celestialdragon
his little one
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Smiling then grimacing as the pain went through her head at the medic, an older gentleman named Walter, came in to see her. "Alexis, what's going on?"
"Well, I was just in the range, shooting, and my head started hurting something awful," Alexis whispered. "It feels like my brain's being blown up with C4 and then being rummaged through with jackhammers."
The doctor gave her a customary examination and gently felt around her head. "Seems to be a migraine. You've had these before; this one's just a bit stronger. Lots of sex, lots of caffeine. Mainly the caffeine, since I know you all too well."
Alexis rolled her eyes. "Say sex happens, because I make the idiotic mistake of getting drunk," she asked. "How should it be like?"
"Slow, sensual. Making love. Not fucking." Walter eyed her suspiciously. "Does this have to do with him?" he nodded his head toward Nikolai.
Even in her weakened state, she bristled. "Yes." she snapped.
"I'm just asking. As long as he doesn't hurt you, or kill you, I don't care. He cares for you?"
"Yes."
"Then I have no objections. If he makes you happy, then he's okay. He's always accepted here."
"Thank you," she whispered, thankful that her old friend was understanding. "Can I leave?" she asked plaintively. "I want a nap."
"Yes," Walter smiled. "Go be happy, sweetheart."
She beckoned Nikolai over and he supported her back to their room, where she promptly fell on the bed.
"Well, I was just in the range, shooting, and my head started hurting something awful," Alexis whispered. "It feels like my brain's being blown up with C4 and then being rummaged through with jackhammers."
The doctor gave her a customary examination and gently felt around her head. "Seems to be a migraine. You've had these before; this one's just a bit stronger. Lots of sex, lots of caffeine. Mainly the caffeine, since I know you all too well."
Alexis rolled her eyes. "Say sex happens, because I make the idiotic mistake of getting drunk," she asked. "How should it be like?"
"Slow, sensual. Making love. Not fucking." Walter eyed her suspiciously. "Does this have to do with him?" he nodded his head toward Nikolai.
Even in her weakened state, she bristled. "Yes." she snapped.
"I'm just asking. As long as he doesn't hurt you, or kill you, I don't care. He cares for you?"
"Yes."
"Then I have no objections. If he makes you happy, then he's okay. He's always accepted here."
"Thank you," she whispered, thankful that her old friend was understanding. "Can I leave?" she asked plaintively. "I want a nap."
"Yes," Walter smiled. "Go be happy, sweetheart."
She beckoned Nikolai over and he supported her back to their room, where she promptly fell on the bed.