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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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."

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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?"

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"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.

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"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."

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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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Sinthia didn't mean for him to have to stop, but after two months herself of not having Illya she wasn't used to feeling the length and thickness of him inside her. She gasped softly when he slid back in, humming out a soft whine of pleasure. she slid her hand down her belly towards her clit, her other hand draping across Illya's back to hold him close, nails scratching at his ribs.

"I won't last long," she breathed, flexing around him and kissing him between words.

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Moving slowly as she asked was the most exquisite torture. He rolled his hips drawing out almost til the tip of his cock fell out of her, and then thrust back in deep and slow. Illya's whole body shook and he groaned with the effort to control himself.

"Yes... Oh fuck..." he jerked a little but tried to keep any pain from his face. For a moment he'd let his weight rest on his right arm. But he just shifted his position a little, sliding his left hand beneath her, supporting her lower back as he thrust forward. He kept moving slow and steady, wanting her to reach release first.

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With her hips canted as they were, his cock kept sliding against every pleasurable nerve she had and sent them all firing in succession several times, leaving Sinthia limp and shivering, moaning as her head fell back. She took a long, deep breath in and held herself to Illya as she spasmed, rocking and letting the aftershocks buffet her.

"Don't push it," she whispered to him, biting down gently on the edge of his earlobe, rubbing her hands over his shoulder and back.

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He felt her tighten and spasm around him as she came, the sensation of it pushing him over the edge. Illya cried out, stilling above her as he came. When he was done, he carefully flopped over on his back, panting.

"It's okay," he assured her. "I did not hurt it. It was just warning." Illya rolled his right shoulder. He would put a little ice on it later.

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Sinthia sighed when he fell to his back and pulled out of her, rolling to her side against him with a lazy stretch. "You need ice," she murmured, lifting herself up onto her elbows to kiss him gently, sweetly, longingly.

She still wanted him, but it would have to wait. "Let me get it for you."

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"Hmmm... Don't go yet," he reached out and took her hand with his left, drawing her back to him for another kiss. "I don't need ice just yet. I need you."

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"You need ice," she repeated, but let herself be drawn back to bed, laying next to Illya with a sweet kiss, possessive and lovely as she traced her fingers down patterns of ink and muscle.

"I don't want your nurse angry with me."

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He deepened the kiss, "I know, but right now I need you more." Illya smiled, loving the feeling of her fingers tracing his ink. "Let him, perhaps I can watch him spank you."

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Sinthia snorted a laugh, momentarily inelegant but startlingly real as she did and settled back down with Illya. "Really? you want to watch him spank me?"

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He laughed, loving to see Sinthia laughing and happy, instead of worried, even if it was a bit snorty. "Maybe," he laughed teasing. "Would you like him to spank you?" he reached down left handed and grabbed her ass, giving her a little squeeze.

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"I've never been spanked," she confessed, still laughing a bit as she dipped her head and kissed his chest over his heart. His squeeze to her backside made her arch and squirm.

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"Never? Not even by your parents for being bad girl?" he teased. Enjoying her reaction, he squeezed her ass again. "Though being spanked for pleasure is nothing like being spanked for punishment."

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At his mention of her parents, Sinthia felt more than saw the flicker of shadow, a pulling-back, cross her face; she hadn't ever fully explained that situation and had hoped she'd never have to. She shook her head, and didn't get into it now, just bowing up against him and relishing the touches, the closeness. The reality that he was home and here with her made them both very happy.

"You seem knowledgeable about this idea. Is there something I should know?"