by Ali Vali
"Happy birthday, honey."
"Thanks, could I interest you in going home with me instead of lunch?" Desi could feel Harry’s lips against her own as she asked the question. Jack had his hand wrapped in Harry’s hair and was pulling as hard as he could as if trying to hurry his parents into leaving the restaurant.
"Don’t you want to eat before you unwrap your other present?" teased Desi. The waitress couldn’t help one more interruption.
"I take it you two know each other?"
"No, we just met," answered Harry.
"Yeah right."
"I’m telling you, it’s true. I was sitting here all lonely, and this nice lady walked over here and asked me to marry her. She’s so cute, how could I resist? Right Miss…"
"Desi. Mrs. Desi Basantes." Desi stuck her hand out and shook Harry’s hand. "See why I wanted to go first, I had a good feeling about this."
"Harry." She shook Desi’s hand and held Jack closer and laughed at the confused look Desi was giving her. "My name, it’s Harry."
"Congratulations, would you like to order lunch to celebrate?"
"No thanks, we want to get a jump on the honeymoon, right, Barry?"
"Harry, and yes, I’m ready." Harry got up with Jack, shouldered his diaper bag and walked out leaving Desi to deal with the miffed waitress. Shaking her head, Desi reached for her wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill.
"Thanks for being so nice."
"Be happy," said the now happier worker.
"Thanks, I already am." Desi followed the path Harry and Jack had taken, smiling at the elderly couple now holding hands at the next table. "How long do I have you for?" Desi asked Harry when she stepped outside.
"Forever if you can stand me that long." Desi found it sweet that Harry kept looking at her finger. It wasn’t meant to be a leash, but it couldn’t hurt letting women like their waitress know Harry was indeed taken.
"I know that, goofus, you aren’t shaking us now. I meant for the rest of the day."
"Would it disappoint you to know Irma rescheduled the rest of my appointments for the day?"
"When was the last time you gave Irma a raise?" Desi stepped closer to Harry and slipped two fingers into the front of her pants.
"Am I going to get lucky when I get home?"
"You, lover, most certainly are." Harry nodded after Desi’s answer then unclipped her cell phone pushing one of the memory keys then handed it to Desi.
"Dr. Basantes’s office."
"Irma, hi, it’s Desi."
"Hey girl, sorry the big guy left for lunch already, try her on the cell."
"The big guy is standing right in front of me, and she tells me you gave her the rest of the day off. Tell me that’s true?"
"It’s true, it’s her birthday after all."
"Yes it is, but we wanted to give you a gift." Desi paused and raised her brow to see if it was all right to continue. Harry nodded her head and waved her hand, curious to see how generous Desi was willing to be.
"Thanks, but it’s really not necessary."
"You take such good care of her, I insist. Take the rest of the day off, but before you leave, go into your personnel file and give yourself a twenty percent raise." Desi laughed then handed the phone to Harry.
"Of course I approve, you heard the boss, take yourself out to lunch will all your new found wealth."
"Too much?" Desi asked when Harry clipped her phone back.
"Nah, she makes more than I do now, but I have a wife that takes good care of me so I’m not complaining."
"Good thing, are you ready?" asked Desi.
"For so many things."
"Then let the fun begin then."
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"Would you like a tour?"
"It’s not like I haven’t done this before, only last time it was under much cleaner conditions."
"Try and look past that and do the best you can. Once you become familiar with the layout, you’ll come to love it here." The older nurse walked around the ward with their new night shift employee. The young dour looking woman had come from Mercy, and that was all she was willing to say on the subject. When Catherine, the nursing supervisor, had called Mercy to check her references, she had been told Mitzy had been fired, but not for lack of ability.
Catherine had taken a liking to the girl after she found out she had been let go because of her involvement with one of the staff doctors. Pompous asses, they screw around and it’s always the low man on the totem pole that gets cut. Mitzy’s supervisor wouldn’t tell her who the doctor was but that it was the only reason for her being let go.
"Is there any place around here to eat that’s any good?" asked Mitzy. The fact Charity was willing to hire her had been fortunate since she didn’t want to leave the city. She had sat in her apartment for a couple of days cursing the day she had laid eyes on Harry Basantes, not having the energy to do much else. Mitzy was sure the doctor knew nothing of the hospital hiring her, though working nights on one of the wards would make it unlikely that she would run into Harry often.
"It’s best to go with someone, dear. You don’t want to be walking the campus alone at night. If you want, once your shift is over, call security and they will walk you to your car."
"Thanks, Catherine, I appreciate your giving me this chance. If you don’t mind, I’ll start checking patients and getting familiar with their med schedules." Catherine smiled at her enthusiasm and nodded her agreement.
"Great, I’ll be in my office if you need anything."
"Thanks, I’ll let you know ." Mitzy stuck her hands in her pockets and watched her boss walk toward the elevators. She picked up her charts and headed for the first of five rooms she was responsible for, already anxious for the sun to rise signaling the end of her shift.
Unlike Mercy, Charity had at least three people per room with only a thin curtain as privacy between the beds. Mitzy moved from bed to bed doing vital checks and administering medications. Once she finished her first circuit she sat behind the nurses’ station and skimmed through the other two nurses’ charts while they were in with their patients.
"Who’s this special person?" Mitzy whispered the question to no one in particular after seeing the lone chart for the room at the end of the hall. "I thought there were no private rooms in this place?"
"There isn’t, this is just a special case and we aren’t busting at the seams as usual. Dr. Basantes asked if we could keep her comfortable if it was possible, and she’s such a sweetie, how could we say no?"
"The patient?" Mitzy asked the other nurse who seemed too happy for her taste, considering what time it was.
"No silly, Dr. Basantes. Do you know her? Isn’t she the greatest?"
"I know her, and no, I think she’s way overrated. Who does she have stashed in there alone?" Mitzy took a deep breath to calm down before she scared her coworker into not saying anything else.
"Diana Lagrie, she had surgery about a week ago to fix some damage from an old injury." Celia looked at the numerous expressions that crossed the new woman’s face and they all looked like some varying degree of hate.
"That isn’t the escaped convict’s sister, is it?"
"Does it matter? Ms. Lagrie is really nice and has had a hard time. My job is to make sure her nights are restful and pain free."
"She’s lucky to have you. Well round two has begun." Mitzy headed back toward her own set of rooms with a sudden urge to meet Diana Lagrie. As angry as she still was with Harry, Diana might be a way to get back into the doctor’s good graces. I just know if you give me a chance, I can make you happy Harry.
"Hurry back." Not! Celia watched Mitzy walk away and shuttered. The woman was throwing off some weird vibes and Celia wanted nothing to do with her.
Mitzy looked down at her first patient seeing tears in the woman’s eyes. The chart informed her the woman had undergone a hysterectomy that morning. "Are you in pain?"
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"Oh yeah, give a minute."
"You want me to rub it?"
"That’s what got me in this position in the first place, but what the hell, go for it." Harry had been enjoying Desi’s roaming hands when her partner hit a sensitive spot by surprise causing a cramp in the muscles in one side of Harry’s butt.
"I zigged when I should have zagged huh?" Desi asked as she massaged Harry’s backside trying to get the muscles to relax.
"It’s only the one side that hurts, baby."
"I’m taking precautionary measures here so relax. Don’t worry, I’m married to a doctor, I know what I’m doing." Desi’s massage was becoming more of a caress as the sight of Harry’s naked butt was starting to do things to her own center.
Harry rolled over to her back and pulled Desi up so that the smaller woman could sit on her abdomen. The black silk teddy Desi had given her for her birthday was draped over a lamp along with a pair of matching silk boxers.
When they had gotten home, June had taken Jack to the other end of the house and Tony had made no comment when Desi had gone into the bedroom alone. Harry had checked on Mona thinking Desi had changed her mind on the way they were going to spend their afternoon. She thought that until Tony handed her a box with instructions to change before going to look for Desi.
In the guestroom where Tony walked her to, Harry found her robe on the bed and a hanger for what she had on. "Just leave your stuff on the bed and I’ll take care of it later," Tony had instructed.
"I find it a tad disconcerting that everyone in the house knows what my girl has planned." Harry opened the box finding only a pair of boxers, so she sat on the bed and took her shoes off.
"She loves you and she wants to make you happy. If it works out that she gets to be happy at the same time, more power to her. Have fun and happy birthday." Tony wiggled his fingers at Harry and closed the door.
Harry knocked softly on their bedroom door and waited for an invitation to enter. When she did, Desi was sitting on the bed wearing her present for Harry, and was inordinately pleased when she saw Harry smacking her lips together like she was trying to return moisture to her mouth. "Happy birthday, lover."
It had been three hours since she had unwrapped her ‘gift’ and the sight of Desi sitting on top of her was making Harry forget about her cramp. "I don’t think I can again, honey." Desi tried to protest but the big soft hands running along her legs were making her body have different thoughts.
"I just want to touch you, baby." Harry’s hands stayed away from all the tender spots, concentrating only on Desi’s legs and abdomen. When Harry bent her knees, Desi leaned back and slumped against them enjoying the gently touch.
Harry smiled seeing her partner’s posture. When Desi leaned back it had tipped her center up a little and Harry could see it glistening with the candlelight in the room. Desi moaned when Harry ran her hands up past just the sides of her breasts to the top of her arms before starting their decent.
They had stopped playing for a while to pump Desi’s breasts, but Harry could see a little moisture just at the tips of her nipples. That combined with the fact they were hard again drove Harry’s hands for another run.
"I hope you know how beautiful I find you. How absolutely perfect you are to me." Harry spoke softly and her hands never stopped moving. Desi moaned as the hands went down her arms then detoured back up through the valley of her breasts but didn’t touch them.
"Harry, I need you to touch me honey."
"I am touching you, sweetheart." Harry’s hands dropped back to the legs straddling her and she pushed up off the bed a bit to reach all the way to Desi’s feet.
"No, I want you to touch me here." Desi put her own hands under her breasts and lifted them to entice Harry into action. Any soreness from making love all afternoon was fading fast.
"Happy birthday to me," was all Harry could mutter as she watched Desi’s nipples get harder.
"Come on, they are all for you." Desi leaned forward trying to find some relief for the throbbing between her legs against Harry’s abs. Her hand continued to hold the weight of her breasts, but her fingers had migrated to her nipples. Without warning Harry sat up enough to take one into her mouth making Desi’s hips rock forward. "Oh yea, just like that."
With her lips wrapped around Desi’s breast, Harry squeezed her hand between them and snaked it down to the wet spot along her midsection. When her fingers found the slick hard little nub, Desi let go of her breasts and grabbed onto Harry’s hair.
The suction at her chest and the stroking down below was too much for Desi. She pulled hard on the hair her fingers were tangled in wanting to feel the touch of Harry’s lips on hers. When Harry got the message and sucked Desi’s tongue into her mouth, the smaller woman could feel it between her legs. Desi pressed herself closer to Harry when she felt the beginning of her orgasm. When she went over the edge of the cliff Harry had elevated her to, Harry swallowed the screams in a kiss.
Desi couldn’t move and was grateful that Harry was content to just hold her close as she eased them back to the bed. With a grunt Harry pulled her hand out of its warm haven getting Desi to finally look up when she laughed.
"What’s so funny?"
"I was just wondering what medical explanation I could put on my disability papers when you finally manage to break my fingers and I can’t work for awhile." Harry ran her fingers down Desi’s back pulling her partner closer.
"If that happens, I’ll support you until you are ready for duty." Desi kissed along Harry’s neck stopping to suck in a bit of skin when the mood hit. The strong body she was laying on was shaking with laughter.
"Don’t you mean, ready for work?"
"No, I’m talking about your marital duties, doc, and let me tell you, I can be a hard taskmaster. I expect the best so I have to keep you in tiptop shape." Desi slid down to new territory as they continued their talk.
"Don’t I know it." Harry jumped when Desi bit down on one of her nipples before doing the same to the other one.
"Careful, that’s how you got a cramp last time," Desi warned before going back and biting it again.
"That’s not what you bit last time that gave me a cramp."
"You’re right, honey. Are you well enough to continue?" Desi slid further down the long body, the friction her body was causing was turning Harry on even more.
"I’m burning for you, baby, wanna blow me out?"
"That was some kind of corny, honey, but there will blowing involved don’t you worry," was the last thing Desi said before she settled between Harry’s legs. She looked up and saw that Harry had one hand tangled in the sheet and her other arm was thrown over her eyes.
Desi never could figure out what about tasting Harry like this she liked the best. Was it the sight of the long legs bent a little at the knees? Was it the sight of all that wet skin that attested to how attractive Harry found her? Or was it the reassuring weight of Harry’s hand that had moved to the back of her head urging her on? Maybe it’s just a combination of all of the above.
She knew that Harry disciplined herself to keep her legs open and not crush Desi between them. The surgeon was always gentle with her and as urgent as they got for each other, Harry never hurried Desi and let her initiate what she wanted to do. The thought that their bedroom had become a place she cherished coming to do this with Harry, crossed Desi’s mind as she started sucking on the one spot Harry needed her most. Having Harry as a partner made Desi want to try harder to please, to make Harry feel all the things she brought out in her when she touched her. Desi cleared her mind and concentrated on making love to Harry. With the first swipe of her tongue, Harry’s hips came off the bed and the hand in her hair tightened. After all they had just finished doing, Desi was disappointed that this wasn’t going to take long.
When Harry relaxed above her and pulled gently on her hair, Desi climbed back to the head of the bed and kissed her. "I’m so glad you like doing th
is." Desi kissed Harry again waiting for the blue eyes to open.
"If I had known at eighteen, what I know now, I would have run off with you one night and never let you out of my sight. Don’t get me wrong, our relationship is so much more than just sex, but it’s wonderful to share this with you. Am I not doing anything that you want me to?" Harry’s voice sounded soft and deep against her ear. Desi smiled hoping that their son would learn from Harry how to be romantic and say the right things to make his partner feel as good as she did.
"You cover all the bases, honey, don’t worry about that." Harry could feel Desi’s smile against her neck making her smile as well. She loved making Desi happy in all aspects of their relationship.
"What are you smiling about?"
"I was just thinking that one day your son will find someone that hopefully will make him feel as wonderful as you do me, and I hope before that happens, you will have a long talk with him on how to accomplish that." Desi snuggled under Harry’s chin and almost cooed when the long arms wrapped around her.
"You think my father gave me instructions for this?"
"You mean to tell me you are just naturally gifted in this arena?" Desi pointed to the bed.
"I would like to think there is some natural talent yes, but Papi did pull the short straw on having the talk with me. I’ll have to tell him that you are pleased with his guidance."
"Don’t you dare, I would never be able to face him." The knock on the door stopped Desi from saying anything else as she desperately tried to remember if Harry had locked the door when she came in.
"Yes?" asked Harry.
"Harry, are you decent?" Maria stood on the other side of the door relieved that there was only a soft conversation going on inside.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Harry asked a laughing Desi before turning her attention back to her mother. "Is there a reason, I should be?"
"Yes, your birthday dinner will be ready in twenty minutes and we would like for you to actually show up to share it with us, even if it the last thing you want to do right now."
