Physical Therapy for Sist3r_Sin

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"Come on, don't stop now. Give me ten more reps." The physical therapist was very attractive. He had dark hair and blue eyes that had a mischievous sparkle to them. Though he seemed irritatingly pleased at the pain that Illya was experiencing. The tag on his t-shirt read N. Solo, PT. The dark t-shirt showed off his own impressively muscular physique.

Illya had been glad to get the stupid splint off. Not so much to meet the physical therapist. But if he intended ever to raise his right arm above his head again, he would have to do it. So, sweating and growling as he lifted the weight ten more times. He kept his movements precise, but by the end, his arm was shaking, his shoulder throbbing, and he had a keen desire to punch the physical therapist in the face. No matter how attractive that face was. Still, he didn't stop until the reps were done.

"Good job," he said as Illya set down the weights. Illya was panting and his weak muscles trembled. "Lay down and we'll get some deep ultrasonic massage for it. It'll make it feel really good." Illya laid back on the bench as he was asked. He hated feeling weak. But nearly two full months in a hospital bed with no exercise at all had made Illya lose some of his muscle tone. Especially in his injured right arm. It would take a while to get back into shape. He watched the physical therapist roll a piece of equipment into the room.

After putting on a pair of gloves, he squirted some gel onto Illya's wounded shoulder. He let out a little gasp at how cold it was. Then Solo turned on the massager and applied the machine to his shoulder. "Bozhe moy..." he sighed as the ultrasonic waves and the gel started to heat as well as cool.

"What?" Solo asked.

"Is Russian for 'My god.' That feels very good," he sighed, relaxing as Solo worked on him. This angle gave him a different perspective on the man's face. Illya's eyes were especially drawn to his lips. They looked so kissable. Solo's blue eyes caught him staring and he smiled. He had not been attracted like this to anyone other than Sinthia in a very long time.

"It should feel good," Solo said, very amused by the Russian's attention. "You have beautiful eyes, by the way."

"Really?" he looked at the man's eyes directly. Could it be that he was feeling a similar attraction? Illya's eyes softened and he chanced a smile.

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Sinthia hated to miss the first physical therapy session, having not met the nurse yet, but she'd needed to keep an appointment with the vet. She came back with Avi, long winter fur now newly storm for the coming warmth. The dog was can and had a service tag on his martingale collar, though it was unobtrusive and she rarely needed to point it out.

What she'd expected was to see Illya, given she was picking him up to go home after this. She'd been told the nurse was make, but she hadn't thought he'd look quite like that, or that Illya would be watching him like he was. And yet she smiled, because she hadn't seen that smile in a long time.

"Am I interrupting?" she asked, waiting in the doorway with Avi nosing into the room, beautiful standing by her. She was too, even in casual clothes, dark hair twisted back from her face and into a tail over her shoulder.

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Illya wasn't sure why he was suddenly fixated on the handsome nurse. Maybe he was just extremely horny after his long hospital stay. He turned and the smile grew wider when he saw Sinthia and Avi standing in the doorway. "This is my girlfriend, Sinthia, and Avi. Sinithia, this is the physical therapist, Solo."

"No, we're just about done here," Solo told them. He could see that Illya was obviously attracted to him. But it was also obvious, from the way that Illya looked at her that he was very much in love. Solo worked the massager a little more over Illya's shoulder, especially in the rotator cuff area. He watched the Russian's eyes close in pleasure as he worked.

"Pleasure to meet you." He would have offered her a handshake, but he had the goopy gloves on. He turned off the massager and cleaned it, then took off his gloves and handed Illya a towel so he could wipe the excess gel off his skin.

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"Solo? That's an interesting name," she said, turning the dog loose; he went straight to Illya, headbutting his good hand and sniffing at Solo, though not getting terribly close. "Don't rush on my account. He probably likes the attention," Sinthia said, half-laughing as she took off her shoes.

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"Hello, buddy," he said gladly petting the dog. "You look ten pounds lighter with all that fur off you."

"Thank you," he said smiling at her. He had a beautiful smile. She was very attractive too. She and Illya would make a beautiful couple. "It's alright. We were done and I think he's eager to get home." He knelt down and held his hand out to the dog as Illya sat up, wiping the gel off his shoulder. Solo was curious about the many and varied tattoos the Russian had. Several were crudely done, some were definitely military. "When you get home, ice the shoulder. But only twenty minutes at a time. Do the exercises I showed you but don't push them. Then come back for another session with me in a couple of days. I want you to come back twice a week for the next three or four weeks."

Illya slipped his shirt back on carefully. Solo had showed him how to put on his shirt without hurting his shoulder while it healed. He did catch Solo watching him put on the shirt as he made friends with Avi.

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"In a couple of months feel free to pick him up and find out," she teased, watching Solo watch her boyfriend. She could tell the curiosity pouring off Solo was for Illya, and it made her smile brighter; he was a handsome man, she knew that.

"Take Avi," Sinthia said, offering out his leash and reaching to rub the dog's ears. "I want to ask some questions. Go ahead," she murmured, having to rise to her toes to touch her lips to Illya's cheek. "I'd let you drive but you can't drive my car currently."


When he'd left, even just for a moment, she turned to Solo. "If you want to ask about his tattoos, you should. If you smile like that it can't hurt."

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"OK," he took the leash and headed out. The dog was eager to spend time with him, his long furry tail wagging happily. "I think I should not drive for a while yet."

Solo was definitely curious about what she wanted to talk about that she couldn't with Illya in the room. He watched the man leave, admiring his ass as he went out the door. Her statement took him aback, a dark eyebrow arching in curiosity. "The tattoos? Yes, they are interesting."

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"I can see you staring," she said by way of explanation, seemingly remarkably non-judgemental about it. As far as she was concerned, people could look all they wanted.

"They are. And he is too," Sinthia shrugged gently. "He thinks you're attractive. I know that look from Illya."

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Her candor was surprising and deserved the same in response. "He is very interesting. He does? And you're OK with that?"

"Listen, as long as I'm treating him, nothing can go on between us. It would be very unprofessional," Solo told her. It could also lead to malpractice suits and jail time if ever there were enough complaints.

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Sinthia chuckles, shaking her head. "I think he knows that. And I am; I know he finds some men attractive and it doesn't bother me. It's okay to flirt."

She smiled at him. "What's the N for? If you don't mind me asking."

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"You're very understanding," he said, giving her a lopsided smile. "I don't know if I could be understanding if he was my boyfriend." He leaned against the exam table. "I also find some women very attractive." Solo wasn't going to mince words. Sinthia had been honest with him. He felt he should give her the same courtesy.

"Oh, that..." He said with a smile, almost laughing. "I don't mind. It's for Napoleon."

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"I've had a long time to get there," she said, not going any further into that very tedious explanation; she'd known exactly how restrictive the Vor were, and even if she couldn't explain it that way the knowledge that Illya had had to hide a good half of what he found attractive or pleasant was still there for Sinthia.

She had her own issues that way, though thankfully her work didn't demand she gush overmuch about the things she valued. Napoleon's words did still make her smile; it was nice to be considered attractive. "I understand why you let people call you Solo," she murmured, half-amused at the name.

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"Yeah. I'm fairly sure that it was my mother's way of making sure that I was unforgettable," he admitted, grinning. "Kinda ironic considering Illya's Russian."

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"I'm sure he won't hold it against you," she replied, laughing. "Given how well the incursion went in the first place." Sinthia knew her history, even if that bit of it was still before her time.

"Should I be worried about him pushing his shoulder? He's impatient to get back to using it."

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"That's good," he liked Sinthia. "Yes, I noticed. He pushes himself hard. He's a bit of a perfectionist. But don't let him go too far. He needs to take it easy on himself. Give him this," He handed her a package with a sling in it and a prescription for a non-narcotic anti-inflammatory. "He shouldn't push it too hard and if he gets tired, have him put his arm in this to rest it. Ice it if it's sore and I've written him a prescription for an anti-inflammatory."

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Illya took Avi to the small park across from the hospital and ran with him on leash around it while they waited. It was good to get out in the fresh air. He'd looked at this park from his hospital room window for days. It was nice to finally be able to run the short trail around it. Avi really wanted to run, though, so Illya let him off the leash for a bit. The big dog spent his time running circles around the Russian. And as much as he wanted to get on the ground and wrestle with the dog, when the dog threw himself down in a patch of clover, Illya knew that he couldn't.

"Sorry buddy, that will have to wait a little while longer." It didn't stop him from sitting down in the grass next to the dog and rubbing his belly.

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"He's more than a bit of a perfectionist," she said, shaking her head and pushing a stray strand behind her ear, only for it to fall back against her cheek. "It'll be hell trying to get medicine in him after the morphine in the hospital. Thank you, though, and I'll let you know how he does tonight when I bring him back." She anticipated bringing him most of the time, if not all of it until he could drive himself to appointments and back, though when that happened she might see less of the gentle smile Illya had had directed at Solo. "If you have any trouble with him let me know?"

And even if he didn't have trouble.

She came up to Illya and Avi only a little while later, kissing the dog's head before turning her attention to her human companion, brushing her nose against his gently. "Hi, you."

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"Hi, you too," he kissed her gently. "Can we go home now?" He wanted to sleep in their own bed. "I want to eat food that doesn't come from hospital kitchen and sleep in our bed, and make love to you for hours."

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"Yeah, we can go home now," she murmured, winding her arms around around Illya's waist and giving him a long, slow kiss. She couldn't help the laugh at his suggestions of what he wanted. "I can promise you two of those things, at least."

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"We get to go home, Avi," he said excitedly, grinning as she kissed him. "Oh? Which two?" he teased, when their lips parted.

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"Take a wild guess," she told him. "I'm not supposed to let you overwork yourself. So says your new nurse."

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"Okay, maybe not for hours," he said. "But what about fifteen minutes?" Aside from their one encounter in his hospital room bathroom, it had been a very lonely few weeks. "Oh, does he? What else did he say?"

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"Why not aim for somewhere in the middle?" she asked, amused and letting herself stand in the sun with Illya and pretend, for half a minute, that everything was normal and fine and not complicated. Nothing like reality.

"He says he likes your tattoos, and that you're to see him twice a week. And if I tell you to, to take an anti-inflammatory pill and use the sling." She poked him gently in the stomach, away from other injuries, just for fun. "He's very handsome."

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"Okay, maybe an hour. Though I don't know if I can last that long," he admitted. He was enjoying standing in the sun with her and pretending that his life wasn't completely fucked up. For this moment, he was just going to enjoy holding her and standing in the sun and the fresh air.

"Oh? Really?" He laughed when she poked him. "Is narcotic?" he didn't like the idea of taking anything he might get hooked on. Though he had quite enjoyed the morphine in the hospital, it wasn't something he wanted to keep taking. "Da. I noticed. I also noticed that you noticed me noticing." He ducked his head a little. Feeling a little guilty.

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"Don't worry about how long it takes," she said, shaking her head at him. "It will be lovely even if it is only fifteen minutes."

She spread her hand over where she'd poked him, palm warm and soothing against the spot as she laid her cheek on his chest. "It's not a narcotic, no. It's non-habit forming, just something to cut down the inflammation from healing. It will only help a little, but it's something." Sinthia watched Illya lower his head, hiding his face, and grinned as she lifted his chin.

"Don't feel guilty, my love. It's okay if you look. You haven't been able to, not with men, in a long time." She didn't mind.

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Illya smiled at that, "You know I love you more than anyone else." Having her close to him, snuggling against him felt so good. "Okay, I will be good boy and take my medicine when you tell me."

His eyes met hers when she lifted his chin. "Thank you," he hugged her as tight as he dared. "You are best, moya malenkaya koroleva." He gave her a smile that was not unlike the one that he had given to the nurse. "It was kind of hard not to notice how handsome Solo is."

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"I know, and I'm glad you like him,"she said with a smile of her own. Sinthia genuinely was glad Illya found someone else attractive, even if he was male, because it meant Illya wasn't still too affected by the time he'd spent pretending to be a different person.

"Take this as permission to flirt," she chuckled, leaning in and giving him a kiss. "So food and sex and sleeping is still the plan, hm?"