* This story is a short one, centred around They Treat Horses, Don’t They? Read and enjoy.
* Not my characters, but then, you all know that anyway.
* The song is Every Little Thing, by a British group called Spinning World.
* I’m English, so please excuse any strange spellings or slang.
* Feedback, as always, is greatly appreciated.
Gods of Small Things
by Jo
dynamojo26@hotmail.com
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What made me choose you from the crowd
What made me think that I could win
I don’t know how we found a love
A love that couldn’t die
Why would you choose me for your love
Why do I think that you’re the one
I don’t know what this feeling is
This feeling deep inside.
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Carol jumped up when Doug announced his news, her bright, pinball smile flashing onto her face, and squeezed him tightly, planting a few happy kisses onto his face. "I’m so proud of you, I’m so thrilled," She turned, genuinely amazed and delighted and asked Mark, "Aren’t you thrilled, Mark?"
Mark looked slightly uncomfortable, expressing his feelings through his body language. Doug smiled, still holding onto Carol. "He’s got his doubts a little bit, right...?" Mark shook his head and affirmed himself, smiling,
"Whatever my doubts were, I can say in all honesty, I’m very happy for you, happy for the both of you." He offered his Styrofoam cup and toasted Doug.
At that moment, Kerry walked in, glanced at the scene and said, "Mark, Rachel’s here, she’s wants to talk to you." Mark nodded, and headed for the door. Carol turned back to Doug and they fell into a passionate kiss.
"Mmmm... I’m so happy for you..." she whispered against his lips, as he let his tongue wander into her mouth. They kissed a little while longer, swaying to and fro in a kind of shuffled dance, arms encircling, shifting positions as if in attempt to meld their bodies into one as seamlessly as they had their minds. Doug finally broke for air, and took a small step away, adding with a sly grin,
"I’m even happier now..." Carol grinned back, and took his hand.
"I have an idea," she said conspiratorially. "Come on,"
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Oh yeah,
Every little thing you do is right
And every little thing you say is good
Every little thing about you is great
I still think that I’m in love
Oh yeah.
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"Where are you taking me, Carol?" Doug asked, smiling despite his intrigue.
"Ah, secret..." Carol whispered, putting her finger to her lips for emphasis. She led him out of the hospital, and then around the ambulance bay, eventually coming across an iron ladder that led up the side of the building. "Check this out," Tugging his hand, they climbed up the steps and onto a flattened roof, away from the main section, and slightly lower, so that you could not see the helicopter pad. "Tag took me up here once," Doug turned his face away discreetly at the mention of Tag’s name, but Carol continued, clearly not bothered. "He called it the Pigeon Roof, for obvious reasons..." She waved her hand around, shooing away a few bustling birds, fat from living off city scraps.
"And why are we here?"
Carol looked at him and smiled seductively. "Why are we here?" She pushed him roughly towards the brick wall, pressing his back up against it, her face feigning deep thought. "Why are we here?" she repeated, standing on tip-toes and kissing his cheek. "When I was in grade school, I had a teacher who used to dish out Snickers bars when you got ten out of ten. It was kind of like a reward for doing well... an incentive to keep doing well..." Carol grinned. "I figured that you ought to have the same..." She kissed him again, chuckling.
"Temptation is an evil sin, Nurse Hathaway," Doug said softly. Carol’s grin widened, and then, with one sudden movement, she took a hold of his crotch and with a wicked chuckle, pulled the zip. Doug gave a heady gasp, briefly shutting his eyes. "Carol... what if someone comes up here?"
"No-one does," she whispered, kissing his cheekbone and trailing her lips down to his neck. "I swear I’m the only person who even knows it’s here."
He grinned. "Okay, then," He pulled her into a passionate kiss, reaching boldly inside her mouth with his tongue. Within minutes, Carol broke away from him, and dropped slowly to her knees.
"I said this was your reward..." she said enticingly, gently opening his boxers fully, and pushing them and the rest of the warm cloth around his hips, extracting his penis with deft fingers. He was already half hard, and as she placed her lips to it, she felt a sudden flare, and it rose up. Doug looked down at her through half-opened eyes, and watched her play with him, teasing his balls and length, passing her tongue over it, pausing to gauge his response, and then beginning again.
In a few short minutes, Doug was breathing heavy, each inhalation echoing around her ears. She glanced up at him. His eyes were now closed tight, his face slightly contorted as if in pain. Carol smiled at his reaction, and then felt his hands on the sides of her head, directing her upwards. "Carol... Carol..." he was murmuring, barely able to articulate himself. "C’mere..."
She stood reluctantly, and he pulled her into him. "This should be your reward as well," he said softly. "You were the one who told me to go for it... if it wasn’t for you..." He sighed, and she nodded, wordless. He began kissing her, slow and unhurried, his lips like fire brands. She let him explore her mouth for a minute, then exposed her neck, and he took the bait, nipping at her, his teeth grazing her gently.
Carol let out a loud gasp, and then, he was edging her gray vest upwards, pulling it over her head. In the momentary blindness, Carol felt him take her hardened nipple in his mouth, through the fabric of her bra. She swallowed, gathering herself. With subtle expertise, Doug unhooked the bra, but left it hanging on her arms, and began to trace vivid patterns, and hieroglyphs across the sensitive skin. She allowed herself to enjoy his quiet tease, curving her back to give him better access.
"Now, Doug..." Carol moaned. Her body was scorching now, and could feel her own wetness slipping between her legs.
"Whatever you want, kiddo," He grinned, and pushed her scrubs and panties down in one swift movement. She kicked herself free of them, and then, flung the bra that hung loosely on her arms to the floor. The thought that she was now completely naked did not even cross her mind. He adjusted his position, and then, lifted her up, and braced her across him, letting her sit the most of her weight on his thighs. Doug barely noticed her weight, and pushed his way inside her, kissing her with a wild urgency.
He thrusted into her, and she could feel the muscles in his thighs hard with every flex of his knees. She loved Doug for who he was, and for the way he was somehow in tune with her brain, but she couldn’t deny she loved the other aspects to him. Even when she had been going out with him those six years ago, he had had the sort of body that hid itself well under clothes. At work, Doug was just a regular good-looking guy, not skinny, but not heavily-built either. It was easy to tell he played basketball, because of the tone of his arm muscles, but in the flesh, his body was revealed to be almost perfect. Not mega-muscles, but the sort of definition that made Carol’s skin crawl with anticipation.
He was now holding her with his arms, his hands on the underneath of her thighs, his mouth doing the work his fingers had been. Carol felt every part of her body tighten and wire up, his mouth flashing hot sensation across her skin. Then came the tingle, slow and dull at first, but with each thrust, it intensified. She pulled his head up and buried her tongue in his mouth, searching frantically for conclusion.
"Oh, Carol... I’m gonna..." Doug let out a sigh, and then, she felt him explode within her, his body quaking, barely able to keep hold of her.
"Doug, Doug," Her voice permeated through the haze of pleasure, and he listened, "Just one more, one more, one more," she was gasping, obviously hanging by a thread. Despite his body simply wanting to collapse, he kept going, easing three more thrusts out of his muscles. On the third, Carol arched her back, and then shook violently against him, contracting all around him.
As she finished, he kissed her one last time, hot and sated, and then, let her down. They stood opposite each other for a long minute, smiling wickedly. "Do you realise what you’ve just done, Nurse Hathaway?" Doug said, after he’d got his breath back. She grinned. "You’ve just gone back to nature..."
"Well, I’d hardly call this back to nature," Carol added, as she picked up her bra and stepped back into her scrubs, laughing. Doug fastened up his fly and grinned.
"Hey, I don’t know... Looks like we had an audience!" He pointed to two fat, cooing pigeons sat on the balustrade, staring at the two of them with heads cocked, as if they’d just witnessed something fascinating. Carol bent over with laughter, and ran to scare the birds away, pulling on her vest as she went. The two birds let out high-pitched squawks, as if laughing back, and took off.
Doug came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, chuckling. "We’re probably news of the day in Pigeonland," Carol cuddled him back. "I love you," he whispered after a little while. "Thank you,"
"For what?" she asked, craning her neck around to look at him.
"For making me sort my life out... and for showing me what it could be like." Carol smiled at his unusual sentimentality.
"Doug, you did that all on your own, I just pointed you in the right direction."
He shrugged. "Thank you anyway," They cuddled a moment longer before Carol announced that they ought to go back otherwise they’d be sending out a search party for them. Doug chuckled and replied,
"I doubt that Mark will have any problems guessing what we’re doing, even if he doesn’t know where..."
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Who said to us we wouldn’t live
Who made the journey very hard
I don’t know how we made it work
And made it into dreams
When will this feeling end for me
When will this pleasure ever end
I don’t know how to say the words
I just know that this is love
Oh yeah,
Every little thing you do is right
And every little thing you say is great
Every little thing about you is good
I still think that I’m in love
Oh yeah.
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Just minutes before they were supposed to be leaving for the day, Carol aided Doug with a patient, a little kid with meningitis. She was feverish, thrashing in her mother’s arms, crying and sweating, trying desperately to shrink away from the light. Doug took the kid in his arms and into an exam room, pulling the blinds shut. He gave her pain relief and a hefty dose of antibiotics, called pediatrics to take her up and then, did something that most doctors wouldn’t even have thought about. The mother had been called from an important meeting by her sitter, and Doug said he would not leave her daughter’s side whilst she went back for the meeting. He stole the fan from the admit desk and set it up in the exam room, sitting and simply talking to the child. Within minutes, she was quiet and sleeping, and Carol watched as Doug sat with her until the mother returned.
Sometimes, he amazed her. Children were his life, and the passion with which he cared for them often consumed him totally. She had never, in her entire nursing career, known a doctor who would give up his free time to spend it with a patient in trouble, or a doctor who would put his reputation on the line in order to ensure that his patients got the best care and were as comfortable as was possible. He was somehow in tune with the young brain, able to sense what was needed, and treated them with the same respect, in fact, a greater respect than he treated adults. Such a gift was rare in a doctor. Carol wasn’t even sure if he was aware that he had it. This almost psychic ability was one of the things she loved about Doug, so much that it made her want to be the person to see the look on his face when he held a baby son or daughter in his arms.
She could imagine him now. He would be the sort of father she had longed for, the type seen only in movies and rarely in real-life. The rough and tumble Dad who played football and basketball, allowed his son to make mud-pies and encouraged harmless mischief making, or he would be the father who would cherish and protect his daughter, reading stories at bedtime and dancing and spoiling. He would be the father who was worshipped by his children, not in fear, or for necessity, but in adoration.
Carol smiled at herself when she realised what she was doing. For the first time in her life, she was thinking about her future and not panicking. Spending the rest of her life with Doug no longer filled her with trepidation, in fact, she realised that she could barely wait. She was warm and content with the belief and now she was certain, there would be no more running anymore.
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Every little thing, yeah
Every little thing, yeah
Every little thing, yeah
Every little thing you do for me
And I think that I’m in love
I’ll get on my knees for you
Cos every little thing you do is right
And ever little thing you say is good
Every little thing is so complete
And I love you more each day
Oh yeah.
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The End.