Desire Ch. 4 - Nurse Hanson

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Chapter 4 – Nurse Hanson
POV: Emily
Word Count: 3157


April 11, 2009; Saturday

So, Zac had taken the Nurse Hanson thing to the extreme, not that I really minded being waited on hand and foot, being bathed, or even those scrubs. He’d apparently bought several pair as the ones he had on today were solid black, and he’s worn a pair each day since he came home. He only changed if he had to leave the house. He had been busy when he wasn’t holding me, waiting on me, or bathing me. He had finished the bedroom boxes and had most of the kitchen boxes unpacked as well. But, seeing him all week in those pants, there would be no unpacking today, unless it was him.

I had been up most of the day before, felt a lot better, so when I got up today I went downstairs and found him in the kitchen putting up the items we’d rarely use in the top of the cabinets. I’d realized Wednesday that he’d forgone underwear with the pants and given the tightness of them today, he wasn’t wearing any now either. I stood at the open door and watched him, each time he went to put something in the cabinet the shirt tightened around his arms, tightened across his shoulders, and even the pants tightened on his ass, which he’d crawled over me a lot with those tight ass pants on.

“Nurse, you forgot to bring my breakfast this morning. I’ve been patiently waiting for you to bring it to me and starvation got me out of bed.”

He nearly dropped the plate but caught it before it landed on the new counter.  “You’re not supposed to give the nurse a heart attack.”

I smiled and stayed where I was. “But you were starving me.” I added the extra whine to that sentence too.

He looked over his shoulder. “Uh huh, I know the patient has been faking it for two days.”

“Not true! I still felt like crap Thursday.”

“But not yesterday, no you were absolutely fine yesterday. Although, what would you like for breakfast?”

“You?”

He laid the plate down and looked at me. “I can’t very well cook myself Emily.”

“Fine. Pancakes? Vanilla cinnamon pancakes.”

“Sure thing.” He said.

I sat down at the island and watched him fix breakfast. We both ate in the kitchen and he went back to unpacking. Evidently he’d completely missed the you statement meaning. But, watching him standing there was quite hot.

He reached up to put the holiday bowl in the top cabinet and I snapped a picture, he heard the noise of the phone and he turned his head slightly, perfect chance for me to get another one.

“I may have to post that one.”

“Emily, what are you doing?”

“Sitting here watching you unpack boxes?”

“You could be helping, not taking pictures of my ass.”

“It was not just your ass. Although I may have to post that second one for real. I know of a few people that would be highly jealous of that view.”

“Like your future sister in law?”

“Ohh! I could just text it to her and maybe Amanda too!”

I moved my fingers over the phone screen, but I had no intention of really sending that photo out. The tightness of the shirt and the pants and his lower back was exposed too. It took him ten seconds to make it to me and remove the phone from my hand and laid it on the counter out of reach.

“How about you quite being bad and help me? No one else needs to see Nurse Hanson but you.”

I pouted. “But…”

“No buts Emily.”

I pouted again. “You never let me have fun.”

He kissed my forehead. “Sure I do. But yeah, Nurse Hanson needs to stay in house.”

I got up and started helping him unpack the boxes that were left. Good thing because he had some stuff too high for me to reach and some stuff I didn’t need too low. It also gave me a chance to see him reach up more. About one the doorbell rang and I got it, it was his brothers.

“Hey! Did you make it back to the living?” Isaac asked.

“I’m almost there, just taking it slow this weekend and I should be fine by Monday. Then Taylor can insist I do inventory alone and work me to death.”

“It is not my fault I trust your counter over anyone else’s!” he said.

“Yes, it is.”

He just smiled some but I let them inside and they followed me toward the kitchen. I walked in to Zac being on all fours in the floor adjusting lids. I paused as I completely forgot he had scrubs on, completely forgot they were tight and in his present position everything was outlined and while I didn’t mind he wouldn’t want his brothers to see that much.

Taylor looked confused when I sprinted across the kitchen, I grabbed the white seat cover from the counter and threw it over Zac’s rear end, the suddenness of the cover landing on him caused him to rise up quickly and I heard pans rattle when his head hit the bottom of the shelf. I heard the cuss word and then he was backing up and looking up at me confused. However, he was now behind the island and out of their view.

“What the hell Ems?” He was rubbing the back of his head.

“Zac? Are you ok?” Isaac asked.

He froze there, realizing why I tossed the seat cover over him. “Yeah, Ike. I’m ok, forgot there was a shelf there.”

I really couldn’t lure them out of the room so he could run up and change, so he just got up but kind of pulled the pants down a bit, not that it helped but at least standing nothing was outlined on the frontal side as it was when I walked in.

Both Taylor and Isaac raised an eyebrow and gave him a strange look though. The shirt was just as tight around his chest and arms as the pants were his hips and ass. Isaac inhaled and opened his mouth to say something, but then shook his head and stopped. Taylor on the other hand, ever curious, ever questioning couldn’t help it.

“Zac, why are you wearing scrubs? Did you become a nurse behind our backs?”

Isaac just shook his head; he’d evidently already pieced things together. I’d been sick, Zac’s in scrubs.

“I just wanted to wear them? No, but I could probably qualify as many cuts as I’ve bandaged.”

“I don’t think the hospital would approve of the size of that shirt.”

I didn’t say anything; he was still hidden mostly by the island. “What’s up? You two just make a house call?”

“We came to see if we could help unpack, but I see you’ve been busy.” Isaac said.

“Correction Zac’s been busy. I’ve been sleeping. He unpacked the bedroom stuff too and I think he cleared one of the spare rooms.”

“Not totally, most of the extra kitchen stuff was there. The boxes that are left are mine and I need to go through them first.” He said.

“Not bad. I guess you ruined our plan to come help.” Taylor said.

“I tried to tell you that it wasn’t much! Really, it’s just decorative things and I suck at that so badly. I was waiting for her to get better before being a slave driver.”

I looked at him. “Yeah, right. Who do you think is hanging all the pictures? Not me.”

“We could help.” Isaac said.

It would be rude to tell them to get out and I looked at Zac, he was going to have to change and I didn’t want him too! Evidently Isaac saw that look.

“Or we could come over tomorrow and help. I mean if you had plans.” Isaac said.

“We were thinking about catching a movie.” I said.

“We were?” Zac asked.

I kicked his foot gently. “Yeah, there is the one with that wrestler, Cena. 12 Rounds. I told you I wanted to watch it two weeks ago.”

“I guess we were then.” He said.

“Not a problem, we’ll just come over about noon tomorrow?” Isaac asked.

“Dude, we’re here now! They can go to the movies tomorrow.” Taylor said.

Isaac looked at him sternly. “I know you are not that blonde.”

Taylor looked at him confused. “They can, the theatre is open tomorrow too.”

“Yeah, but he may not be wearing scrubs. We’ll plan for noon and if anything changes...” Isaac said.

Taylor boldly just walked around the counter to get a box and Zac just froze, I could see slight red creeping into his face already. Isaac just kind of grinned some. Taylor picked up the box and turned and then paused. It wasn’t hard to notice exactly how tight they were; they left nothing to the imagination really. He turned quietly and put the box back down and walked around the corner.

“Noon tomorrow then, right?” he asked.

“That should be fine.” I said.

I started to walk them out and Taylor stopped. “Hey Zac.”

“Yeah Tay?”

“Natalie’s been asking me to spice things up. Where did you get those?”

Zac’s face went to bright red. “Uniform shop downtown. I recommend not getting them too tight.”

“I don’t think Emily minds Zac. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

He and Isaac left and I walked back to the kitchen. “That was…different. Why the hell did you cover me up?”

I walked to him and stood behind him, put my arms around him. “Because while I don’t mind seeing everything outlined, I image that Tay and Ike wouldn’t want too nor would you want them too.”

“Are they that tight?”

“Oh yeah. But Tay is right, I don’t mind at all. In fact, if you want to get back in the floor and finish whatever you were doing, I’d appreciate that.”

He turned around and kissed me. But he lowered himself down to his knees very slowly; his hands ran down my sides as well. I bite my bottom lip because watching him fall that slowly was hot as hell. He moved to the right and I know damn well he crawled to that cabinet on purpose; it was much too slow and much too provocative to be unintentional.

“Like that?”

I swallowed. “Yeah, like that.”

He turned and put the huge boiler in the cabinet and a thought occurred to me. “That doesn’t go there and you know that.”

“It doesn’t? I thought this was the cabinet?”

“No, it’s the one by the stove.” He really was at the wrong cabinet, but the correct cabinet was across the kitchen.

He slid the pan across the wooden floor, right by the cabinet before he turned and crawled to that cabinet. I felt kind of faint, wondered if I was running a fever again. He had crawled right in front of me, to get to the cabinet and I was defiantly sure that this time it was on purpose. I watched him put the pan up in the cabinet, he closed it and proceeded to crawl back to the box, there was no need for that. I quietly followed, although I was sure he knew I had moved.

He stopped at the cabinet he was at before, adjusting lids. He straightened the pans that had gone crooked when he hit the shelf, I squatted behind him.

“You did that on purpose.”

“Did what?”

I laid my hands on his back, slid them under the shirt. “You put the pans in the wrong cabinet, you knew where they went.”

“You know, most nurses wouldn’t allow you to do that.”

I pulled my hands back. “Your right they wouldn’t.”

I placed one hand firmly on his ass and the other one firmly around the sac and penis, clearly visible thanks to the tight pants.

“Yeah, they defiantly wouldn’t allow this either.”

“You are molesting the nurse. Who should I complain too?”

I slightly slid my hand forward, could feel the erection starting against my hand. “I am and there is no one but me and I’m surely not going to say anything. Although, I don’t think you’ll be complaining much.”

“You keep doing that and I won’t be. I could always crawl to the bedroom…”

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere.”

He looked back at me with a mixture of fear and excitement. I eased down onto my knees, could feel his feet under me which he moved to keep both him and I comfortable. I eased back effectively keeping his feet and legs where I wanted them.

I ran my hands over him several times and I heard the soft moan that escaped his lips. When I leaned up pressing my body against his back he stayed still.

“Do you remember the last time you were in this position?”

He nodded. “Valentine’s day.”

When I rose up I beckoned him too also and he sat up on his knees.

“Yeah, this is not comfortable at all.”

I pushed the shirt up, literally had to pull quite hard to get it to actually come off.

“Am I going to have that problem with your pants too?”

“Yep.” He then giggled. But he gasped when my hand landed on his ass.

“You’re not in a position to do much giggling Zachary.”

I moved his hair and went for his neck, placing kisses all across the back of his neck and shoulders.

“I absolutely love what you’re doing, but my knees are starting to hurt.”

I slid my hands around his waist and down his thighs, feeling the erection against his right thigh.

“Then lay down.”

He looked back at me. “Here?”

“Yes. I’ll let you turn over.”

He only moved to avoid the cabinets, but lying face down wasn’t possible, so I had to move anyway. I stood up and standing above his feet while he was lying in the floor seemed to make him nervous.  I took a moment though just to appreciate him.

“Yeah, you are not wearing those outside the house.”

He looked down. “It’s your fault!”

I took a few steps up and then straddled him. “It’s nothing I can’t help you with either. You knew crawling to those cabinets would just make you too irresistible.”

“Maybe I did.”

I kissed him a few dozen times, now being safe to do so. I defiantly had fun peeling the pants off of him and it was just as hard as the shirt was. Not that he minded at all, quite the opposite actually. But, being on the hard floor was different, it wasn’t soft and it didn’t give. The hallway carpet had a little give to it. However, it did mean that motions weren’t softened by the give, and I learned quickly I couldn’t come down as fast as I could on a bed. It also meant when we switched positions, there was nothing under me that gave either when he’d push forward. Admittedly, this felt better though. But, lying in the middle of the kitchen floor afterwards looking at the ceiling was a strange feeling.

“I assume you’re feeling better?”

“I am now; I assume I didn’t have a fever Nurse Hanson.”

“Oh you did, but it was just warm enough that maybe a second check won’t hurt.”

I laughed, I hadn’t expected that reply. “Second check huh? When should that take place?”

“Right now?”

I moved quickly to straddle him again. “Right now is fine, but really I think dinner first and then you can see if I’m still feverish.”

“I’m sure you will be.”  He smiled. I finally got up and got our clothes from the floor. He opted to follow me stark naked up to the bedroom and find some actual cloths and not scrubs.

“Do you think Taylor was kidding?”

“About what?”

“Natalie wanting him to spice things up a bit in the bedroom.”

“She’s not said anything to me; I think he may have been teasing you. He looked shocked when he turned around and realized those pants were way too tight and I’m not 100% sure that he couldn’t see other things.”

His face turned red a bit. “I certainly hope not. I do think Isaac pieced it together much quicker. Hah! If only Casey and Alex could see us together. I’m sure that would shatter there notion that I’m a prude.”

I stopped and turned to him. “Why do Casey and Alex believe you’re a prude? Yeah, Isaac did very quickly actually.”

He looked at me. “I said that out loud?”

“Yeah. You said you wished they could see us together and it would shatter their notion. Why do they believe that?”

His face blushed a little more. “I don’t talk about my sex life to anyone. I mean, sure they know I’ve had sex but they don’t know about us just Kate.”

“Did you talk about what happen with Kate in a bedroom manner?”

“No. I asked a few questions before we got married but after that I just...it wasn’t important to me. I don’t believe they need to know what I do behind closed doors.”

“You haven’t said anything to them about us?”

“No.”

“Zac, there two of your closest friends, we agreed they could know about us. Gee that explains why they didn’t want to know more about me.”

He slipped his shirt on and came to me. “They are my friends Emily but they also don’t know how to keep secrets very well. I didn’t tell them because they would have told everyone.”

“Makes sense, I assume we’re going to the diner?”

“Yep.”

I changed the shirts I had on and was in the bathroom brushing my hair when my phone rang. I heard him answer it, assumed it was someone we both knew but he didn’t say anything after Hello. I walked out and saw him hang up.

“No name?”

He nodded. “It was weird though because when I answered I heard them gasp, like they didn’t expect to hear my voice.”

“Should I change my number?

“We’ll see what Craig does. But, if they don’t stop soon then yes we’ll change yours.”

We walked to the diner, had a nice dinner and on the way back I felt like someone were watching me. He didn’t mind when I got closer or stuck my hand into his back pocket. We opted for the bedroom for round two; he insisted I still had a fever. I didn’t mind, it had been long enough between traveling and then me being sick. We did go to bed at a decent hour, but I was woken up at 2 am by the no name caller. I answered, but there was just breathing, then quietness. I hung up and went back to bed, getting closer to Zac who didn’t mind, the calls were bothering me now.