Pace MD - Chapter 1
Multichap / Oneshot: Chapter 1 / ? Author: Alpanu Pairing: au!Lee x reader Genre: erotica (mild smut in this chapter) Rating: MA Words: 2 617 Summary: Years ago, he saved your life. Today, you meet him unexpectedly. Neither of you know where an innocent invitation to a cup of coffee would lead to. Notes: Not beta´d. Author´s note: Sorry definitely not sorry
You chose your place for couple of reasons and one of them was that he will not have to drive you back home after you finished your dinner. Other reason was that you found it inappropriate to ask him to take you to his private apartment though he seemed to not mind that at all. Your home was also only a few minutes away from the cafeteria and you were eager to shred your formal clothing you were supposed to wear to work. And you sort of wished to show him how skilled cook you are. That last reason was a silly one and you knew it, but the silliest reasons were usually the most powerful ones. Your place, that was.
You apartment was small yet cosy. Since you moved in you reorganised the rooms, so now the formerly impossibly big kitchen was separated into two smaller spaces, one still serving as the kitchen and one as your small private bedroom. The living room was large and filled with everything you loved, starting with a comfortable sofa and armchair, ending with photographs and postcards you collected from your trips across the country that filled one whole wall.
Doctor Pace was impressed especially with them. After you changed to your sweatpants and T-shirt; shredding your bra gladly; and returned to the living room, you found him studying the ‘wall of fame’ as you were secretly calling it.
“I see it caught your interest.” You remarked from the doorstep, smiling.
He returned your smile. “It is impressive. You have visited all of these?”
You nodded, closing the distance between you and the wall. “I used to travel a lot when I was still at school. Hotel ‘mama’ was convenient enough to allow me my trips.” You chuckled, remembering some of the travels. “I would love to travel again but I have not enough money to spare.”
“I am sure you will have the money soon.”
You chuckled again. “Only in my dreams. Luckily we have Street View now. Yesterday I visited the Great wall of China.”
Doctor turned to you. “I was there last summer.” He admitted, much to your surprise. It took you a while to close your mouth and that made him laugh. “You were not expecting that.” He teased you.
“You are damn right, doctor. I thought you were complaining about your salary.”
He raised his eyebrow at you. “Are we really going to talk about money?”
You shook your head and left for kitchen. You put your apron on and start to draw ingredients for your dinner. Doctor was next to you in no time, offering his help but you refused.
“Please, doctor, make yourself comfortable. I would offer you some wine but, unfortunately, I do not have any here at the moment.”
“I would be surprised if you would have some. It goes not with a macrobiotic diet.”
That surprised you again. “Are you nutritionist as well?” You asked, not awaiting an actual answer to that.
“I am not.” He admitted, leaning himself against the kitchen counter. “But my sister is. She taught me a lot during her studies.”
You nodded in acknowledgement.
“Can I use your bathroom?” He asked suddenly and that tore you out from your thoughts.
“Oh, sure. And do not forget to wash your hands afterwards.” You teased him.
Preparing the dinner took you no time at all. You knew couple of fast meals but still tasty, so after half an hour you were enjoying your meal, talking about nothing and everything. Doctor praised your cooking skills which was a great boost to your ego. He even offered you to give you a contact to his sister to share some of your recipes with her. Eventually you got to more personal topics. Doctor told you more about his personal life, which was richer than you were expecting. You shared your memories from your travels which interested him greatly. It appeared he travelled a lot to foreign countries but he made only couple of trips across the homeland.
“Such a shame, Lee.” You teased him, finishing your meal. “The homeland should be the first country you know. Only then you should move behind the borders.”
He laughed heartily. “That is a wisdom I have to share further.” He finished his meal a while ago and therefore talking more the last minutes to allow you to finish your meal as well. “But you cannot blame me, [name]. Blame the conferences I participated.”
You nodded, taking a gulp of the orange water. Homemade, as you pointed out. One does not need anything more than a pure water and couple of orange slices. Cheap and full of vitamins.
“So, I hope you enjoyed your meal?” You asked though you knew his answer already. It practically disappeared within him.
“Very much so. I sing praises to the cook.” He put an imaginary hat down from his head and that made you chuckle. “Now, will you at least allow me to help you with the dishes?”
You shook your head. “You are my guest tonight. I cannot ask that from you.”
He grimaced.
“I said no!” You laughed. “Be a good guest and make yourself comfortable.”
Doctor Pace raised his eyebrows again. “I see. You do not want me to leave yet.”
Dumbo! You scolded yourself immediately. You should have thought about the possibility that he has something more important to do today than make silly jokes with you. “Oh, I am sorry! Of course, if you have to leave, then…”
He stopped you. “No, I do not have to go yet. I just wanted to see your reaction.”
That confused you a little. “My reaction?”
He nodded. “I shall explain later.”
“Alright then.” You collected the dishes and put them into good old-fashioned sink. “Give me a moment to get rid of these. You can turn on TV if you want to.”
He smiled. “Do not worry about that, [name]. Patience is one of my best qualities.”
You returned his smile, forgetting about the strange remark he made seconds ago. Turning on the water, you reached for the detergent.
You just finished your dishes and were cleaning the sink when you heard doctor approaching you. You smiled to yourself, thinking about teasing him a little.
“Getting impatient?” You asked merrily.
“Only a bit.” He whispered almost directly to your ear. Immediately after, his hands circled your waist. You jumped, startled by this bold movement of his.
“Do not worry.” He continued to whisper, his lips touching your earlobe delicately. Shivers ran down your spine. “There is nothing to fear.”
That was not comforting at all. You closed the water and tried to turn to face him but he held you firmly with your back pressed to his chiselled chest. You opened your mouth to ask him what the heck he is doing but he shushed you.
“I just want to check the scar.” He whispered again and more shivers ran down sour spine. Slowly he traced his fingers along the hem of your T-shirt and pushed it slightly up. Goosebumps prickled your skin and his hot breath on your neck was not helping the situation.
His fingertips then touched your skin and slowly, almost tantalizingly, they ran across your belly to find the scar he was talking about. There were two of them for that matter, one from appendectomy and one from the latter operation when the tumour was removed. The third operation during which the metastasis from near your spine was removed was performed by a neurologist, not by doctor Pace.
“The s…scar?” You stuttered.
His fingertips were already upon it, tracing the thin silvery line delicately. You bit at your lower lip to prevent yourself from making any more sounds.
“This one.” He whispered, stroking it gently. “Though, when I recall correctly, there is another one…”
Breath hitched in your throat when you felt his fingers to slide further down, seeking the latter scar located just above the hairline of your pubic region. Pressing your lips tightly together you felt his breathing to quicken.
“You are shaving yourself.” He breathed out, tracing the fingertips over the smooth skin down there. “Very sexy.” He pressed his lips to your earlobe, making you shiver against him. That snapped you out from your dazed state.
“Doctor Pace…” You started, feeling his fingers to move even further south.
He pressed you to his torso more firmly. “Yes, miss [surname]?”
“I think you already checked both of the scars.”
“True that…” He teased you with his impossibly low tone. “I think there is more I want to check.”
Before you could react, his fingers slid down to find your folds. You moaned at the sudden contact.
“My my…” He purred into your skin. “You are dripping wet already.” He stroked your folds slowly, smearing your wetness all over your labia. “Is that because of me?”
You were rendered speechless already so the only answer you managed to give him was a slight nod. After that, he pressed you to his torso once again and you felt a bulge forming in his trousers, pressing into your bum.
“This is because of you.” He whispered to your neck, his lips touching your skin delicately. “It seems there is a case of mutual desire. It should be investigated further…” He kissed the spot under your ear and you moaned his name. That satisfied him enough to turn you to face him.
His cheeks were stained red but you were sure you are blushing as well. This was leading the most wrong direction and you had no regrets at all. That man was not your doctor anymore and he was bloody handsome, tall and muscular and his fingers were doing… things to you. No wonder your brain waved you goodbye.
Breathing heavily against his broad chest, you raised your chin to look at him. He used that moment to claim your lips and… by all the existent and non-existent gods, his kisses were divine. He plundered your mouth, leaving you breathless, and then he moved further south to pepper your neck with kisses, licks and bites. Your breathing quickened when he wrapped his hands around you and lifted you up onto the kitchen counter. He spread your legs then, finding a comfortable position between them.
That was the moment when you stopped his ministrations. You earned startled look from him, but you smiled more or less reassuringly. He grinned, claiming your mouth again. This kiss was less heated but more deliberate and you felt the wetness pooling between your legs. You stopped him again.
“What are we doing?” You whispered into his lips that were still almost touching yours.
He smiled and stroked your sides. “We both know that already.” He pinned his gaze to yours when his hands travelled past the hem of your T-shirt. He bit at his lower lip mischievously just before he slipped his fingers into the lining of your sweatpants and slid it down your hips along with your undergarments. That bold move made you gasp in surprise, but he held his eyes upon yours, not flinching down or to a side.
“I wish to taste you.” He whispered seductively and you moaned at that thought.
Closing your eyes, you let him to adjust your position at the kitchen counter so your pelvis was right on the edge. You felt his hands to roam over your inner thighs, slowly nearing your centre. Soft rustling of his clothes let you know he kneeled in front of you. His breath upon your skin only confirmed that. You bit at your lower lip in anticipation and opened your eyes. Of course he was watching your reaction. Holding the eye contact, he slowly leaned his head down to your core. Before he could taste you, as he formulated his wish before, he blew at your wet core. The chill of his otherwise hot breath made you shiver. Only then he kissed the soft mound just above your most sensitive spot.
The intense sensation that reverberated through your body made you throw your head back. Your hair brushed the cupboard; you were only millimetres away from hitting yourself very hard or breaking your skull even. None of that happened; Lee’s tongue hit your core instead. You groaned at the sudden contact. Your hips bucked up towards Lee’s mouth instinctively, seeking more of his erotic touch. He complied, though his hands circled your thighs and pushed you back on the kitchen counter. Holding you firmly, he savoured your nether regions vigorously, making you gasp for air. Using his long fingers he spread you even more open, savouring your sweet wetness.
It is needless to say that it has been quite a time since you have been treated this way the last time. With doctor’s expert skills, you were already bolting for your peak. The sounds you were making were almost unhuman; you were not even able to moan his simple name. To top his ministrations, he added one finger to his teasing, sliding carefully into your moist cave. The feeling made you buck your hips up again, almost withdrawing the source of your euphoria. Doctor chuckled, holding you firmer, sliding his digit deeper into you.
“So tight…” He murmured into your swollen slick pearl before taking it between his lips. “So wet…” He continued between his salacious licks, driving you crazy. Such a dirty talker he was.
“How close are you?” He asked with his low rumbling voice.
“C-close!” You panted, squeezing your inner muscles around his finger. Doctor understood that as an invitation for one more finger, making you scream wildly. White spots started to dance before your eyes, your breath quickened. You were about to erupt as a volcano that has been sleeping for several centuries, if the electric currents, emitted from your burning centre and contracting your muscles violently, were a clue.
Doctor Lee then turned his fingers within you and curled them in ’come hither’ motion. With the precise pressure on your sensitive nub and hitting your inner sweet spot, he sent you to a vortex of ultimate passion. You screamed something that should have been his name probably; or some profanities even; not caring of who can hear you. For a small moment, everything went blank. Your muscles relaxed and you felt the doctor to take you carefully into his arms, carrying you to your bed. Being laid into your soft cushions, you eventually descended from your high, smiling widely.
“That was unbelievable.” You proclaimed after catching your breath.
“I am not finished yet.” Doctor Pace promised – or threatened. Unbuttoning his shirt with his intense stare pinned onto you, your lust has been growing again.
“I should listen to my doctor’s advice then.” You teased him, getting rid of your tee.
Morning light woke you up instead of your alarm clock. You groaned, realising that you overslept due to the last night’s events. Realising that other fact, you turned lazily to the side, searching for the insatiable man that was the cause of your tiredness. To your surprise, the place next to you was empty, his pillow already cold. He must have left a long time ago. Sitting upright, you groaned once again, feeling the soreness in every muscle of your body. That man was a beast…
You took short but hot shower to release the muscle pain and got dressed up quickly, skipping some of your morning rituals. Packing your breakfast for work, you found a business card placed on top of your purse.
’Today, 2:30 pm, my office. Don’t be late. X, Lee’
You had to take another shower. A cold one this time.
