Frank wanted to laugh at the release. He felt free for the first time in years.
“Oh, God! I feel so unbelievably good!” He flopped on his back, laughing with relief.
Marka rolled over, folding her arms on his chest. “That was amazing! I feel like I’ve been doing it wrong all this time.”
Frank chuckled, brushing his fingers up and down her spine. “I know what you mean. Damn!”
“Every first time should be like that.”
“We have only one first time,” he said quietly. “I want every time from now on to feel like that. You set me free.”
“By giving you sex?” She sounded skeptical.
“No. I mean, that and everything else. I haven’t been really, truly happy, in so long, I can’t remember. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like this. You make me forget everything but you. I concentrate on you and the pain goes away.”
Marka smiled, followed by a loud yawn.
“Sorry to bore you, Dr. Ventimiglia,” he teased.
“It’s three o’clock. We were busy nearly two hours.”
“Cool.” He inhaled deeply. His brow wrinkled. “Ugh, now I do need a shower.”
“Me too. Just a quick one, then I need some sleep.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He got up and gave her a hand. He pulled her close, kissing her. “You’re amazing. Damn.”
“I must be more tired than I thought. I have a beautiful, naked woman next to me and all I can think of is getting a shower and going to sleep.”
“I’ll set the alarm early.”
“Sounds like a great idea.”
“We can’t go as long, though. I can’t get up at five o’clock just for sex.”
“Why not?” He seemed genuinely surprised.
She wanted to smack him until she saw the twinkle in his eyes. “Smart ass!”
She set the alarm and they got a quick shower.
Once that was accomplished, they cuddled up in the bed and fell almost immediately asleep. Frank slept deeply and well with Marka in his arms.
The alarm rang and Marka turned it off. Frank yawned and stretched, smiling at her. They each made a quick run to the bathroom and met back in the bed. Marka laughed when she saw that Frank had already put on the condom.
“I was a Boy Scout,” he replied as he rolled over to face her. “Always be prepared.”
Their love making was faster, but as spirited, as the night before. Afterward, they got a quick shower and dressed.
Marka sang as she did her hair and makeup. She had a beautiful voice that made Frank feel good just hearing it. By some random chance, she picked songs he loved. Back in his younger days, he’d been a real metal head. Now, he found that music disturbing for reasons he couldn’t place. Instead, he listened to a lot of 70s and 80s rock as well as current softer tunes. Her song choices were like listening to his iPod.
When she started singing Kandi by One Eskimo, he joined her, taking over the lead. Swinging her into his arms, he danced with her to the soft, plaintive tune. When the song was over, he dipped her, bringing her up slowly. They kissed lingeringly, with longing, both wanting to go back to bed. Instead, they went to breakfast.
The gossiping was worse that morning. Much as Frank anticipated, they were the talk of the town. Nurses from night shift, whom they’d seen at the nurses’ station, came over and huddled around them. Some sat, the others stood around with their arms crossed, staring at Frank. The women ranged in age from his contemporaries to women older than his mother. Suddenly paranoid, he flinched as one of them leaned forward to speak.
“Oh, stop that,” she said, smacking playfully at his arm. “We’ve got a few questions for the good doctor. Just pretend we’re not here.” She and the others directed their attention to Marka.
Marka glanced at them all furtively. “Okay. What do you want to know?”
Janine, the woman who’d spoken first, had made herself spokeswoman by virtue of the fact she was old enough to be their mother and then some. She leaned closer to Marka.
“We want to know how it was,” she said in a matter of fact tone.
“How what was?” Marka wasn’t trying to evade, she really didn’t know what Janine was talking about.
© Dellani Oakes