Carelle New Years kiss of course. ;) Happy new year! Hope you have a great one.
Happy new year to you too, darling! I think it's going to be an awesome one.
II"You Army guys really know how to do a fireworks display." Belle had her arms wrapped around him as they looked up at the sky above the base.
"We like to blow things up," Carl said with a grin. "Though if you really want some fireworks..."
"My New Year's resolution is to do that more often," Belle said once the kiss ended, her hand on his shoulder and the chill of a cement block wall at her back.
"I might be able to help you out with that." Carl led her to his quarters.
II
"Ten, nine, eight..." Most of the staff and the patients that were mobil had gathered in the hospital courtyard. Ben was asleep on the exam table in Belle's office. Graham was somewhere close at hand, probably wherever Doctor Humbert was at the moment. Belle looked up and waited for the fireworks to begin. She'd always loved fireworks.
"Seven, six, five..." Despite the noise there was a sense of calm. Perhaps it was the fact that they were all outside and everyone was smiling. It was the closest she got at work to being 'Belle' and not 'Doctor French.'
"Four, three, two, one."
"Happy New Year, Belle." The touch of his lips to her cheek wasn't anything like their more intimate past. A friend or family member might offer her the same touch. No one else's kiss would be as confusing. Or set her heart to racing.
"Not as good as the Army could do," he whispered over the sound of the fireworks starting.
Oh I would also love to see Nick and Belle's first time in the Nickbelle verse.
She fell asleep crying. Her father was dying; it was a matter of days now. Maybe hours. She'd been at her father's side for almost three days before Nick had convinced her that she needed to get some rest. She'd only agreed reluctantly, and hadn't wanted to be alone. She'd just go back to the hospital, she admitted, if she was alone in her flat.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up with a hard on. Of course it would happen when Belle was snuggled up to his chest, her arse almost snug against his erection. Fuck. How was he going to get out of this one when she was between him and his wheelchair. he was supposed to be taking care of her, not coming on to her. Carefully Nick tried to roll onto his back. At least he could stop poking her.
"Good morning." Fuck, she was awake.
"Hey." Belle was kind and she was polite. At least she probably wouldn't say anything and he could save a bit of face.
"I'm going to do something, and I want you to know this isn't about my dad, okay?" Belle leaned up on one elbow, turned to face him.
"Okay?" He wasn't sure what she meant until she kissed him. he lost himself in it until he realized that her body was pressed against his. Completely against him so she would feel everything. "Belle..."
"I'd almost forgotten that there was something outside of hospitals and death. And that there were nice guys who just cared and didn't want to take. If you don't want this tell me, please don't lie to me, but I want you, Nick. And I want to remember that I'm alive." Belle's hand was on his hip, inches from his cock.
"It's been more than a year since I..." He'd masturbated, though not often because sometimes his hand shook too much and sometimes it seemed like too much work. And sometimes it made him think of Karen. He hadn't had sex since she'd left.
"We don't have to do anything, Nick. Not if you don't want to."
"I'd have to be mental to have someone like you in my bed and wanting me, and to say no." She was beautiful. And sweet. And didn't seem to give a fuck about the fact he couldn't use his legs. "I can't do as much as I'd like."
"Let me, sweetheart." She'd slept in one of his flannels, and pulled it over her head. She didn't wear anything underneath except for knickers, and she was rid of those quickly before she straddled him, sitting on his thighs. Her hands were at the waistband of his sweatpants. "May I?"
"Yeah." His cock, thank goodness, stayed firm. At least one muscle was working. Nick's hands shook, and he grasped the blanket to keep it from showing too much.
"I didn't have a single bad dream last night. I think you kept them all away." Nick wasn't sure he wasn't dreaming when she smiled at him and leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth. Oh fuck, but it had been a long time since he'd felt anything like that.
"Christ." He couldn't keep his hips from thrusting forward. "I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for." Hair covered half her face as she looked up at him. "You want me. That feels pretty good."
"Of course I want you."He reached down to brush a piece of her hair, hand shaking from nerves as much as from muscle spasms.
"You're good for me, Nick." She leaned down to kiss him, stealing his breath as she nibbled on his lower lip. Her lips grazed his neck as she took his cock inside of her. When she rode him, her breast bouncing and a smile on her face he almost forgot for a little while that his body was turning on him. Belle was happy and he was helping her feel good. That mattered.
