fic: I'm a Doctor, Not a Royal! Chapter 2 (END)

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Title: I'm a Doctor Not a Royal
Author: bandearg_rois 
Warnings: AU, alwaysagirl!Bones, general Harlequin fluff and bother, hilarity. Also teensy bit of cursing. And sex. Just a little sex, though, only covers half the entry! Really!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dr. Lenora McCoy was a surgeon proud of her skills. After a particularly trying case, however, she's forced to take a vacation or take even more time off, something she couldn't abide. So she took the vacation, determined not to enjoy it. However, the chance meeting of a handsome stranger quickly changed her mind.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor make any profit from these characters, except for the pleasure I get from twisting their stories and/or outright yanking them away for my own plots. They are always returned in good humor, if not in good condition. Or is that the other way around?

Written for this prompt at buckleup_meme .

The next day, she woke at 10, feeling positively sinful at sleeping in, and decided to keep the trend going by taking a long, luxurious bath. By the time she got out, she was pruny, butso relaxed it didn't matter. It was about 11, so she pulled out one of the dresses she'd bought, an off-the-shoulder that came down to just below her knees, in a jewel-bright blue, and the matching heels she'd found. Her only problem was jewelry, until she looked in a little bag tucked inside her wardrobe bag.

The thing was filled with real-looking gems, set in necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. There was a note inside that made her shed a tear.

Dear Nora,

This is the 27 years of birthday presents I should have given you. Wear them well.

Love,
Eleanor

Eleanor was her mother, who had taken off when she was still a baby, leaving her father to try and raise a little girl and run a medical practice. this in no way made up for the years of neglect, but she would accept the gifts anyway.

By the time Jim showed up, looking like a certified rake, she was completely dressed, down to the sapphires at her ears and throat. She watched him swallow convulsively, and his a smile behind her hand. "Good afternoon," she said, stepping out of the condo and locking the door behind her. In front of the building was a zippy little convertible that had to have cost a million dollars, and she was glad she'd let Pavel convince her to carry a scarf for her hair everywhere.

"Good afternoon." Other than his greeting, he seemed incapable of speech, which unnerved her.

"What? Did I forget an earring?" she asked, hands reflexively going to her ears.

"You're... stunning," he finally said after picking his jaw up off the floor. "I'll be beating the other men off with sticks. Come on; we have a reservation." He drove them to a small eatery that featured a dance floor larger than its seating space, and she was able to order Chicken Marsala, which was one of her favorite dishes. After eating, he led her out on the floor and danced until she finally begged off an hour later, because her feet were starting to hurt.

As he drove her back to her condo, she began to think of reasons to get him to stay.

When Jim pulled up in front of the condo, instead of getting out, she turned to face him.

"Did you want to come in for a drink? It's still early." The words felt strange as they left her mouth; she hadn't invited a man that wasn't gay into any place she was staying since she started working in the hospital, 5 years before. They must have been right, though, because Jim followed her into the condo, which she deeply glad that she had cleaned.

Once inside, she felt awkward again, not knowing quite what she wanted, so she moved over to the small kitchenette that was fully stocked as a wet bar (she had a feeling Pavel had even gotten his fingers into her accommodations, the little weasel; she had to remember to thank him). "What did you want to drink?"

"Do you have any whiskey?" he asked, and she just gave him a dry look, not even bothering to answer that idiocy. "I'll take bourbon, neat."

"Hmm, none of the corn whiskey for you, I see," she said, calming down a little as the small humor broke the awkward moment. She poured two glasses and handed one to him, settling next to him on the sofa before pulling her shoes off with a sigh of relief. Pretty as they may be, they were not meant to be worn for very long.

"You alright?" he asked, and she nodded before sipping her drink and rubbing at a growing hot spot on her left arch. "Let me," he said, and before she could protest, he had both of her feet in his lap, and she was treated to the most wonderful massage she'd ever had in her life, even though it was confined to her feet. "Better?"

She could only nod, leaning her head against the back of the sofa and watching him through her lashes. He continued to rub gently, slowly working up to her ankles, nearly circling each one with his hands. It felt heavenly, and she started to drift into a place somewhere between arousal and sleep as the massage continued up her legs, stopping at the hem of her skirt.

She looked at him when his hands stopped, resting firm and warm on her knees, and realized that all she wanted to do at that moment was jump him. So she gently pulled her knees from his grip and sat up straight, bringing them face to face and close enough that she could feel him breathe. "Jim..." She never got to finish what she was going to say, because he cupped the back of her head and kissed her. Later, she would blame the vacation.

The kiss was like chocolate, and cream, and everything she loved in a sinful package charged with lust, and she lost herself in it, opening her mouth obediently when he sought entrance. It ended only when oxygen became a greater concern, and she looked into his eyes, nearly black with desire, and her own flames were sent higher. The next kiss was harder, edgier, and she participated in it, fighting for dominance that she didn't really want. His hand slid down to the back of her neck, the other ghosting under the hem of her dress, whispering higher and higher under the fabric.

She broke away with a gasp when those fingers touched the edge of her bikini briefs. "Bedroom," she said, suddenly desperate to have this man touch her everywhere, and to be able to do the same to him. When they got in the room, he forced her to remove her jewelry, which was a smart thing to do; when he pulled her dress off, he'd have caught all of it. Her dress was gone, leaving her in her bra and panties, and suddenly shy.

"Bones," he murmured, pulling her into another slow kiss, melting away her reticence like an ice cube in the sun. It also helped that he'd stripped to his briefs, making her feel less self-conscious. "You are so beautiful," he said against her neck, walking her backward until her knees hit the mattress, following her down onto the bed. She soon lost all thought for anything but the sensations, as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument. Her attention tunneled to the position of his hands and mouth, her own fingers scrambling for purchase on his back when his tongue flicked her nipple through the lace joke that was her bra.

"Nngh," she said, not sure if she was trying to say anything at all. He chuckled and continued his ministrations, and soon she was down to her panties as her bra went flying across the room and he carefully pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. She reached for any part of him she could, and grinned gracelessly when her fingers ran across his chest and he choked out a gasp. He growled playfully and redoubled his efforts.

"You like that?" he rasped, as her back arched, when his hand slipped under her panties and cupped her mound.

She gave a rough, incoherent cry as his fingers slipped into her folds, playing with the wetness there, and she jerked when his thumb flicked at her erect clit, thrashing her head back and forth, unable to form thoughts as the fire inside her was stoked higher and higher. Her hands scrabbled at his briefs and he laughed, pulling away from her questing hands, mouth burning a hot trail down her belly, swirling at her navel and making her cry out in reckless abandon. Finally, finally, his hand pulled away from her to remove her panties, and she gave a cry that was somewhere between a sigh and a shriek as his mouth played where his fingers had been only moments before. She could feel the wave surrounding her, the fire concentrating in her belly, and his groan of muted pleasure as her orgasm overtook her, sending her into another place, shudders racking her body as he continued to lick at her clit, greedily drinking her juices. Just when she thought she'd had enough, he swarmed up her body, his member plunging in without finesse, and she clenched around him, unable to do anything else as he began to thrust.

He was groaning, now, too, curses mixed with gasps of her name, and she scratched at his back, almost but not quite drawing blood.

"Oh, God, yes, Bones," he grunted, and his angle changed, hitting something inside her that she didn't even know was there, surprising a second orgasm out of her, thrusting wildly as he came to his own finish, teeth clamped tight on her shoulder.

As she came down from her high, he pulled out, making her whimper in protest, before he pulled her to him so that she was laying on top of him, his heartbeat a staccato rhythm against her cheekbone. As their breathing calmed, he ran his fingers through her hair in a motion that was almost more intimate than what they had just shared.

"That was..." she finally said, unable to finish her sentence for lack fo words that could describe it.

"Yes," he agreed, and she let herself drift off to sleep, his arms securely fastened around her.

The next four weeks was a glorious change from her normal life, fantastic days and even more fantastic nights. Jim was with her every day, showing her the wonders of Morocco, and in all honesty, her sex-life was better than it had ever been.

As the day of her return flight came closer, she wished that she could stay, even a few days longer. But she knew she had to get back; the patients needed her, and as much as she had enjoyed the fact that she hadn't had to think about anything to do with medicine, she was itching to get back and get her hands dirty. Jim was an amazing man, but she knew better than to let it get any further than a vacation fling. She had no idea how to let him down gently, however, not even aware of how conceited she sounded.

"So, Bones," Jim said, the night before she was to fly out, as he traced idle circles on her bare hip. "Did you want a ride to the airport in the morning?" She turned her head where it was resting on her arms to look up at him, and saw that he was smiling. Not the unrepentant little boy grin that he wore sometimes, or even the smirk he wore when he was thinking about doing wonderful things to her. It was a new expression, and her heart clenched painfully in her chest.

"I could use a ride, yeah," she said, her voice rough with an emotion she refused to name. They made love until the early hours of the morning, falling into an exhausted sleep sometime before dawn.

The next day was frantic, even though she'd already been fully packed, but they finally got to the airport, and after checking her bags in, they walked arm in arm to the security checkpoint, where she would have to leave him. He kissed her once, sweetly, and then pulled a smallish package out of his pocket.

"It's not a ring," he said when she started to open her mouth. He opened the box to reveal a pendant shaped like a circle, encrusted with a rainbow of gems, none of them larger than the freckle on the back of her hand. He put it on her and then kissed her again. "It's a momento," he said, cupping her face with his hands. "This month has been absolutely amazing, and I'm really sorry you have to go."

"Me, too," she said, finally being honest with herself in that she had fallen a little in love with the quirky, funny, amazing man in front of her. "I wish I could stay longer. But I have to get back."

"I know. Be safe," he said, before kissing her again, this one full of raw emotion, and she drank it in, returning it with abandon. Once she was finally able to let go of him, she moved into the line for the checkpoint, determined not to look back. Her determination failed, and she looked to see him staring in her direction with a look of loss. She broke from the line and jumped into his arms.

"I love you," she murmured, crying into his shoulder.

"I love you, too," he said, voice cracking, and they held each other for a few minutes, until she absolutely couldn't stay anymore. She went through the checkpoint and onto the plane in tears, knowing that she would never be able to forget that man, and the emotions he'd awakened in her.

End of I'm a Doctor, Not a Royal! Continued in I'm a Doctor, Not a Sex Symbol!