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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He kissed her again, just for good measure. That and he couldn't get enough of Sinthia. "Anything not bland would be good start," he said as he followed her to the car with the dog.

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"Mmm," she began to laugh when he kissed her again, wrinkling her nose. "You still have to pick it. Since they don't give you much choice in the hospital."

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"How about something totally decadent? Like lasagna. Ice cream for dessert," he said.

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"That I can do," Sinthia answered, unlocking the car and letting the dog hop in before her, so he could settle his now less-fluffy white bulk on the backseat comfortably. (Or on what passed for a backseat, anyway.)

"Pasta, wine, ice cream... So I'm going to spoil you tonight," she laughed gently. "I like it."

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Illya waited until Avi settled before he slid into the passenger seat. He reached down to adjust the seat for his legs. "I like it too. I could get to liking letting you spoil me, you know."

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"I could get used to doing it," she replied, holding his hand with hers when they got in. "I have to compete with that cute nurse somehow."

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Illya laughed, "Really? Hmmm. I like this competition." He carefully fastened his seat belt with his left hand. It was awkward, but he managed. He appreciated that she didn't help him. He didn't want to be coddled. Spoiled a little.

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Sinthia, as far as her opinion was even relevant with what Illya saw himself able to do, thought he was perfectly capable of learning to use his left hand, and didn't want to make him feel any more helpless than two months in a hospital had already done. She squeezed his hand once she'd started the car, and they made it to her place in good time, though she wasn't rushing it.

"You would. Twice as much attention."

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He laughed, "That is benefit. What makes you so sure that he wants to compete? Maybe he has boyfriend already. Maybe he just thinks I am interesting to look at?" Illya shrugged. "I might flirt with him. Really, I am very happy to be with you."

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"What do you think we talked about?" she laughed. "He thinks you are very handsome and very hardworking. And he's not wrong," Sinthia continued.

"I know. I'm happy being with you too."

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"I knew you were talking about me," he said, blushing a bit. "But I figured it was more about my shoulder than about him liking me."

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"It was about both," Sinthia admitted. "But I know how to handle a shoulder injury. I wanted to know what he thought of you." And the fact that he was attracted had amused her. "Why are you worried about it?"

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"I am not worried," he said. "I am just not used to getting this much attention." Definitely not for something as positive as being attractive. His being attractive was not something held in a positive light by the Vor. More often, he had to earn respect with his fists.

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"I know. But you're going to get it from some people," she said. "You may as well learn how to deal with it."

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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."

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

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"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.

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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.

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"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."

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

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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.

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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."

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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."

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

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"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.