from his arm and places it under the ice bucket.
Rory shudders in pain now as she moves his arm, the fibers of the towel feeling rough and sticky as it is pulled from his wounded flesh. Kelly begins to slowly clean the blood from his arm, moving carefully around the wound, leaning sideways around him with one knee on the bed.
“Wow, he got you good, babe,” Kelly says freely, but then stops herself. “Sorry, old habit...”
A smile starts to form on his face, but is quickly wiped away as she corrects herself. Rory looks down at her wedding ring again and decides that he needs to respect what is important in her life- no matter how badly he wants her. As his eyes move up her right arm, Rory notices the scars from dozens of stitches, feeling ashamed that he put her through so much. She notices that he is looking at her scars, and turns slightly away from the light, smiling to avoid the uncomfortable conversation.
“I’m so sorry, Kelly…” Rory says with a remorseful gaze, realizing how fortunate he was that she survived. “I never knew this would blow up in your life…”
“So what happened?” She asks, changing the subject as she sees the two stab wounds now without the blood; the second wound is nearly three inches wide, while the first is half that size.
“Some clown dick attacked me while I was trying to get a burger.” Rory blurts out with frustration, his arm shaking as she cleans the blood away.
“Gawd,” Kelly laughs under her breath, “you and your clown dick insult. I don’t blame you; this guy sounds like a total bastard.”
“Yeah, he wanted a pint of magic blood from the goose.” Rory replies, smacking his right knee with the palm of his right hand as a jolt of pain causes him to sit up straight. He begins to rub his kneecap in clockwise circles, attempting to sooth himself with this repetitive action.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Kelly offers softly, “I know it’s been insane.”
“It’s fucking crazy, I should have just given them all what they wanted, but when does it ever stop?”
“There’s no way it would ever stop; not unless everyone forgot who you are… Hold still, sweets,” Kelly speaks with sudden urgency, “this is the part that is going to really sting.”
Rory closes his eyes for several minutes, shivering in pain every few seconds while his lovely nurse applies stitches to the deep wound in his arm. Despite the sting of the needle tugging and pinching its way through his wounded flesh, he enjoys the closeness of her familiar, gentle touch. In the midst of the stinging pain, he is able to enjoy the smell of her French perfume, feeling old memories resurface as the needle continues to pinch him back to reality. After a long silence, and a few bitter moments of sharp pain, his wounds are fully stitched and Kelly begins to clean his arm with rubbing alcohol, applying it slowly as he winces and twists his head in sour agony. Once the wound is thoroughly cleaned, she starts to wrap his arm delicately with a gauze bandage, using pieces of medical tape here and there.
“Thank you,” Rory says slowly, feeling awkward for the first time since she arrived. While they have talked several times recently, it is the first time they’ve seen one another in years.
“You’re welcome, sweets,” Kelly says slowly with a smile, “I can’t believe all this has happened. You’ve really been through some bullshit… I saw your issue of Time Magazine®; don’t know if I should say congrats?”
“Yeah, Man of The Year,” Rory laughs defiantly, “Time Magazine® can kiss my ass.”
“Yeah, well, it was nice to find out you were still alive…” Kelly smiles somewhat, quietly admiring her ex-boyfriend’s muscular upper body under the soft lighting in the small hotel room.
“What the fuck is that?” Rory asks, getting up out of bed and moving to the wall on his right side.
“It looks like…” Kelly squints a bit and leans forward on the bed looking at something on the wall near Rory’s right abdomen. “Oh, it’s just a spider,” she states dismissively.
“Fuck you- you little black cocksucker,” Rory quips at the spider as he smashes it with his bare fist, “every-damn-body is trying to get my blood,” he explains to Kelly as he wipes the remains of the spider from his fist with his T-shirt, then tosses it lazily back onto the floor.
“Now, babe, that spider is too small to be a cocksucker,” Kelly teases playfully, turning away with a naughty half grin.
Rory laughs, feeling a restored connection to her for the first time, and lies down on the bed with his knees in the air, pushing the ice bucket and First Aid Kit aside.
“That would be a great change of pace,” he laughs, “a spider that sucks cock would be very welcome in my life; or even a person.”
Kelly laughs and smiles a bit, obviously happy that he is alive and okay. After several weeks of phone calls she feels relieved to finally see Rory without a swarm of reporters following him around. Rory smiles back up at her with his deep brown eyes, moving his hand over the top of her hand that is resting on the bed next to his leg. His eyes are filled with a powerful and sensual appreciation for her healing touch, and Kelly feels suddenly overwhelmed with old emotions. She takes his left hand into her right, and then strokes his forearm delicately with the fingertips of her other hand as she stares into his eyes, losing herself back to an enjoyment that was taken from her.
Rory smiles wide at Kelly’s familiar touch, enjoying the simple grace and intelligence that brightens every room when she is around. After a short moment, she lets go of his hand and removes the ice bucket and First Aid Kit from the bed, putting everything in a neat pile near the stuffed chair that is next to the front door. Rory smiles and half waves to her as he gets ready for her to walk out of his life again; back to her extremely lucky husband.
Instead of leaving, Kelly gets back on the bed, and surprises Rory by kissing him delicately on his toned stomach. She continues kissing all the way up his torso to his neck, and finally, his lips. Then she playfully teases him by rubbing the tip of her nose against his nose, appearing sweet and loving, with a hint of desire. But her sweet appearance quickly fades as she reaches down to Rory’s jeans and undoes his zipper. She slowly inserts her fingers into his boxer shorts, feeling him instantly become hard in her hand. For a moment she strokes softly, building him up slowly, then she uses both hands to unbutton his jeans and pulls his fully erect member out of his boxers. Once his shaft is exposed, she slides her fingers slowly up and down from base to tip, staring into his eyes and enjoying the relaxing look on his face.
Inside her white panties there is now a glistening lust, wanting to relive old memories with every ounce of her soul. She remembers intense moments of their bodies entering a familiar rhythm of endless pleasure and soon her labia are becoming moist with demanding anticipation.
“I want you,” Rory says suddenly, rocking his hips in the air.
This statement seems to bring her back to her senses as she stops stroking him for a moment and stares at her wedding ring with sad eyes. Rory looks up at her gaze, tracing it down to the wedding ring, and somberly nods his head with sincere understanding. After an uncomfortable silence, he reaches down to cover up and button his jeans, but Kelly brushes his hand away and grabs his shaft again.
“No,” Kelly says with a guilty smile, “I love my husband, but at least you can enjoy this.”
After saying this, she starts rubbing his shaft feverishly, watching him build up with excited anticipation.
Both of them are staring at one another wanting the deep pleasure from their fond old memories. Soon Kelly can’t handle the anticipation any longer and she uses her free hand to undo her pink bra, pulling it off recklessly and tossing it to the floor. Then she uses both hands to unbutton her blouse showing off her milky white mid-section with petite, feminine ribs.
Rory is suddenly excited when she reveals her perfect breasts from beneath the blouse as she half smothers him and he eagerly puts his mouth over her right nipple. Kelly exhales in slow, sensual bliss. Under her business skirt, her panties have become a bonfire of wanting and she pulls Rory’s injured hand greedily up between her legs. She shudders with anticipation as her left hand feels him getting harder knowing that he is about to touch her. She smiles as he moves from her right breast to a more passionate engagement with his mouth on her left breast. Now she feels his fingers fishing around inside her panties and soon the familiar touch of his fingertips on her clitoris.
For half a second she feels awkward, realizing that she hasn’t shaved for two days. She looks down at his body to see if he is at all fazed by this bit of fresh growing hair, but then smiles as she feels him get even harder in her left hand. A wide grin spreads across her face as she feels his fingers enter her moist and sensitive lips. She continues to stroke him and feels his index and middle finger thrusting lovingly up inside her. Kelly rocks her hips up and down on his fingers and feels his hips starting to rock as well.
Rory grabs her right thigh suddenly, trying to get her to mount his extremely stiff member.
“I’m sorry,
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