“I did. I think we should head back… it’ll start getting dark soon.” I tell her, registering her looks of protest.
“You’re not walking back down, Tess. Don’t worry. I said I’d carry you myself, didn’t I? And I will.”
“But,” she starts to protest, and before she can say another word I lift her up, murmuring my pleasure as I hook my arms gently underneath her. Lifting her up and feeling her safe once again, resting against my chest, her arms hooking around my neck as she makes her own little sounds. Some tiny winces of pain but mostly content, happy sounds.
“You’ll never carry me all the way,” she says softly, so close to my ear I can feel her hair against my neck and face, and I turn towards hers.
Less than an inch is between us, our lips almost touching and I feel her start to quiver in my arms, her hands tracing the back of my neck as I slowly move my lips towards hers.
“We should go then,” she says suddenly, and I open my eyes wider with a start, smiling in agreement, reminding myself of what I just told her.
“Yeah, it’ll be getting dark soon enough, we should head back.”
“I thought I’d be okay walking this far, but I guess not,” she sniffs after a while.
I don’t want to embarrass her and I won’t talk about it unless she wants to.
I shift my grip and she yelps a little, my hand riding up too far and touching a sore spot.
“Sorry,” I say, making my own pained face. I do feel her pain, each step, each scrape of her skin against the thick cotton she’s wearing.
It’s the shortest few miles I’ve ever hiked and I could go on carrying her forever, just feeling her softness melting into my body with each step.
Towards the end of the trail I look down, noticing she’s fallen asleep. Like an angel in my arms, I feel more than ever like bending down to kiss her, but I want her to be awake for that. I want her to remember our first kiss.
It’s back to the infirmary, there’s the perfect ointment there to help with chafing. And after that… well. We’ll just see what happens after that.
CHAPTER NINE
Tessa
I only wake up once he sets me down again. It’s like I could sleep forever in his arms, only waking when he isn’t holding me, and once I feel the sting of that damned chafing start up again.
“Oh my god, Sean… I feel ridiculous! Tell me you didn’t carry me all that way?” I ask him, trying to sit up but feeling his strong hand on my shoulder, his face calm and kind.
“You’ve had quite a day, Tess. I got this… You have no idea the two most common problems here. Poison ivy and chafing.”
I feel myself turning beet red, hot with embarrassment.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of Tess,” he continues, slipping on a pair of examination gloves.
“I get it too sometimes, let’s take a look.”
But I don’t want him to look.
I mean, I want him to do all kinds of things to me, sure. But not like this, not when I’m all red and ugly down there.
Sean’s waiting patiently beside the exam table, looking down at me with his dark eyes, his chiseled jaw set firm.
“If you just give me some ointment… I can do it myself.” I protest feebly and Sean nods.
“Okay, that’s quite alright. I’m sorry if I…”
But I see my hand darting out to his as he goes to take his glove off.
“Maybe… maybe you could just take a look,” I hear myself saying, and it’s like the on switch flips to the thumping in my chest, and I hear Sean’s low growl of approval again.
“I’ll only take a look,” he promises, and I shiver a breath in, suddenly unaware of any pain or discomfort.
“Now. Can you sit up for me… that’s it,” he murmurs, “That’s perfect.”
I sit up and open my legs for him. My shorts ride up a little and I wince, feeling the hem brushing over the chafed parts of my thighs.
“Hmmm.” Sean says in a deep tone, leaning in for a closer look.
“I have some ointment which works wonders every time but those shorts will have to come off, Tess.”
I feel my head nodding, my chest going so hard I feel like my nipples will snap off.
Sean’s breathing getting harder and without even looking, I know the front of his shorts are too.
I know if it was anyone else, Sean would be professional, but this is something I want. I want him to touch me, chafing or not.
I realized the only way to cure the effect he’s having on me is to yield to him completely.
And I know he feels the same. He moves in closer now, his body between my legs, our faces almost touching again.
“You’re mine now, Tess. D’you understand?” he says firmly. I feel my head continue to nod, my hand moving up to touch the front of his shorts, making me shudder once I feel the hot thickness behind the material, making Sean groan deeply.
“Let’s get you out of those shorts. We’ll deal with your rash first… then we’ll see what else needs attending to…”
Sean is so gentle, but so strong. He manages to support my legs with his quads as I lift up my rear, letting him slide my shorts off.
I’m breathing so hard I can hardly hear anything.
The rush of blood to my mound is so intense, I feel a sound escape me as I start to shiver, feeling like I’m going to wet myself or something.
“Sean,” I whimper, jerking hard as his hands rest at the top of my thighs, spreading them further apart. The movement opening my hot pussy all the way and letting him see through my drenched white cotton briefs.
I gasp and shudder again. Fuck ointment. I want Sean and I want him now.
He’s the cure
