<USS Lovisa> =/\= The Power Of Healing, part one =/\=
- From: DelilahKilgarran@xxxxxxx
- To: usslovisa@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 20:39:03 EDT
=/\= The Power Of Healing, part one =/\= by Delilah and Alex Kilgarran, and friends Six years ago... When Delilah woke, it was to a silent message that Rachel had taken Rikka for a while, to give her and Alex a little time to themselves. Alex was still dozing, but he stirred when Delilah turned, snuggling closer to him. She wished she could touch his face, trace the lines of his hands with a fingertip... but her hands were encased in gobs of cotton bandage. So she contented herself with cuddling up and rubbing her cheek, catlike, against his chest. "You going to start purring?" he asked as he brought a hand down and rubbed her back and arm a little. His voice was still tired but he shifted a bit so she could be closer to him if she wanted. She tried trilling her tongue in a mock-purr, but had to give it up and giggle. "Meow?" she asked, laughing. "Rachel took Rikka with her so we can spend some quality time together." "Sounds nice," he said with a sleepy smile. "Maybe if I scratched behind your ears you would purr, hmm?" he continued to tease her. "You could try," she teased back, then sighed contentedly and stretched, snuggling back up afterward. "Oh, Al, I'm so glad you're here." "I'm glad you're glad," he said. "How are your hands?" he asked. "Not so ouchy right now," she told him. Maybe she ought to eat that sandwich she'd left, but she was much too comfortable cuddling. "A Healer will come by in a while to check, so you'll get to see for yourself, if you don't think it'll gross you out." "Can't imagine it's any worse than what I saw during my own tour," he told her. "You don't mind me seeing?" "No, I don't mind." Delilah raised herself up on one elbow to look into his eyes. They were bluer than ever in the late-afternoon light between the curtains. "You've watched me give birth; I guess this can't be much worse," she grinned. Alex nodded. "Hopefully it won't be as scary for me this time," he told her. He took his finger and traced her ear as he looked at her closely. She leaned in to kiss him briefly. "I don't want you to be scared, Al. I want you to be happy..." "I'm with you, D. Of course I'm happy," he told her. He leaned up and kissed her lightly. She accepted his kiss, and kissed back more intensely, suddenly wanting him to seize her and make love with her. It had been so long... ~~Love you, Al...~~ He felt her in his mind, and flinched slightly. But he slipped her bra strap off her shoulder and kissed down her neck. "I love you too, D," he told her between kisses. It was frustrating, not having usable hands, but she made do with face-touches and kisses, and movements that pressed her body against his. "I've missed you so much," she whispered, and didn't mean just the few days since she'd come to the Canyon. How many weeks or months had it been since that last endless night in their own bed, that had faded into the morning she'd shipped out? Too long, anyway. The cotton and gauze on her hands tickled his face and neck as he felt her touching and pressing against him. He groaned at some of the touches. "I've missed you, D. More than you know." Their underthings were soon discarded, and she strained toward him, aching to join with him, to feel his pleasure merging with her own until she couldn't tell one from the other. "Al..." she begged in a sultry murmur. She couldn't use any of her favorite touches; this time the timing would be all up to him. He placed a hand on her shoulder, "D, I..." he groaned feeling her straining against him. "I don't want to hurt you, D." "You won't." Her frustration and desire crept into her voice. "Please." "We shouldn't," he said again. "I want to, but we shouldn't," he said as he continued to kiss her. "Why not?" Delilah inquired between kisses. "You said a Healer would be here soon," he said. He was breathless as he spoke to her and caressed her. "In a while, not immediately." She arched against him. Alex groaned again. "D," he breathed. "You need your rest. You have to heal, and recover," he said between kisses. His protests were confused. He was, too. He wanted to be with her, but he was afraid of hurting her further. "There's a lot of healing power in lovemaking," she said huskily, and shifted, encouraging him with her movements. He breathed as he felt her moving. "D," he gave one more weak protest before biology took over. There was no compulsion now, forcing her to hold back. As their bodies merged, Delilah allowed her mind to reach, meshing with his, sharing what she was feeling both emotionally and physically. There was no need for words, either, not when he could sense everything from her. But out of habit, she whispered between kisses, "Love you..." He could feel her in his mind and strangely he could feel what she was feeling. Everything she was feeling. "I know," he breathed, kissing her some more. "I can feel it," his voice was shaking even through the ragged breaths. Grinning, she wrapped herself around him, loving him, delighting in making love after so long a separation. With his body trembling against hers, she was already dizzy with pleasure. It wouldn't take much to send her over the edge. It had been a long time since they had been together and he was quickly beyond words, his mind a jumble of feelings and emotions. Mostly involving her and pleasure. And then all he could feel was pleasure, and then release. Delilah gasped as the climax drove through her, beginning in Alex's body but swiftly crashing through them both. Her arms tightened around him as her body spasmed with overwhelming waves of ecstasy. And then she went limp, still wrapped around him, the waves subsiding to sweet ripples of pleasure. ~~Love you so much, Al. Always and forever.~~ Alex was exhausted and drained. "I love you too, D. Always," he told her. His voice was a murmur. He hadn't been sleepy before, and he supposed he wasn't really tired now, either. Relaxed, yes, that was the correct description. He felt extremely relaxed. As he was able to recover, the spasms in his own body, because of her, slowly dissipating, he was able to speak more clearly and he could almost feel his synapses resolidify. "Wow," he breathed and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Mmm," she sighed contentedly. "I wish we could stay like this forever." Although maybe not really forever. It was just one of those forever-feeling moments. "But," she sighed again, her eyes twinkling with humor, "I guess that would be awkward." "We'd eventually have people come and look for us, I would imagine. If we didn't show up for breakfast tomorrow morning," he smiled. Delilah giggled. "I should probably eat something sooner than that," she said, "and Esti will be by in less than an hour, to unbandage me and give me more ouchies for later. But, Al," she hastened to add, her smile warm and happy, "I don't hurt at all right now. I told you there's healing in lovemaking." He smiled at her. "Well, if Esti says its a good idea, we can keep trying to get you well," he teased. "Unless you don't want to," he gave her a wink. "I want to," she said softly. Reluctantly, she slid away from him. "Bathroom," was all she needed to say, and kissed him again before sliding out of bed. He smiled at her kiss and gave her a nod. "I have to when you're done," he said. It didn't take long, and she came lifting back, her bandaged feet a centimeter or two above the floor. "I dread having to learn to walk again," she confessed as she settled back down, sitting on the edge of the bed. "We can get Rikka to help you," he teased as he slipped out of the bed him self to go use the bathroom. "You spoken to Tammy or Ryan since you've been back?" he asked seemingly from nowhere. "No, I'm afraid I've been incredibly selfish, I've really only thought of us, and Rikka, when I haven't been busy hurting," she told him. Lifting again, she got dressed. It had been awkward at first -- she wasn't in the habit of doing so much without hands. But she was getting used to it. He watched her a moment as her body started to disappear, and a brief thought of disappointment flashed through his mind. "I suppose that makes sense," he said. "I had a message from them before I left to come here," he said. "They heard that you were injured and how serious it was. But they know you need time to recover. You should probably ring them up when we get home." Noticing him watching her, she smiled a little apologetically. "It's still strange to me, to do so much without hands," she explained. "We mostly don't do things just because we can, you see. There ought to be a reason." She laughed at herself, hearing what she'd just said. "I guess this is a reason," she chortled, holding up the bandaged appendages. "When we get home," she added, "I'll invite people over. Have a nice get-together." "Good," he said. "But I wasn't watching you because you weren't using your hands. I was watching you because you were getting dressed again." He went over to her. "Or do you like making more work for me for later?" he teased. "Oh, making more work, of course," she teased back airily, and kissed him on the nose, bursting with gratitude that she was able to tease him. She couldn't keep saying it out loud, but her internal voice kept repeating fervently how glad she was to be back with him, how much she loved him, how she never wanted to leave him again. He touched the tip of one of her bandaged hands gently. "I'm glad you're back, D. I really am." "Me, too," she whispered. She might have gotten undressed again, but her stomach growled, reminding her that she needed to eat before the Healing treatment. "Guess I'd better have that sandwich I put away," she sighed. He smiled and winced at the same time. "Its not bananas, is it?" he asked in a voice that was almost pleading. Delilah laughed. "No, silly. It's the turkey sandwich you made for me." She was drifting out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen as she spoke. He laughed a little as he followed. "Well, it definitely doesn't have bananas in it then, if I made it," he smiled. "Sit," he told her and pointed to the sofa in the corner. "I'll get the leftover sandwich from the icebox." She sat, curious to find out if he intended to feed it to her as well, and watched as he went into the kitchen. From this angle, she couldn't see him over the pass-through counter. He went to the icebox and retrieved the sandwich, and brought it back to where she was sitting. He sat down near her, but not next to her, and invited her to move so she was sitting in his lap. Still watching him, head tilted curiously, she lifted to his lap. He popped open the sandwich's container and took it in his hand and held it out for her to take a bite. "I thought you were hungry," he said, when she didn't react right away. Delilah laughed, and took a bite. ~~Did I mention lately that I love you?~~ she asked, silently because her mouth was full. "Not in the last few minutes, no," he commented as he looked at an imaginary watch. "Eat." She ate. His watch might be imaginary, but the stylized cuckoo clock on the mantel was ticking away the minutes before her Healing treatment. She had switched off the cuckoo itself because it startled Rikka, but the clock still kept accurate time. He smiled. "Good," he told her. "I don't want you malnourished too." That was a distinct possibility, though she didn't say so aloud. Alex had enough to worry about. She took the last bite just as a knock sounded at the door. Alex half jumped at the knock on the door. He had almost forgotten that someone was on their way. He slid her off his lap, saying, "I'll get it. You finish chewing." And he made his way off the couch and across the room to the door. Two women were there, and a young girl in her early teens. One of the women he had met -- Melea, who Delilah had said was like a grandmother to her. She smiled warmly. "Alex, we're so glad you're here. This is Esti, our senior Healer," she introduced the other woman, who was comfortably middle-aged and had a delightful smile, "and Simone, one of our Sensitives. Lala will have told you we were coming, yes?" "Yeah," he agreed. "She said you'd be here. I didn't realize there would be so many of you, though," he said truthfully. "Ordinarily, two of us would be more than adequate," Esti told him cheerfully. "But Simone is in training, and it won't hurt to have her help while she's learning about regeneration." Simone, who had been watching Alex shyly, looked away, blushing deep pink. Alex smiled at the young girl. "I don't bite, Simone, and I suppose D is as good a candidate for you to learn with as anyone else." Delilah, meanwhile, had fetched herself a glass of iced tea from the cooler and drifted toward the door with it apparently -- but not really -- balanced on one bandaged hand. "Come in, please," she invited, giving her husband a wink. He apologized for his lack of manners and stepped aside, allowing them access to the room. "D just ate, can I get you three anything?" he offered. "Maybe some of that iced tea," Melea told him as Delilah's glass settled on an end table. It was clear, though there was no saying how, that she spoke for all of them. Alex nodded. "Sugar or lemon?" he asked before heading for the kitchen. "Honey, if there is any," Esti requested without looking up. She was carefully unwinding the bandages from Delilah's feet. "There's some in the pantry," Delilah said. Suddenly, Alex couldn't move. He was transfixed by what was happening with his wife's bandages. He knew he shouldn't look but it was like seeing an accident on the highway. He couldn't help but stare at what he shouldn't. "Looking good," Esti commented, gently removing the cotton wadding. The new toes were much smaller yet than they ought to be, with only a shadow where the nailbeds would grow. The skin was translucent, every blood vessel visible. "Simone, will you read off the nerve pathways for me?" The girl appeared to be staring off into space, but she responded immediately. "There's overgrowth..." Her voice faded out. "She's showing Esti where the nerves have tried to take their own pathways," Melea explained quietly to Alex. "They'll redirect the growth together while I block Lala's perception of pain." He blinked, not really understanding -- or realizing that he had been spoken to, for that matter. He was aghast seeing Delilah's feet and new toes. He gulped and whispered. "Excuse me, please." And he stepped away and was outside the door in no time. ...to be continued...
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