Private By a Thread

[Riven]

Tags - Oleander

Riven let out a soft sigh as Oleander seated herself up-right while she straddled the elf's hips. Her eyes blinked several times after the administered drop as she wiggled just a little beneath the Hapan as she felt her thighs squeezing her tighter. For a moment the assassin pondered how exactly she had gotten herself into such a position, being straddled on a hospital bed by a very attractive doctor. She let out a slight unintended sound of comfort as she watched Oleander prepare the second solution and the elf found her own hands rather idly wandering as they smoothed down from the waist of the other woman and towards her hips.

Such a thing was perhaps an error on Riven's part however, as when Oleander leaned forward and over her once more the position of her hands couldn't help but end up firmly against the Hapan's rear. She had realized as much and kind of froze in response; if she moved her hands in any fashion now then surely the doctor would notice and believe something unprofessional or unsociable was occurring... As a result she left her hands exactly where they were, idly holding against Oleander's rear as the doctor continued.

The cigarette was given back to her as it found its place between her soft lips once more. Almost immediately did the tip light up with amber light in a swift inhale. The smoke that was exhaled was let out slowly, and as much as she could, away from Oleander's face. It helped to calm her nerves of course but where her hands were now only meant she'd be anxious for the rest of the procedure...

With that in mind her thoughts were in such a distracted state that the second eyedrop was even easier than the first to administer. The reaction however was the same, a light squirm beneath the doctor as her eyes blinked rapidly to adjust to the sudden invasion of fluid against them. The color upon her face hadn't receded, in fact it only seemed to grow more intense as she lay beneath Oleander. Her red gaze averted and she felt she had to break the tension somehow, she had to say something, anything... "You're warm..."

 

[Oleander]

//: Riven //:

The second eyedrop landed, and she waited to make sure everything went according to plan. The rapid blinking dispersed the medicine, and Oleander smiled, satisfied with the outcome. Despite her focus, the Doctor could feel the Elf's hands. She was hyper aware of where they had slipped, where they lingered as she did her job.

There were several reasons why this had happened. One, she moved, and the poor girl's hands just happened to slip to the Doctor's rear. Out of embarrassment and lack of social graces, Riven didn't know what to do or how to move them. Two, Riven was too tired to care where her hands slipped and decided this was the best place for them. And three, Riven found the Doctor attractive, and she was finally making a move.

Oleander thought quietly through the entire bit of her administering the drops. She tried not to think too much about the Elf and her wandering hands, but it was hard. While Oleander had been doing her best to push anything down, Riven had decided to make her aware of it all again. Her hand moved, letting Riven blink and squirm under her after the drops. Which only made the Doctor's blush cascade down her neck and cause a tightness in her stomach.

Professionalism, she reminded herself, but what part of this was professional? There were tools to keep the Elf still; she could have strapped her down to one of the harder tables to force her still, but that didn't seem right. Yet, straddling her patient, who now had their hands on her butt, did? Oleander tucked the drops into her pocket as she listened to the couple of words that Riven decided to say at this moment.

"Thank you," she acknowledged, figuring it was Riven's way of complimenting the Hapan.

Usually, Oleander would have moved, climbed off the Elf, and started to cleaning up. Instead, she hovered — letting her mind try and rationalize why this was wrong. Every excuse was met with disagreement as she plucked the cigarette from Riven's lips and took a quick puff.

It was done, she had made her choice, and the cigarette was put out against the metal railing of the hospital bed.

Her hand rose, cupping the assassin's cheek. Her thumb traced lightly over soft skin, her pulse loud in her ears. Logic told her to stop. To back away. But for once, she didn't listen.

She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper — close enough that their lips nearly touched.

"And you're beautiful…"

Then, she closed the last of the distance, pressing her lips to Riven's in a soft, hesitant kiss — waiting to see if it would be returned.

Professionalism, at last, was forgotten.

For once, the good Doctor allowed herself to feel.

 

[Riven]

Tags - Oleander

What was Riven expecting in response to having her hands where they were? A look of disgust? A verbal admonishment? A slap? As her cigarette was once more plucked from between her lips she exhaled a light breath of smoke as she watched the flustered doctor take a puff from it herself before putting it out on the railing. Crimson eyes had turned to follow that almost entirely spent cigarette before the answer was given to her.

"And you're beautiful…"

It was the last thing she expected; a kiss. Her immediate thoughts were of panic and confusion as her red eyes shifted back to meet Oleander's while their lips pressed together in a tender touch. Her breath caught in her throat as her hands remained firmly placed where they were, and she dared not move a muscle while that kiss continued.

Her thoughts raced with questions. Naturally she found the Hapan to be very attractive, but she was almost entirely unaware that she had sent her any social signals like that, and no doubt she'd blame her social ineptitude for ending up in the situation the two had found themselves in. Despite her confusion however... She couldn't deny that it was pleasant.

Much to Oleander's delight she would have found that the kiss was returned; or at the very least returned in the fashion that Riven felt was appropriate; she wasn't a great kisser after all. Her eyelids fluttered shut during the kiss as she let out a brief and content sigh through her nose while her hands couldn't help but give a light squeeze against the doctor's rear.

She liked the weight of Oleander's form atop her own, she liked the warmth of it, the intimate contact between them, and with her eyes closed she didn't have to stare back into hers. It was a passing moment of bliss amidst the confusion and when the kiss finally parted the pale elf opened her eyes once more to regard Oleander. She said the first thing that came to her mind after such an intimate moment; "... Sorry..." she voiced with a heated blush upon her pale visage.

Despite the apology she made no indication that she was against the action, in fact she seemed more awkward than usual now as her red gaze quickly averted again. Those hands didn't move though...

 

[Oleander]

//: Riven //:

It was a relief.

Oleander had worried that she had taken this too far. She could have easily misunderstood the gesture from the Elf. Despite the length of time it took Riven to respond, Oleander felt the shift and the awkward return of the kiss.

It felt good, something that she often didn't feel.

People were not kind. They didn't understand her, nor did they care to try. She was known for her skills, but unlike other Hapan women, she wasn't beautiful. No matter how much she told herself she didn't care or tried to laugh off the comments she received at home, they still hurt. She wanted someone to think she was enough.

But it was unfair to put those kinds of expectations on a simple kiss like this. Still… for one moment, Oleander felt pretty enough. She pulled back, her hands held on to the gentle Elvan face just a moment longer, taking advantage of the briefest moment she could catch the woman's gaze.

"... Sorry..."

The Doctor blinked, confused at the apology. There was no understanding it, but she smiled, released the girl from her hold, and leaned back on her hands and legs.

"There's nothing to apologize about." Oleander cleared her throat as she brushed her hair back behind her ears, revealing how far the blush had bloomed on her face and ears. Her face matched her eyes and hair at this point, revealing the pale brown freckles that stained her cheeks.

"I'm the one who was a bit forward; I should have asked." She wanted to push forward, continue what they had started, and see how far the assassin wanted to let this go. But she knew better. Riven had just had an accident, one that had her lose a lot of blood. Remembering this, the woman sighed heavily and let her hand rest on the woman's wrists.

"You need to rest." Slowly and reluctantly, Oleander pulled Riven's hands from her waist. She placed them gently under the warmed blanket and climbed off her patient. The air of professionalism returned as she walked towards the blanket warmer and pulled another out. Each movement was methodical as she switched the blankets out and tucked the Elf back into the warmed bed.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped." Standing at Riven's bedside, she reached and ran her hand along the curve of the woman's face, brushing back any stray ashen hair from Riven's face. Her touch was different —gentler, not like a doctor tending to their patient. More in line with someone who couldn't push down every bit of their feelings. Oleander tried, but there were things that she couldn't.

"Are you in any pain?"

 

[Riven]

Tags - Oleander

As Oleander pulled back to sit up once more Riven's crimson gaze averted as usual, though after a few seconds they couldn't help but peer back towards the redhead with a blush as she still felt the warmth of her lips upon her own. She took that moment to once more appreciate the Hapan's beauty, and perhaps in way of returning the compliment of earlier she responded; "... You're... Very beautiful, Oleander..." she said before red eyes turned away once more. For a moment she forgot what condition she was in as she tried to move herself and quickly winced with discomfort. Yup, still injured.

Her wrists were caught and finally her hands were pulled away from their soft touch against that rear as they were instead tucked back beneath the blanket as the doctor finally moved off of the bed itself. Riven's anxiety seemed to calm as Oleander was no longer atop her, and instead went back to observing the doctor as she moved to retrieve some more heated blankets.

As she was being tucked in she gave a light shake of her head at the apology returned, "... It's fine... I liked it..." answered the pale assassin bluntly. She didn't really know why she should hide that she enjoyed the kiss after all, to her it was pleasant and comforting if not a little surprising. But to say that anything but the fact that she did enjoy it would be a lie, and she never felt a desire or reason to lie to Oleander.

She could tell that the touch from her hand was different than before, more tender and doting as strands of ashen hair was brushed from her face. At the question of if she was in any pain she gave another gentle shake of her head in response. "No... No pain..." she answered with a soft sigh. "... Well... Feels uncomfortable when I try to move too much but... That is expected, right...?" she asked in return.

 

[Oleander]

//: Riven //:

Oleander couldn't help but smile. Hearing that Riven had enjoyed the kiss only made her want to do it again. The swell of positive feelings that had come with it only emboldened her already budding attraction to the Elf.

Though the annoyance of the woman being her patient began to take control of her again. What had just happened wasn't protocol; it wasn't right, and a part of her felt she had taken advantage. A soft sigh escaped as she managed the machine that monitored the Elf — mainly to keep her hands busy.

The compliment only further made the Hapan blush, while it wasn't uncommon for her kind to receive such things — she was never one on the receiving end. Most fell for people like the Queen Mother and women who flaunted their beauty. Oleander was often covered in dirt and grime from her work. She was never one to try to show off.

Still, to hear that she was beautiful from someone whose opinions she valued meant something to the Hapan. She let her eyes fall upon the small figure in the bed once more as she tucked her in tighter.

"It's going to be uncomfortable for a few days, but you should be feeling better sooner than later." Oleander mused happily, "The medication I've given you and put on your wounds seems to take pretty quickly. The Force might not affect you, but modern medicine seems to work wonderfully."

She made a few notes on her data pad as she looked up from it for a moment. "And thank you, I like that you feel that way." Her focus returned to the tablet till she finished her notes. She placed it on the edge of Riven's bed as she stepped closer. Again, Oleander went against her best judgment.

A hand pushed back the ashen hair one more time; she wanted to see the face of the small Eldori elf wholly.

"Maybe when you're feeling better, we can revisit this." Her voice was barely audible, but meant only for Riven as she kissed her again. It lacked the desperate lust the other had, but there was still a gentle warmth. She pulled back, and her hand fell from the curve of the Elf's face.

"I'll let you rest. Is there anything I can get you since you'll be here for a bit?"