Call the Doctor
A knock sounded, filling the cool doctor's office, and startling one
doctor, Sally Po. "Who's there?"
"It's Noin! I'm in need of your assistance. C'mon, you owe me!" That
smooth voice floated through the door, and Sally perked up, and all
but floated, herself, to open said door.
But, she was greeted with a surprise when the door opened, and she
found one blood-soaked Lucrezia Noin holding one blood-drenched,
unconscious Colonel Une. "Oh, my... what the hell happened, Noin?"
Noin pushed past Sally to the examination table in the middle of the
room. "I'm not sure. Debris from an explosion on base, I think. That
would explain the lacerations, and burns. She was trying to walk away
from the base, leaving a trail of blood behind her. She's lost a lot,
I think, and you were closer than the hospital. Please, tell me that
you can help. It was the infirmary that blew up."
Sally appraised Une's wounds with a trained medical eye before
bringing up her gaze to meet Noin's. "I won't promise anything,
because I can't. All I can give you is my best effort."
"That's all I can ask for, isn't it?" Noin nodded grimly, and turned
away from the scene, allowing Sally to continue her work. In a
whispered voice, she continued. "How odd... one love of my life saving
my other love."
Sally looked up, knowing exactly what she had heard. The room was too
silent to miss anything above a gnat's whine. "What was that, Noin?"
"I..." The woman paused, flushing slightly.
"Don't." Sally sighed. "I heard you. I suppose I should have
suspected, but I never wanted to say anything."
Pushing the corners of her lips into a slight grin, Noin placed a
gentle hand on the small of Sally's back. "Can you blame me? You're
both strong, independent, *attractive* women who have power. Besides,
Une and I have something important in common. We both want to screw
you into oblivion."
Sally's eyes widened as she looked up from patching wounds. "What?"
Noin's face held the glimmer of a smile as she nodded her confirmation
of the previous statement. "Wonder how she'd feel if she knew who was
patching her up..."
"And if she did?" Sally murmured, half turning.
"How about you patch her up first, ne?" Noin prodded, gently, alerting
Sally back to her duties.
With a slight grin, Sally took up her work again. "Right." But, she
worked now with a difference. Her usual precise motions held far more
care than for the usual patients... Heero Yuy, victim of
self-detonation; Wufei Chang, victim of walking into closed doors;
Trowa Barton, victim of constant sore throats; Quatre Winner, victim
of stress and allergies; Duo Maxwell, victim of hypochondria... the
list went on, but Sally decided to concentrate on her work, rather
than memorize a list of everyone she'd treated, and their afflictions.
Her hope that perhaps Une would stay out of it during the entire
ordeal was killed as one eye cracked and a low moan escaped.
"Lucre...I...Sally?"
"Hey, honey, how ya feelin'?" Sally smiled, and continued to apply
bandages. Une had been without her jacket when she came in, and, now,
further cuts, beneath the remainder of her clothing, called for
attention.
Une smiled lightly. "Like a mobile suit after encountering a Gundam
pilot."
Noin remained just out of Une's line of sight, watching the
interaction with interest bordering on apprehension.
Sally chuckled. "I don't doubt it. I have some mild painkillers that
could help. Sorry to say I don't keep anything heavy-duty around this
place."
Une nodded, and winced from one particular cut. "Would you mind
looking at this one next? I think it might need stitches."
Gulping, Sally nodded and reached for the hem of Une's shirt, pulling
it up with careful ease, and taking a good look at the long cut below
the line of her bra, trying not to notice that the bra was a white
lace confection that threatened to lose hold of Une at any moment.
Noin stepped up then, frowning at the nasty looking cut. Une's eyes
widened, but she kept silent. Sally surveyed the cut for a moment
before shaking her head and reaching for a bandage. "No, it's bad, but
I don't think stitches are necessary."
Giving a small cry of joy, Une bit her lip, and blushed slightly.
"Beyond a simple bandage or a bit of pain reliever, medicine makes me
cringe."
Sally smiled. "I must confess, it does me as well. And, you, Noin?"
Noin jumped, having become used to observing instead of participating.
"I, um..."
"Well," Sally interrupted her with a wave of her hand, "I think we all
know that you don't mind a bit of pain now and again."
Noin blushed as Une frowned. "Wait, how do you...?"
Sally grinned, and winked at Noin. "Don't tell me you kept that night
a secret."
Une looked from one to the other for a moment before shaking her head
and smiling. "So, she knows?"
Noin nodded in affirmation, and Sally smiled. "Quite honestly, I wish
she'd told me before."
The room was filled with comfortable quiet as Sally continued her
work, once again trying to keep her attention on *it* and not Une's
currently heaving chest.
Taping the edge of the bandage into place, Sally double checked her
work before standing up. "Anywhere else? I don't see a copious amount
of blood in any particular spot, but that doesn't always mean
anything."
Une shrugged. "I don't know. Want me to get naked, and spin like a
ballerina?"
Noin giggled, and Sally shrugged. "I don't know if your injuries would
permit the spinning, but I doubt anyone would mind the naked part of
it."
Smiling calmly, Une stood next to the bed and removed the rest of her
clothing, pausing only momentarily to wince about her wounds. She
stood unclothed before the pair, then, with a flourish, removed her
glasses and began to unbind her hair. The clothing piled low on the
bed and Une stood proud. "So... is it anything to mind?"
Noin kept her mouth from watering as she shook her head. "You should
know the answer to that question already."
Sally smiled indulgently. "I think medical expertise would have to
concur with that."
Blushing, Une slid onto the bed and crossed her legs, dragging one arm
across her chest, letting the hand rest on her shoulder. "And,
suddenly, I'm wondering why I did that."
Noin shook her head, a smile creeping at the corners of her mouth. "I
don't see anyone protesting the fact that you did."
Une blinked, flushing a bit more, and stared fixatedly at a freckle on
her knee. "So, what now?"
Sally crossed her arms and pretended to be in deep thought for a
moment. "Noin? Care to enlighten us?"
With a distinct smirk, Noin hopped up on the bed next to Une and threw
an arm around her shoulders with care for her injuries. "Well, Lady,
y'wanna get screwed?"
"As long as no wounds are reopened, I'm up for anything." Une smiled,
eyes raising to look at Sally. "And you?"
Sally looked between Noin and Une for a moment, but didn't take long
in her answer. "Heck, yeah!" With an impish grin, Sally began to
unbutton Noin's clothing, though she kept her eyes locked with Une's.
Noin watched the two with an apprehensive curiosity, the entire
situation fulfilling her deepest fantasies, yet scaring her in the
fact that they could possibly be fulfilled.
Somehow, the three women kept their thoughts together enough to rid
themselves of all of their clothing, moving down to sit on the cold
tile floor. They all covered themselves slightly, basking in a last
bit of exuberant modesty, before letting all barriers drop away to
observe each other for a moment.
Another moment of observational calculations took place, no one sure
of whether or not they should make the first move.
Finally, Une pulled herself to her knees and leaned over Sally,
kissing her deeply. The kiss lasted mere blistering moments before she
pulled away, slightly flushed. "There. Maybe now we can go at it?"
Sally laughed. "I see that Noin was been rubbing off on you."
Noin wiggled her eyebrows. "More ways than one, Sally, darlin'!"
Smiling modestly, Une motioned Noin and Sally over. "Since I'm the
injured one, shouldn't you be taking care of me? We'll play Doctor..."
Noin's eyes lit up. "Can I the nurse? I'd love to take your
temperature, little lady."
Watching the scene with ever-observant eyes, Sally quietly came to
rest on her stomach at Une's side, then placed her lips to the
Colonel's firm breast. At Une's surprised gasp, she began to tease the
flesh with her tongue, drawing more soft noises from Une's lips. Noin
watched, silent, for a moment, then dove in with abandon, taking the
other breast as her own while reaching a hand down to lovingly caress
Une's inner thigh.
Une, lavishing in the attention, panted slightly and arched her back
into the work being done by the two other women. Sally let her hand
trace along the defined lines of Une's stomach, then down... only to
find Noin's hand caressing a soft thigh. She pulled away from suckling
Une's breast long enough to notice that it was indeed Noin's hand, and
to place her own hand in a position closer to Une's internal fire.
With supple fingers, Sally began to caress the lips of Une's pleasure
center, softly stroking them in time to the delightful music of Une's
soft panting. Noin was whispering dirty words in the general direction
of her lover, a Cheshire grin painting her face as Une blushed at all
that was going on. Sally noticed the way their eyes connected, despite
the fact that she was part of it as well. Smiling slightly, though her
mouth was still occupied, Sally let one finger slip from its stroking
position to slide deeply within Une. The moan that reverberated off
the walls told Sally that her actions had, indeed, been noticed.
Sally kissed a meandering line down the Lady's torso, stopping briefly
to tease any spot that elicited more than casual response. All the
while, her fingers were working magic, her mouth was working a
fine-tuned instrument, and her mind was working on a battle plan.
Noin had licked her way up to Une's neck, biting gently at the stark
protrusions of the woman's collarbone. Her hands had taken over where
Sally's had strayed. Sally was working her way in a slow crawl down
the Lady's body. Smooth patches of skin were tested for heat with
passion, lips important medical instruments all of a sudden. Nurse
Noin was now taking Une's temperature orally... their lips were joined
with tongues battling for dominance in a match of will and strength
that both had played at many times before.
Still nursing a shapely hip partially covered with a bandage, Sally
gently made her way between Une's thighs, moving to place a kiss just
below her the navel of her "patient". Those milky thighs spread before
her, Sally moved down slowly, licking her lips. The pace had been slow
up to this point, but it became frenetic in only a heartbeat as Sally
delved into Une's heat, tasting and tantalizing the woman who has
since forgotten that she'd been injured at all that evening.
The room echoed with moans, gasps, and whispers of names and phrases
that no one heard. Muscles were tensed, tongues were working, and the
tides of pleasure were working their way into tsunami-like waves; an
ebb and flow to rival all other previous pleasure.
It was only a moment later that Noin gave a gasp as the Lady's hand,
which had worked it's way between her girlfriend's legs, brought her
to orgasm. Sally took the signal and worked over the Lady's every
reachable errogenous zone, carressing and overloading circuits that
sparked quickly and readily.
Sally took her own pleasure from giving, and found release in the
sweet pressure of the Lady's thighs capturing her and holding her near
in her own release.
It took several minutes in the cool room, which echoed with three
women catching their breath, for any of them to be able to pull away.
A few more minutes, and they were dressed and smiling pleasantly.
The trio blushed slightly as Noin and Une stood to leave. "Sally,
thanks for... for being here. That was, well, it was fun."
"Noin, really, it was nothing. Okay, it was something. A really good
something. But, it wasn't a problem."
Une stepped forward. "Sally... Thanks. I think I'll have to see if
you're part of my insurance plan. If you are... I'll have to switch
doctors. I've never felt *this* good afterward." She leaned forward
and placed a soft, closed-eye kiss on Sally's lips. Her head was
submissively downed as she pulled away. "We've got a meeting in the
morning, so we should probably go. I'll make sure to give you a call
in a day or two."
"Sure," Sally said, her hands clutched in front of her. "Get as much
sleep tonight as you can, and take some aspirin before bed, and once
you wake up. Make sure to eat breakfast, too. Doctor's orders."
Noin stepped forward and placed a hand on either side of Sally's face.
"I'm so proud of you. You're such a generous woman. I... I wish things
had been, you know."
Sally brought her hands up to cover Noin's. She looked down as she
spoke. "I know. But, you've got a great gal now. Don't ever let her
go." She finished speaking as Noin's lips covered her own in some
gentle and apologetic touch that was a kiss, but felt more like a
"thank you".
The couple who'd come in only an hour or two before walked through the
door together, happy. And Sally Po, doctor extrordinaire, stood in
silence as she watched them go. She lost herself in thought and didn't
find her way again until the phone rang. She ran to answer it.
"Hello?"
As her caller began to speak, she started cleaning up the examination
table. "Quatre, you're not allergic to allspice. You're allergic to
anise. Stay far away from biscotti and you should probably be fine.
Has Duo been talking to you again?"
Quatre went on about what he'd eaten and how much it hurt to fight in
a way, and Sally smiled wistfully at the doorway. A doctor's day was
never done. And, as much as someone may want the doctor, its the nurse
who's really prized.
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