red_peril | Physical Therapy for Sist3r

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Physical Therapy for Sist3r_Sin

"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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"You are probably right," Illya admitted. It was easier sometimes to let his fists speak for him. He would have to learn how to take a compliment, he imagined. "I should probably learn to relax and enjoy the attention."

"You should. And I aim to make you do just that when we get home," she said. "Relax and enjoy."

"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, relaxing back against the seat. Illya's shoulder ached, but not nearly as badly as it had when first injured. A bag of ice would make it feel much better. He was eager to get home.

Though he knew the would probably have to relocate sometime soon. There were far to many Vor in New York to stay there. But he didn't want to think about it right at the moment.

Sinthia pulled up to her building, and if she hadn't been overly demonstrative up until now, the minute the door closed behind them that changed, and she caught Illya in a kiss that would not be over quickly by any definition. She'd missed having him with her more than she thought and far more than she'd prepared herself for even after getting the news that he was alright, if hospitalized.

"I was so scared when all they'd say was that you'd been shot and were in the hospital," she murmured, letting her head rest on his good shoulder. "Nobody would tell me anything specific." And then when Sinthia had finally seen him and Illya was pale as death and unconscious it hadn't helped her underlying urge to simply cock a fist back and break the woman's nose that had dragged him into that mess.

"I'm sorry I frightened you," he held and kissed her, hoping to make up for all of the anxiety he had caused her. Amanda hadn't actually dragged him into it. He'd gone willingly. He felt guilty for frightening Sinthia. "I missed you so much."

"It wasn't your fault," she replied softly, squeezing as hard as she felt she could around his ribs, holding tightly.

His ribs were completely healed. Having Sinthia hold him felt as good as coming home. He let it pass. It was in a way his fault, but it wouldn't do any good to argue the point and he wasn't in an arguing mood. He leaned down to kiss her again. He'd unhooked Avi's leash when they got in the door and the dog was already on the couch. He could probably tell where this was going. Illya moved toward the bed. Food could come later. Right now, what he really needed was her.

Sinthia didn't at all mind that everything would be out of order; she wanted Illya so bad it was becoming an ache in her chest to be near him and not touching him. And as much as she had had romantic encounters before, nothing of this kind had ever included her.

When her legs hit the side of the bed she didn't try to maneuver them anywhere else, merely letting herself fall enough to splay out on the sheets. "Come here. I have my own physical therapy to give you."

Laughing, Illya fell upon the bed with her. Moving over her, he kissed her neck. He didn't mind that they were not doing anything sophisticated. He could hardly wait. He was hard already, his cock pressing against the confines of his jeans. "Oh? I think I am ready for this exercise."

"I think you are," she agreed, framing his face with her hands and kissing him. "I need you."

"Yes, I need you too." While Illya kissed her he unbuttoned her sweater and then moved on quickly to unbutton and unzip her pants. He stopped only for a moment to hook his fingers in her underwear and pull both down to her ankles together. His hand trembled, a little when he slipped his fingers between her legs.

Her camisole--braless underneath--still covered her, but Sinthia didn't mind it being there as she let him touch her, hooking her arms around him and unbuttoning his jeans as well, pushing at them until they were parted and halfway down his lips.

"Lay down," she murmured, pushing him gently onto his back where she could straddle him, leaning down to him to touch their foreheads, smiling a little. "Hi, baby," she managed, laughing under her breath as they kissed.

He let her push him onto his back and open his pants. His hands teased her nipples through the soft material of her camisole. "Hi," he laughed, kissing her.

Her back bent as she arched over him, happy to have him home with her and healthy. Even if it was clouded by the worry at the back of her mind about them relocating and how they'd be able to handle both their lives forever, tonight would be good.

"I almost quit so many times this week before I could come get you to bring you back."

Illya kissed her. He was not worried about anything else right now. He just wanted to be with her. To be with her now and for the rest of his life.

"Quit?" He pulled back a little. "What do you mean?"

"Work," she chuckled, not letting him pull back far. "My day job, remember? That thing that kept me here in the city most of the week?"

She couldn't not worry about it; to a small degree anxiety was just something she lived with, something that was her norm and never left her. To a larger one, while Illya had been a present combatant for the event that had sparked off all the hospitalization and his retirement from his job, Sinthia had contacts, longstanding ones, with the people he had pretended to be part of and the ones he actually had been reporting to. If New York wasn't safe for him, it most certainly wouldn't be for her.

"But, I thought you liked your day job," he said. Though he had known that his exposure would change everything. At the time, he hadn't really understood the depth of the everything it would change. Including their relationship. Where they might live. Everything. He sighed. Illya ran his hand through his hair. "I am sorry. I did not mean to... Complicate your life."

"Illya," she murmured, catching his hand and bringing it first to her lips and then to her breast, "My life has been complicated since the day I was born. Don't think this is the worst thing that's ever happened, or that I don't know how to deal with upheaval."

She just normally has no time to think so much about it. "I do like my day job, which is why I didn't quit. But the fact that it kept me busy and here on the island instead of with you where I actually wanted to be was frustrating."

He looked into her eyes. He had been part of the frustration. Illya swallowed hard, speaking of frustration, "Could we talk later and make love now?" he smiled, teasing her nipples through the soft material of the camisole again. Teasing them to little peaks. "I am aching for you."

She smiled, and scooted down so she was in a better position to welcome Illya up close to her, having slid over onto her side while she was talking. "I can feel you throbbing," she said softly, sliding her hands over his back and his ass, over his thighs until she could wrap her fingers around his cock.

He gasped when she took him in hand. Illya slid his arms around her pulling her closer, facing him. He leaned forward to kiss her hungrily as he rolled his hips, thrusting into her hand. "Pozhaluysta... I need you... to be inside you."

Sinthia wrapped her legs around his waist, threading her fingers into his hair to hold him close and let him slide into her with a sigh.

"I love you," she murmured, lips brushing his cheek as she kissed down to his neck, sliding her hands over his spine and waist.

"I love you," he said, slowly pressing in. Illya rolled so that she was on her back and kissed her as he eagerly started to move.

She began to move in counterpoint to him, one hand gripping the edge of the pillow above her head to anchor herself as she rocked against his gentle but unstoppable thrusts. Her ankles were still locked behind his back, leaving her open to him as they pressed together.

"Go slow," she breathed, laying her head back.

Illya tried to slow his thrusts. For a moment, nearly stopping as he kissed her neck. He shuddered as he started to move again, drawing his cock nearly all the way out of her before thrusting forward slowly again. It was hard to control himself after almost two months without her, but he managed.

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