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 came back out of the bathroom after a little while. He was not at all shy about his body, so he wasn't at all bashful about being nude. He walked over to her and glanced out the window, "Beautiful view. I'm off for the next three days," he whispered to her and kissed her forehead before heading back to bed with Illya.

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"Solo, wait," she called softly, getting up to catch him before he opened the door to her bedroom. "Tell me honestly. Do you want to be with only Illya?"

She wouldn't begrudge him that, because she knew how desire worked and how tricky it was. "I don't want to make either of you unhappy."

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He stopped and turned when she called to him, eyebrows raised. Solo took her hand, "Do I seem unhappy to you? Or does Illya?" He asked softly. He didn't want her to think that her concerns weren't legitimate. "I want to be with both of you. I've never been exclusive to anyone. And this is all new to me. I really enjoyed last night. And I find you as exciting and beautiful as he is. I don't know where this is all going, but I'm very excited to find out." He looked into her eyes, and pulled her to him to give her a kiss. "Do you have to get ready for work this morning or are you coming back to bed?"

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"I'm coming back," she said, lowering her head for a moment, a little confused with herself. "I'm off for the weekend."

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"What's the matter? Are you not happy with..." He wasn't sure what to call what they had. It was so new it might not become anything at all. "The three of us being together? Would you be happier having Illya all to yourself?"

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Sinthia shook her head. "No, it's not that, not at all," she said. "It's...I can't describe why I feel anxious." She knows why, yes, but it's hard for her to think about, much less try to form into words that other people can fathom.

"I'm not at all unhappy that you and I both like Illya. I like you too."

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"You're not worried that he will leave you for me, are you?" He looked into her eyes and really hoped that wasn't it. If she didn't want Solo around because she was jealous, he would break it off now. The last thing he wanted to happen was to be the cause of them breaking up.

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"No, it's not that," she said, laughing quietly. Even if Illya had been inclined to leave her for someone more to his liking, that wouldn't have upset her. "I can try to explain it, just...later." When she's not half-tired still.

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"Okay," he brushed a wayward strand of hair from her cheek and kissed her there. "Let's go back to bed."

Sky blue eyes cracked open when they came in, "Where you go?" Illya asked them, his accent thick from sleep. His blonde hair was sleep mussed which gave the big Russian a boyish look Solo immediately found charming.

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"Nowhere, Illyusha," Sinthia murmured as she slid into bed again, peeling out of the camisole. "Just the kitchen to feed Avi. We're coming back to bed."