she dips her head and blushes. So, fu"ki"g cute. “Hey. None of that. I love that you needed it as much as me. I just...we need this time to talk. But believe me, after tonight, there will be nothing else standing in my way.” With that I pull her to the door, and we exit. I look behind me as we walk to my car. I hope she knows how serious I am. This night is going to end with her under me. One way or another.ThreeMarilynOh God. What in the world was I thinking? I should have said no. I don’t even have a wig to wear for tonight. I am crazy. But heck if that kiss wasn’t...everything. The way he looks at me is like I am some mythical creature brought down here just for him. It’s intoxicating stuff man. A girl could get used to this. If I am honest, the nights when I wasn’t writhing in pain, or puking up everything but the freaking disease that was trying to kill me, he was what I fantasized about. But never, in a million years did I think he thought of me too. I turn my head slightly to really look at him outside of work scrubs. Damn does he look good. I never had the time to really pay attention to how freaking built he is. I mean seriously. Think Chris Hemsworth’s face and body with Alexander Skarsgard’s height. See what I mean? I mean hell, even while holding the steering wheel his arms are bulging and radiating power. And that is just from driving. I have also noticed that I can see hints of ink creeping out under his shirt leading up to his neck. Cancer centers are always so cold, so he was always in hospital sweaters, so this is the first time I am seeing him. Is it crazy that I want to trace wherever that ink goes with my tongue? Oh boy. I need to calm down. My lady parts are feeling a bit damp and twitchy.

“What are you thinking about over there?” he asks, rubbing his hand over mine. I swear if he could follow me around everywhere just touching me all day, I would be the most content woman in the world.

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“Duly noted. That can most certainly be arranged.” What… what? I turn to look at him and see the smirk on his face. Oh.my. God. I cannot believe I just said that out loud. Holy moly. My face must be fifty shades of red.

“Lars, I… I didn’t...I mean. Oh man.” I hide my face in the seatbelt. There is no way to recover from this. Talk about mortification.

“Don’t hide your face from me, baby. I find your honesty, though unintentional, refreshing and sexy as ****. Plus, I meant what I said. I could certainly arrange for me to follow you everywhere. It wouldn’t be any stretch at all seeing as how I have been obsessed with you from the moment, I saw you.”

“Oh.” What do you say to that?

“We are here baby. Wait in the car for me to come and open your door.” He hops out, hands the keys to the valet and comes around and opens my door. He offers me his hand and when I take it, a bolt of…something goes through my body. I know this is going to sound cheesy or cliché, but it is like those movies when two soulmates meet, and something happens when they touch. Yea. It was like that. I look up at him, trying to see if maybe by some chance he felt it too.

to be continued......