One-handed, no-handed, he doesn't care. A technicolor cast won't stop him from wanting her. He grins as she scoots forward, her hand on his back so good it makes him sigh. Oh, God, to touch her, to talk about such things in the middle of a public ER! Suddenly all harm is totally forgotten and craving blisters through him. Craving to hold her, craving to sleep with her and fuck her tomorrow, craving to take care of her, craving to comfort her. "I think perhaps we'd ought to," he murmurs with a devious grin. "After all, I've got to make certain my poor little patient is doing well."
It makes his jaw ache. He hates being in public, as soon as the get to the car parked in the dark of the parking lot he's going to give her the kind of kiss that makes a girl black out.
"I'll never hate you, never get fed up with you, never be disappointed. Salome, darling, you are the little ray of sunshine who has molded half of my life up to this point and filled me with such--indescribable feeling. Don't ever be scared, my darling, you must trust me when I swear to you I will always, always, always be here for you no matter what I must do in the process."
The gratitude doesn't make it any better, he's still sick over it, especially because after a few seconds of contemplation he sighs heavily. "Actually I should probably meet the little sons of bitches before I let you run around with them." His teeth grind in his jaw, upper lip curled into a sneer directed to the middledistance. "Oh, God dammit. Christ. But it's fine, it's fine, it has to be done." He sighs sharply and stairs up at the ceiling, then at the clock, grudgingly accepting the smooch on the cheek.
As soon as the doctor makes his reappearance Richard again assumes a posture of slightly more propriety, then stands, arms crossed as he moves over to look at the x-ray. With a tired snort of laughter, Richard rubs the corner of his right eye with his ring finger before dragging his entire hand down his face and peering down at Salome with his hand upon his own cheek. "Yes, I think this is a definite lesson learned, sweetheart, don't you? How about I get you some boxing gloves, or some oven mitts for the next time you have a tantrum? I can keep them on-hand for emergencies and put them on you when you get into one of your moods."
Really, what is he going to do with her? She definitely needs to punch him next time. There's some weird pride in there to know she punches that hard, it makes him feel somewhat more secure about letting her go on dates.
But holy shit you bet your ass he's going to buy her a stun gun.
"All right," Richard folds his arms over his chest and glances at the doctor. "About how long might she have to be in the hard cast, then? Oh, poor thing," he glances back to her with a furrowed brow. "No swim practice for awhile. But maybe a little break would be good for you, your mother has you signed up for too many activities. Anyway," his tired attention shifts back to the doctor and he asks, "About what can we expect her to be dealing with in way of pain? I imagine the first couple of days won't exactly be a cake walk, but about when can we expect her to start feeling it less?"
These inquiries are important. ER doctors are stingy when it comes to the size of their scripts, so if she's going to be in pain for awhile, then he'll have to force Julius to make some time to see her in a few days. And then what she doesn't need, Daddy can take off her hands.
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Date: 2013-01-10 05:03 pm (UTC)It makes his jaw ache. He hates being in public, as soon as the get to the car parked in the dark of the parking lot he's going to give her the kind of kiss that makes a girl black out.
"I'll never hate you, never get fed up with you, never be disappointed. Salome, darling, you are the little ray of sunshine who has molded half of my life up to this point and filled me with such--indescribable feeling. Don't ever be scared, my darling, you must trust me when I swear to you I will always, always, always be here for you no matter what I must do in the process."
The gratitude doesn't make it any better, he's still sick over it, especially because after a few seconds of contemplation he sighs heavily. "Actually I should probably meet the little sons of bitches before I let you run around with them." His teeth grind in his jaw, upper lip curled into a sneer directed to the middledistance. "Oh, God dammit. Christ. But it's fine, it's fine, it has to be done." He sighs sharply and stairs up at the ceiling, then at the clock, grudgingly accepting the smooch on the cheek.
As soon as the doctor makes his reappearance Richard again assumes a posture of slightly more propriety, then stands, arms crossed as he moves over to look at the x-ray. With a tired snort of laughter, Richard rubs the corner of his right eye with his ring finger before dragging his entire hand down his face and peering down at Salome with his hand upon his own cheek. "Yes, I think this is a definite lesson learned, sweetheart, don't you? How about I get you some boxing gloves, or some oven mitts for the next time you have a tantrum? I can keep them on-hand for emergencies and put them on you when you get into one of your moods."
Really, what is he going to do with her? She definitely needs to punch him next time. There's some weird pride in there to know she punches that hard, it makes him feel somewhat more secure about letting her go on dates.
But holy shit you bet your ass he's going to buy her a stun gun.
"All right," Richard folds his arms over his chest and glances at the doctor. "About how long might she have to be in the hard cast, then? Oh, poor thing," he glances back to her with a furrowed brow. "No swim practice for awhile. But maybe a little break would be good for you, your mother has you signed up for too many activities. Anyway," his tired attention shifts back to the doctor and he asks, "About what can we expect her to be dealing with in way of pain? I imagine the first couple of days won't exactly be a cake walk, but about when can we expect her to start feeling it less?"
These inquiries are important. ER doctors are stingy when it comes to the size of their scripts, so if she's going to be in pain for awhile, then he'll have to force Julius to make some time to see her in a few days. And then what she doesn't need, Daddy can take off her hands.
Everybody's a winner!